Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-47.200.194.236-20191108221935/@comment-47.200.194.236-20191121205939

Chapter 4: Because you asked

Sophie was majorly annoyed. She had been waiting for like 20 minutes for Mr.Forkle to arrive. She had found that Biana was not kidding, and decided to save the Exile visit for another day. She had definitely not told Mr. Forkle why they were talking or even in the middle of a lush forest when they called. She had just told him that Keefe was the echo and burst into tears. He had left her to her own devices after that.

She has thought a while, then projected what had happened in her memory log. As she rewatched it, new panic spread through her. She went to confront Biana and found her sitting, head in Tams lap in the living room. The time for secrets was over, apparently. Biana lifted her head up when she saw Sophie. “I don’t blame you, just myself. But I told you because your the Moonlark and because you asked.” She whispered. “Your my best friend, and you needed to know.” Sophie knew she would get nothing out of Biana more then that. She had asked. Grady was on a mission and Edaline was out in the pastures. It was all Sophie could do to just wait for Mr. Forkle to get there and get Keefe then explain everything.

“Keefe!” She bolted up ran outside then without thinking jumped of the cliffs of HavenField. She landed in Exile, the center courtyard. All alone, there was no Biana to help her this time. No one to lift her spirits. She trudged towards the coaches tent she had seen him enter and found him regular, crying over Coach Rohanna’s dead body.

Sophie screamed. Keefe looked up, tears streaking his pale face. “It’s all my fault. She’s dead and it’s all my fault.” She realized he was whispering over and over. He stopped when his eyes met hers. She grimaced at the sight of the lifelessness in them. She hasn’t realized how bad it had gotten. She had to get straight to the point. “It’s not you doing this is it? It’s the echo.” Keefe looked away. “Well your right, except...” He forced himself to meet her gaze again. “The echo... that’s me.”

Suddenly he reached into his pocket. His hand came out, recently empty, now holding a knife. She froze. It wasn’t pointed at her though, he had positioned it to stab himself. Too late she realized what he was planning. “Keefe no!” She got her wish as again, his eyes darkened. He then changed motions and lunged for her open chest, knife out.