Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-37824398-20191127220126

Here is my noncopyrighted version of what I call Stellarlune!

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'Sophie's powers—and patience—are pushed to the limit in Stellarlune, the thrilling ninth book in the bestselling Keeper of the Lost Cities'' series. Sophie and her friends are unsure of who to trust. The Neverseen have proven themselves to be far more of a threat than anyone could have imagined. Team Valiant has been thrust into the public's eye, the Council desperate for the criticism towards them to abide. Lady Gisela has finally put into motion Keefe's legacy, and nobody knows what he can do. Meanwhile, even Sophie's friends are fighting. The Lost Cities seem to be unraveling—what happens when you're the only one who can fix them?'''

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Prologue

The world tilted, throwing Sophie off balance. Before she could react, a familiar pulling sensation swept her off of her clumsy feet and tossed her down, down, down.

Sophie balled her hands into fists, craving the end of the journey already. She should have suspected it would be nothing like the first time, but she hadn’t thought to wonder. The deep chaos around her bore pricks into her consciousness, making her want to scream but not letting her.

Everything was loud, colorful. Sophie could hear jumbles of her friends’ voices, but she couldn’t tell if they were real or memory.

“You should have listened,” a familiar female voice whispered, cutting all other sound out. Lady Gisela. “You failed us...”

“Sophie Foster.”

That time, it was Biana’s voice. And although Sophie knew the sounds were two different shards of memory, her mind couldn’t help blurring them together. ''You failed us...Sophie Foster. You failed us...Sophie Foster.''

You failed us, Sophie Foster.

That time, it was all Biana’s voice.

And then the chaos was back, poking and prodding, like before but so much worse. Sophie wanted desperately for it to stop. Sophie needed it to stop. Sophie wished she could make it stop. She couldn’t make it stop. It wouldn’t stop. She was whirling and spinning and falling down, down, down. She was small, she was nothing, she had failed.

And then another voice popped up. This time, it was Keefe's.

“You are Sophie Foster. You can fix this.”

Sophie clung desperately to the whisper as it drifted back into the swirling mess. She wanted that to be true. She needed it to be true.

And then it was silent. And all Sophie could do was fall.

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