Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191111212029/@comment-43957690-20191202010637

Chapter 5:

"What are we supposed to do?" The words stood still, unmovable, intimidating. But Sophie had bottled them up for too long, and if anyone in the room could answer them, she might very well cry out of joy.

But it was a total of 204 seconds before Mr. Forkle answered, and his words fueled Sophie with anger. "I don't know."

There were three of them in Havenfeild's living room, including herself. The only one not speaking was Councillor Oralie, who Sophie was ashamed to say was her genetic mother. Sophie wasn't having it.

"And you?" She spat at the pink gowned elf. "Aren't you going to say something?"

Oralie's mouth opened slightly, but her words were delayed. "We could give her the chache... after we learn the secret."

Sophie wanted to rip out her hair. "But we tried. The chache won't open!"

"Maybe we haven't tried hard enough." Oralie's words were soft, too pretty to be involved in the present conversation.

Mr. Forkle spoke, before Sophie had time to scoff. "If we give Lady Gisela the chache, there is a very good chance she won't be able to open it. All of the Black Swan's Technopaths- including Mr. Dizznee- have explored it several times... Gisela may not have better luck."

"But what if she does? And what if what's in the chache IS the secret to helping Keefe?!" Sophie waited for an answer.