Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-73.158.79.161-20191120053720/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:61AA:FB7E:62D6:51FC-20191121022056

Chapter 2 .............................................................................................................................................

"KEEFE!"

Sophie stumbled into the healing center, half glad Dex hadn't decided to tag along as she threw her arms around the weak, pale boy resting in one of the cots in the Healing Center. The surprisingly quiet boy with rumpled blonde hair and ice blue eyes gave her a weak smile as he returned the hug. His skin felt like thin paper.

"Can't- breath," Keefe mumbled softly, and Sophie let go, plopping down next to him and squeezing his hand.

"Here, drink this." Sophie handed him a cool bottle of Youth. "I am SO glad you're awake."

"You could say that I..." he paused for dramatic effect, then winked. "Fostered it."

He looked extremly pleased with himself, so Sophie let him have it.

"Fitz?" Keefe asked, trying to peek behind Sophie's shoulder as the teal eyed boy emerged from the shadows, looking sheepsih. "Does you being here have anything to do with the Prattles on my bed?" He picked one up and started munching on it. "OOOHHHHH, you saved me an alicorn pin! Thanks, Best Dude!"

Fitz tried to grab the pin away, but Keefe swatted at his hand, then slung an arm around Fitz's shoulders. "There's our Best Dude!"

"How're you doing?" Fitz asked instead.

"And what about that ability you're supposadly supposed to manifist?" Sophie jumped in.

Keefe's smile faded. "Fine... and I have noooooo clue."

Sophie let out a sigh. "How about we try and trigger it?"

That led to a long and complicated session that involved roasting (as in actual roasting), freezing to death, and drowning. Yet, Keefe never seemed to manifist anything.

"Maybe we're over thinking this?" Fitz suggested after they tried to get him to manifist as a Vanisher. "We should start thinking like his mom- what would she want him to manifist?"

"Something crazy," Keefe inturrupted, sliding back into bed. "And can we chill on the 'suffocating me to trigger' thing? Cause it's getting old."

"That's right," Sophie realized. "I need to check in with Team Valliant. I'll check in again in a bit." She hugged Fitz and Keefe before waving as she pulled herself into the beam of light, letting the feathery rush sweep her away.