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Chapter 16

Sophie didn’t know what happened. She lay discombobulated on a cot. Where was she? She couldn’t think through the fog in head. Her vision was blurred. She rolled over with a groan. Sadly, the cot didn’t go that far and Sophie crashed on the ground. Her vision dimmed slightly but she wouldn’t let herself get lost in darkness again. She struggled to sit up, but it felt as if she had never used her limbs before. She groaned again and heard a voice. Someone that she couldn’t see through her blurred vision lifted her onto the cot again. “Be still, Sophie,” the voice murmured. A glass vial was pressed to Sophie’s lips. The liquid inside tasted sweet. As Sophie felt it slip down her throat, her vision clear up along with her mind. Kneeling beside her was Elwin. “What happened?” she asked. “You were unconscious,” said Elwin, “And your body was in bad shape and you could barely breathe when Keefe hailed me. Then you were about to wake up, so we gave you a sedative so you would be easier work with.” Sophie sighed but regretted it when she felt a pain in her chest were Gethen had sat. She winced and Elwin silently handed her a pain-killing medicine which Sophie gulped down. She looked around and saw that Wylie was snoozing beside her. “What happened to Wylie?” asked Sophie. “We sedated him,” said Elwin. Suddenly, Sophie remembered something. “Wait!” she exclaimed, “I need to tell him something.” “Can it wait until you tell everyone what happened?” said Elwin. “What do you mean by everyone?” asked Sophie. “Everyone who was searching for you yesterday.” Said Elwin. “And who is that?” said Sophie. “Almost everyone you know,” said Elwin. Sophie leaned back. “Yay.”

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What Elwin had said was true. Almost every elf Sophie knew was waiting at Havenfield. Keefe appeared beside her whispered “Good luck” and clasped on the necklace which she had lost from the Neverseen. She flashed him a smile and he hugged her. Out of the corner of her eye, Sophie noticed Grady glaring at her. She pulled away from Keefe and motioned to Grady. Keefe nodded. Councilor Emory cleared his throat and said, “Why don’t you tell us everything you remember from yesterday, Miss Foster.” So Sophie reported everything she could remember. Gethen sitting on her and squeezing her in that painful spot. At the end, when it came to the part where she fainted, Sophie Suddenly turned to Wylie. “Wylie,” she said, “Your mom, her memories were erased. The Neverseen erased her memories. Her mind is filled with false memories!”

Chapter 17

“It’s true!” said Sophie as Wylie stared at her. “But how do you know?” he finally stuttered out, “You’ve never seen a false memory.” “I don’t know,” said Sophie, “It just felt like- well, like the memories were completely unfamiliar. Like they had shoved their way into her mind and something was trying to keep them out. Like something was trying to resist it.” Wylie stumbled back tripping into Dex. He tumbled on the ground and clutched his head. He began to moan. Louder and louder. Rolling around on the floor, he gave a whimper. Then for a second, he was completely still. Then he opened his eyes and looked around. “I think I got a memory back,” he said his voice shaking. “What?!” said Mr. Forkle, his head jerking up, “Let me see.” He ran forward to Wylie and pressed his fingers to his temples. From a glance, Sophie could see that what he was watching was something he wasn’t going to tell her. She knew what she had to do for Wylie. Then she reached out her conscious. *				*					*	It was completely dark. Something was shaking Wylie. He groaned and rolled over. “Quiet,” whispered his mom, “Come quickly now, get up. We need to go.” Hearing the anxiousness in her voice, Wylie obeyed without question. His mom handed him a coat which he threw on. He followed her down the stairs to the lightleaper. Then she whispered something and the two stepped into the light. They landed in a dark place. There was a huge tower (the Eiffel Tower, Sophie identified) in the distance. He stumbled down the dark streets, struggling not to cough in the polluted air. Where they were, he did not know. His Mother suddenly stopped. She suddenly turned to face to Wylie. Tears glinted in her sad little eyes. “Wylie,” She whispered pulling him into a hug, “Wylie, whatever happens tonight, I just want you to remember these three things. Stay strong, fight evil, and,” here she took a deep breath as a tear rolled down her cheek, “no matter what anyone tells you, love is your strongest power. Love will always win. Remember these things my darling.” “Mom,” said Wylie, his eyes welling up with tears, “What’s happening?” “Oh Wylie,” she sobbed quietly, “Whatever horrors you witness tonight I apologize for. It’s all my fault. But, you’ll need this memory in the future.” She pulled him in as tight as she could before stepping away. She stood there a few seconds before someone slithered out of the deep shadows of an alley. She tossed back her hood. It was Lady Gisela. “Hello Cyrah,” she said with a tint of malicious murder in her eyes. “Gisela,” said Cyrah. “Ah,” interrupted Gisela, “you brought the little boy. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him. “Please, no!” screamed Cyrah, “you promised if I came you wouldn’t hurt them!” “Don’t worry,” said Gisela, “this won’t hurt at all. Gethen!” And something pressed on Wylie’s temples, and that is all he remembered.

Chapter 18

Sophie blinked her eyes opened. She looked around. No one had noticed. Except Keefe. He was giving her a distressed look. She gave him a weak smile. He smirked and raised his eyebrows. Suddenly, Mr. Forkle stumbled back. He rubbed his head. “Well,” he said, “That was…intense. Er, maybe we should end this meeting.” Everyone wondered off but Keefe ran up to Sophie and grabbed her wrist. Without a word, he dragged her upstairs. “Okay,” he said when they had sat down, “Let me see the memory.” Sophie grimaced but put her fingers in his temples and sent the memory. Keefe closed his eyes for about a minute then finally looked up. “Poor Wylie,” he finally said looking up. “Keefe,” said Sophie, “Do you think we should check it out tonight.” “I’m game if you are,” said Keefe. “Let’s do it,” said Sophie.

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It was completely dark as Sophie crept away. Out the window. It was Keefe’s idea. She wasn’t a big fan. Especially when Sandor ran in when ran in when Sophie bumped her head. He shouted and she jumped out the window. With a clap of thunder, she teleported to the Shores of Solace where Keefe was waiting. Silently, they grabbed hands and levitated before falling into the void. Sophie took them to a slightly deserted area of Paris. Luckily, no one noticed them. Plus they were wearing human clothes they wandered around, looking for the spot in Wylie’s memory. Suddenly, guitar music rang out. Keefe started humming to it. “If that’s human music,” he said, “it’s not as bad as I imagined it.” He and Sophie sat down on a bench to take a break and listen. Soon Keefe began to sing softly, “The sun never shone before, and water never splashed. Alicorns never ran before, till I met you. Love never was before, and care wasn’t too. Life never was before, till I met you. A dream come true. A dream come true. Life never was before. Till I met you.” Sophie stared at him. “Keefe?” she whispered. “Shh,” he whispered pushing a finger to her lips. “But Keefe, how-“ “Love gives you wings,” he whispered. “Oh, Keefe,” sighed Sophie. “It’s true.” he whispered, “You know I love you.” “And you know I love you, “she whispered back. “And do you know what that means?” whispered Keefe. “What?” asked Sophie. “This,” said Keefe. And they leaned together and kissed.