Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-47.184.159.121-20191113015753/@comment-47.184.159.121-20191113020545

Keeper of the Lost Cities: 9

Chapter 1 “I’m ready,” Sophie told Oralie, doing her best to channel Keefe’s confidence as she added, “Bring it on.” Oralie smiled at Sophie’s confidence, “Then let’s do-” she was cut off by a loud growl. “You can’t go over there!” came Sandor’s squeaky, frustrated voice. “Why not, Gigantor?” teased Ro’s voice. “Because some people are busy!” exclaimed Sandor. “So!” said Ro. Sandor let out a squeaky sigh as Ro shoved her way past and over to Sophie. Oralie quickly tucked her cache away. “I suppose you are wondering why I’m here,” said Ro, “Well, since Elwin says Keefe will probably wake up tomorrow-“ “He does!” interrupted Sophie excitedly. Oralie cleared her throat and said, “I should probably go now.” She pulled out her leaping crystal, and blushing slightly, leaped away before Sophie could say a thing. Sophie frowned. Some mom. “So,” said Ro, “I was wondering if you wanted to help me with his punishment!” “He’s going to wake up tomorrow!” shouted Sophie ignoring Ro’s comment about the punishment. “Oh,” said Ro, “I can see that you are absolutely overjoyed about him waking up. Of course, I can understand that given the fact that-” someone cleared their throat. Sophie glanced up. It was Grady. “No you can not visit That Boy today,” he said. Sophie groaned, “You’ve had a busy day and if you are going to visit him tomorrow you need rest.” With that, he grabbed Sophie’s wrist and held her down like Sandor was when he was worried about Sophie teleporting away. Ro glanced at Grady’s death grip and said, be at the healing center tomorrow at eight o’clock sharp. With that, she ran off into the shadows that had fallen. Grady kept his hand on Sophie’s wrist and dragged her toward the house. Sophie slowly ate supper before heading up to bed and snuggling beneath her soft, warm covers. Her dreams that night were a mixture of Silveny’s transmissions and an army of amoebas chasing Keefe. Sophie woke up at seven and quickly showered, dressed, and allowed Vertina to teach her how to make a complicated braid which weaved around glistening jewels. She gulped down a quick breakfast and quickly light-leaped to the healing center with Sandor barely keeping up.

•	                          *                             * “Hello Miss Foster,” came Mr.Forkle’s familiar voice as Sophie burst into the room. She ignored him and ran over to Keefe who was stirring. Mr. Forkle sniffed, “Some greeting,” “Well,” said Ro’s voice from the corner, “I can completely understand that she absolutely needs to see Keefe because he’s so attractive! So hansom! So lovable! I mean, he and Sophie are meant for-” she was cut off when a groan came from Keefe. “Elwin!” called Sophie desperately. He rushed into the room, looked at Keefe’s little movements, and ran to the back room to get a dozen of elixirs. Keefe groaned again and his eyelids fluttered open. “Sophie?” he whispered.