Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44483614-20191209065030

Preface

Sophie focused on the cold, dark anger running through her veins. She had enough of this game of tug-o-war. It was time to make the final pull. She looked into the evil blue eyes of the enemy in front of her. Sophie knew what needed to be done. She hoped this was the right thing, because if it wasn’t… No thinking of that. This was the right choice. No turning back. Sophie glared at her enemy, and the enemy seemed to realize what she would do. The evil in her eyes turned to fear, and she tried running away, but it was too late. Sophie closed her eyes, and let the anger out of her, only seeing dark black, and feeling complete fear.

Chapter 1

“Ughhhhhhhhhh.” Sophie moaned, rolling around on her large canopy bed.

“Time to get up miss Foster.” Sandor told Sophie, which earned him another moan. She hadn’t gotten out of her bed for the entire week, just drinking slumberry tea every time she woke up. Too many world-shaking things had happened that one day.

“Miss Foster!” Sandor shouted, starting to open the door. Sophie scrambled out of her bed, pretending to be picking her clothes. Sandor found her holding a white knee-length dress in her walk-in closet, and huffed.

“I will catch you one day.” Sophie laughed.

“You can try!” She smirked. When had she started to smirk? She shook her head, letting go of the thought. She changed into the dress and tan tights, and an ice blue cape pinned by the Ruewen pin. She fingered the pin, studying the jeweled bird.

“Anything wrong Miss Foster?” Sandor asked, walking over to where Sophie stood. Sophie nodded, sighing. Her mind wandered to the poor, broken boy lying unconscious in the healing center. He didn’t deserve this. Sophie’s hands clenched into fists, and she took a deep breath, reminding herself to keep her emotions in. Still, one small tear slipped from her eye, a river flowing down her face. Sophie started crying into her hands, and Sandor placed a huge hand on her shoulder. Her head turned when she heard the door creak open, and she walked, sniffling, to her door. Fitz stood in the doorway, his hands fidgeting with a tiny box wrapped in velvet. Sophie smiled, giving Fitz a hug.

“Hey Sophie.” Fitz whispered, pulling Sophie closer. Sophie smiled, but something felt off about the hug. She ignored the feeling, trying to enjoy herself.

“Why did you come here?” She asked, and immediately wished she could suck the words back in when she saw the present again.

“Right.” Fitz snorted, handing her the gift.

“I hope you find it nice.” Sophie promised him she would, and opened it. Inside there was a… teal box. Sophie opened that box, gasping. There was a small ring inside, with a teal diamond in the center. It was beautiful but…

“Are you trying to propose?” Sophie tried to joke, but it sounded forced. Fits scratched his neck, quickly telling her,

“No! I was just giving this to you to ask, can we please get together again?” Sophie looked into Fitz’s gorgeous eyes, trying to make eye contact, but he kept looking away.

“I don’t believe you.” Sophie told him coldly. Fitz looked offended and told Sophie,

“I’m not lying, seriously Sophie.” Sophie still looked at him suspiciously, but then gave in.

“Fine. But only on one condition. No getting too deep into the relationship. Promise?” Fitz nodded, smiling.

“Thank you Sophie.” He grabbed her hands, twirling her around. Sophie laughed, a beautiful harmonic sound. Sophie felt better, and her tears had dried.

“Wanna go to Everglen?! Fitz asked, but Sophie shook her head.

“I need to go to the healing center.” Fitz seemed to dislike this, and frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Ok. Well I guess see you tomorrow.” Fitz have one last smile at Sophie, making her heart flutter, and leaped away. Sophie headed off to the Healing Center, humming a tune that she had heard back when she lived at her human home. She felt cheery, until she entered the Healing Center. She first noticed a sniffling Elwin leaning over a blonde haired boy while trying to feed him elixirs of all sorts. Then she noticed the father silently crying in the corner, shedding a few tears. Then she saw the ghostly look on the boy’s skin, and the pure darkness seeping its way up his fingers. Sophie did what she did naturally in a state of panic, she freaked out and screamed.

“Oh Sophie, I’m so sorry.” Elwin’s eyes were red, a sign that he had been crying recently.

“What’s going on?” Sophie’s voice was full of desperation and sadness and deep down, pure terror and anger. Elwin’s eyes said it all, the way the grey-blue color of his eyes tried to hide the tears forming again, and the grief hidden in them. It was too much for Sophie.

“Is Keefe… dying?” The words were flat and emotionless, unlike what she was feeling right then.

“Well… it’s a long story but… maybe, kinda, a lot?” Tears formed in Sophie’s eyes, and they spilled over as she shouted at Elwin,

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HEAL HIM!” Elwin looked hurt, but Sophie went on.

“You are supposed to fix him! he can’t die.” The last three words she said were weak and whispered, and it broke Sophie. She wept into her hands, running over to Keefe and placing her head on his chest. Tears seeped into his tunic covered in gulons, but Sophie didn’t care. She wiped her tears away, coughing and sniffling.

“How long does he have? H-How?” Sophie started to cry again, this time even worse.

“I think he has maybe 2 days… it seems that when the black reaches his face he is done for. I was brewing elixirs when I heard him choking, so I checked on him and found him like this. This is the last stage of his transformation I guess.” Elwin choked up a few times saying the words, and Sophie cried harder.

“Well if it helps, if he wakes up he might have a chance at surviving.” Elwin shrugged, and poured another vial into his mouth. Sophie kept on weeping, and soon they had the black swan, council and parents all in the healing center. Sophie was still crying on Keefe’s chest, and Fitz glared at her, but his expression softened a but when he saw how distraught she was.

“We will presume him dead tomorrow if he does not get better.” Councillor Emery announced, and Sophie shouted at him.

“No! Wait two days! Even though he will wake up. He will wake, yes he will wake, he will wake.” Sophie mumbled something about waking up and eating butterblasts. Emery looked concerned about Sophie and nodded, suggesting that everyone should leave Sophie alone and gather their thoughts. No one seemed happy with this, but left, sniffling and crying. Sophie looked at Keefe’s hand, seeing the black now up to his elbow. She shook his shoulders and transmitted,

It’s lonely here. No reply. I want you back. I want your smile, your jokes, the way you make me feel happy. Nothing. Sophie gave up, moving a cot next to his and falling asleep.

Nightmares. The nightmares were so horrible. Lady Geilsa telling Sophie,

“You can not save my son, he will die. He will.” All while she cackled evilly. Then Sophie saw Fitz, and he glared at her.

“You ruined my life! How can you be ok with being unmatchable Sophie! How!” He shouted. Sophie broke down sobbing. She tried to reach out to him, and tried to explain herself, but he still walked away. Sophie wrapped her arms around herself, and everything swirled around her, becoming brighter and she felt a sudden tug on her front brain, as if something was pulling her upward. She opened her eyes. No one was there. Sophie turned to her side, seeing a sleeping lump in the cot next to her. She grabbed the lump’s hand, feeling dread as she saw that his hand was now completely black.

“K-Keefe.” Sophie stuttered. She moved the blanket he was being covered with, and gasped. His whole arm was black, and she had no doubts that it had gotten to his other shoulder. Sophie closed her eyes.

Wake up. Please? Sophie felt like the world was crumbling beneath her when he did nothing. She got out of her cot, getting dressed into a light, silky, rose dress. She did nothing to her hair, just smoothed it out with her hands. She noticed Keefe writhing in pain and slowly walked over to him. She grasped both his hands, and he started to struggle to let go.

It’s me. Sophie. Keefe stopped struggling, and made some weird grunting sounds. His eyelids fluttered, and Sophie nearly shouted in glee. His eyes opened and then… he closed his eyes. He didn’t open it again.

“No!” Sophie shouted in frustration. She had been so close! She started to poke at his shoulders. Poke. Poke. Poke. Sophie groaned, flopping down into her cot beside his.

“It’s to quiet here.” Sophie told Keefe, turning her head towards his. Sophie sighed in frustration, and whispered,

“Keefe, wake up. It’s me, Sophie, and I need you. I need your jokes, your crooked grin. Please…” Her shoulders sagged as she realized he didn’t respond, and she turned away, starting to leave the Healing center when she heard a moan. She turned around, sobbing with joy and running over to hug Keefe.

“Miss me Foster?”

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