Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:FC5C:33DA:7CF0:60A-20191024050134/@comment-47.200.194.236-20191102191742

Chapter 8 (Continued) :::::::::::::::::: Tarina was pushed back by Sandor and Bo to the carpet as they begged her to explain. She simply lay there, staring at Sophie’s sleeping body. Later they realized that she was whispering the same few words over and over again.”We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith. We must have faith...” It went in over and over until everyone was listening, and everyone was calmer. She was the Moonlark after all, their savior. Still Grady immediately called Mr.Forkle, who rushed over to examine Sophie’s mind. The whole time Jolie huddled in the corner looking shell shocked at what she had brought upon her sad family, who had suffered night after night, day after day for her. And now they were anxious for their other daughter whom she had brought maybe death to. She started crying, and as it had been for so long, no one came. She took comfort in that, nothing was different. Except her life. She was finally alive and so was dear Prentice, her mentor in the Black Swan, her friend, her Linked. Thinking of him, she reached out to contact him. Prentice is that you? Jolie? I’m back! Thanks to you. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through. No that was my fault, I should have been more careful with our Moonlark. I wish I could have raised her, we could have been a family. Now she’s all grown up and scarred. You couldn’t have prevented the future. Your right, Prentice. It just feels so good to have someone say my name again I can relate. I hope she survives. If she’s going to save us, she’ll have to.