Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39014312-20190629100211/@comment-39014312-20190728235822

Pictures

Sophie searched through Keefe's room for any clues on how to bring him back. Anything that could tell her more. She ruffled through some drawings on his desk. Mildly surprised at the new sketches he'd done since she'd last been over. There was a picture of her that looked insanly real and few other pictures of the rest of the group, but nothing that that would help.

Sophiw skooted back from the mess. There was nothing, nothing that could give her a clue. Sophie crumpled to her knees feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness. If she didn't find a way to heal Keefe in two weeks, he would be presumed dead and he would have a planting.

She was supposed to be the Moonlark, the one person in the world who could heal minds. And she couldn't even heal her friend. She knew she shouldn't blame it on herself, it was the person's choice to come back, but she couldn't help but feel like all of it was her fault.

Suddenly a glimpse of something white, caught her attention. She turned her head toward it and realised it was a small piece of paper. Reaching for it, Sophie picked it up, and held it up to the light.

Gasping, Sophie almost dropped it as she studied the details. It was a picture of Keefe. He was broken, shattered like his mind was now. She stared at it for what seemed like eternity.

He'd known

He'd known that he was going to break.

Or at least he'd suspected, but he hadn't told anyone. Well, he'd tried to tell her, she reminded herself. She wondered if she hadn't been so worried about the matchmaking and Tam, that his never would've happened.

Tam

Of course, how had she been so stupid. That's where his guilt had been coming from! She rembered Alden's healing and how she had gotten him to come back. She had erased his guilt or at least some of it by fixing it.

Sophie stood up quickly, and ran out of his room shrieking with excitment. Keefe could be fixed she knew it now!! All she need to do was to tell Keefe that they could get Tam back...

Sophie stopped, deflating like a balloon with a hole in it. They couldn't, not really anyway. She had no way of comunicating with Tam to even tell him how to escape. She had tried to transmit to his mind, but it had never worked. It was like something was blocking her everytime she tried.

That earlier hoplessness settled back in, but she pushed it out.

No

She would not give up she would keep trying till she had a plan to rescue Tam. Because if she didn't fix Keefe, Nothing would matter anymore.

Nothing

Suddenly she was drawn back to the reality as Sandor stormed up the stairs. He reached her inspecting her from limb to limb.

"What's wrong!?" He asked, glaring at her.

Sophie stared at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"You literally were just screaming like a banshee!" he accused

"I was not." She said sternly, a blush creeping onto her features.

Her voice became quieter, "Was I?"

Suddenly a crisp accent startled her, "You were."

Sophie turned to the direction of the voice, "Fitz! Oh my goodness, what are you doing here!"

"Just thought I might stop by to see if I could help out." He replied.

He was smiling, but Sophie could see he was hurting inside.

"Well, I am pretty much finished up here." Sophie  started to say, but then saw Fitz drop his smile, "But if you want to help, I need you to do something for me."

His expression brightened, "What do you need?" he asked.