Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191112172810/@comment-71.185.177.221-20200113212651

so sorry that I haven't posted in a while! between christmas and winter break and going back to school I haven't had a lot of time to write...sorry!

12:16 am

"Sophie..." A voice hissed.

Sophie jumped up and whirled around, looking for the source of the voice.

"Sophie..."

"Who's there?" She asked.

"You know who I am, Sophie."

"What? What do you mean?" Sophie spun around, trying to locate the voice.

"Who do you think really leads the Neverseen?" The voice hissed, echoing around the cave.

"I thought the Neverseen had many leaders..." Sophie said, scanning the walls.

The voice laughed, dark and full.

"But who built it? From the small group of rebels into the Neverseen, the name that people whisper in fear? Into the beautiful empire that lives in the shadows? Who?"

"Fintan?" Sophie guessed.

"Wrong."

"Vespera?"

"Wrong."

"Lady Gisela?"

At this the voice laughed. "She is just a pawn, nothing important."

Sophie frowned. "But what about Nightfall?"

The voice rolled their eyes, well, Sophie thought they did anyway, she couldn't see anything.

"Nightfall was a dumb experiment for Lady Gisela's precious son." they snarled.

"I'm done guessing. Who are you?" She asked.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and stood a few feet away. They wore the same cloak the rest of the Neverseen wore, but without the patch on the side.

The fabric was plain black and the hood was pulled low over the person's face, masking all facial features.

The person was slightly taller than her and Sophie guessed that he was a male by the broad shoulders and large frame.

"Who are you?" Sophie repeated, stepping back.

The man cocked his head at her, the movement pushing back his a little, just enough so that Sophie could see his lips and chin.

"Honestly, Sophie. Use that big brain of yours. Make the connections."

There was something familiar about the voice, some strange accent that she couldn't place-

Sophie sucked in a breath. She shook her head, not believing it, not believing that someone would betray her like that.

The man smiled, a wicked horrible smile.

"Yes." He said.

"No." Sophie whispered, leaning back against the rocky wall. "No. No, no, no."

The man - boy, pulled the hood off, revealing a familiar face, one that had looked at her so lovingly, one that she had gazed into, one that belonged to a friend, one that belonged to someone whom she told her secrets to, and liked, and almost kissed once.

It couldn't be, Sophie thought.

Yet standing there, smiling, was......

Fitz Vacker..