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  • Prologue



      Sophie’s breath sped as they arrived. Every moment she’d ever been determined enough to try had been leading up to this. One bad step could ruin everything she’d worked towards.

      She held her breath as she rose. The wind whipped her hair and cape back as she gripped the only two steady things in her life, not even fully sure that they were steady. But she held fast to the hope that they were.

      Her vision tunneled as the wind grew stronger and she pinpointed her target. The light flashed, rippling through her as she unraveled. All she could do now is hope it was enough to save what was holding her up.

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    • Chapter 1

       Sophie could hear the voices calling to her, she just chose to ignore them. She could feel the hands gripping hers in hopes of waking her up, but she stayed in the nook of warmth, settled among darkness that swallowed her up like a comfy blanket. She didn’t want to be treated like a fragile doll. This was hard enough as it was. And when the actual blanket slid over her, when the lights snapped off, she thought it was safe to stop pretending. She opened her eyes to find another pair of eyes, glassy and teal, staring back at her. She could tell they were on the verge of crying. The chocolate brown hair moved as a hand rustled it, and she suddenly knew who it was.
       “Fitz,” she breathed as he whispered, “Sophie.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her hand as he transmitted to her.
       Sophie, are you okay? It’s 9:30 at night. Technically I’m not supposed to be here, but I made a deal with Sandor that I would try to wake you up if he let me in.
       Fitz, I don’t really wanna talk about it right now. Please just—
       Sophie, something’s WRONG. I know you. I don’t know what happened, or why you’ve spent all day ignoring my transmissions, but something is definitely wrong.
       Fitz, please. Just leave me alone.
       Sophie, I’m your Cognate. And you don’t have any big secret you’re holding back from me anymore. You can’t let this ruin what we have.
       Of all the ways to make her talk, playing both the Cognate card was the lowest and most effective. But Sophie wasn’t giving in that easily.
       Fitz, I’m serious, I don’t want to talk about this.
       Listen, if you tell me this, I’ll tell you what I have to transmit to get past your blocking. I know you’ve wanted to know for a while.
       Letting her in on that small piece of information was something she’d wanted for a while. Fitz had some skills when it came to making her talk. Sophie reached up to tug out an eyelash. Fitz grabbed her other hand before she could, rubbing small, reassuring circles into the back of it so she almost wondered why she was hiding anything from him. She shook her head to focus again, trying and failing to keep away the thoughts of doubt and worry that came with the memories of the Matchmaking disaster. Although the conversation wasn’t very helpful, it had picked her back up again. She was going to find out why she couldn’t be matched, and she was going to fix it.
       Fitz’s face paled as Sophie realized that he could still hear her.
       He transmitted, You—you can’t be matched?
       Then Sophie braved herself for the worst possible reactions. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst, as she transmitted ‘yes.’
       Fitz, as usual, was unpredictable. This has to be some game. Is that just a ruse for what’s actually happening? That’s not possible, so it has to be. Sophie, what actually happened?
       I can’t be matched, Fitz. That’s what I was trying to say. Sophie’s mental voice got smaller and smaller with each word, the last one little more than a thought.
       Fitz’s face saddened as one of the tears in his eyes threatened to spill over. I—I don’t think I can handle that.
       Sophie counted the seconds as they passed, reaching five hundred one before she could trust herself to open her eyes again. And when she did, Fitz was gone. He’d disappeared. Just vanished, as if this one thing made him stop caring about her. And maybe that was how it was. Maybe she was too freaky for him. Too different. Too strange. He probably didn’t like her anymore, not even enough to be friends. She’d seen this coming. Of course it was too good to be true. That was always how it would be. Sophie yanked off her teal heart necklace, throwing it to the floor, and snuck back to the nook. She curled up in a miserable ball of pity as the darkness swallowed her whole.
      
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    • Chapter 1

       Sophie could hear the voices calling to her, she just chose to ignore them. She could feel the hands gripping hers in hopes of waking her up, but she stayed in the nook of warmth, settled among darkness that swallowed her up like a comfy blanket. She didn’t want to be treated like a fragile doll. This was hard enough as it was. And when the actual blanket slid over her, when the lights snapped off, she thought it was safe to stop pretending. She opened her eyes to find another pair of eyes, glassy and teal, staring back at her. She could tell they were on the verge of crying. The chocolate brown hair moved as a hand rustled it, and she suddenly knew who it was.
       “Fitz,” she breathed as he whispered, “Sophie.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her hand and starting a telepathic conversation.
       Sophie, are you okay? It’s 9:30 at night. Technically I’m not supposed to be here, but I made a deal with Sandor that I would try to wake you up if he let me in.
       Fitz, I don’t really wanna talk about it right now. Please just—
       Sophie, something’s WRONG. I know you. I don’t know what happened, or why you’ve spent all day ignoring my transmissions, but something is definitely wrong.
       Fitz, please. Just leave me alone.
       Sophie, I’m your Cognate. And you don’t have any big secret you’re holding back from me anymore. You can’t let this ruin what we have.
       Of all the ways to make her talk, playing both the Cognate card was the lowest and most effective. But Sophie wasn’t giving in that easily.
       Fitz, I’m serious, I don’t want to talk about this.
       Listen, if you tell me this, I’ll tell you what I have to transmit to get past your blocking. I know you’ve wanted to know for a while.
       Letting her in on that small piece of information was something she’d wanted for a while. Fitz had some skills when it came to making her talk. Sophie reached up to tug out an eyelash. Fitz grabbed her other hand before she could, rubbing small, reassuring circles into the back of it so she almost wondered why she was hiding anything from him. She shook her head to focus again, trying and failing to keep away the thoughts of doubt and worry that came with the memories of the Matchmaking disaster. Although the conversation wasn’t very helpful, it had picked her back up again. She was going to find out why she couldn’t be matched, and she was going to fix it.
       Fitz’s face paled as Sophie realized that he could still hear her.
       He transmitted, You—you can’t be matched?
       Then Sophie braved herself for the worst possible reactions. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst, as she transmitted ‘yes.’
       Fitz, as usual, was unpredictable. This has to be some game. Is that just a ruse for what’s actually happening? That’s not possible, so it has to be. Sophie, what actually happened?
       I can’t be matched, Fitz. That’s what I was trying to say. Sophie’s mental voice got smaller and smaller with each word, the last one little more than a thought.
       Fitz’s face saddened as one of the tears in his eyes threatened to spill over. I—I don’t think I can handle that.
       Sophie counted the seconds as they passed, reaching five hundred one before she could trust herself to open her eyes again. And when she did, Fitz was gone. He’d disappeared. Just vanished, as if this one thing made him stop caring about her. And maybe that was how it was. Maybe she was too freaky for him. Too different. Too strange. He probably didn’t like her anymore, not even enough to be friends. She’d seen this coming. Of course it was too good to be true. That was always how it would be. Sophie yanked off her teal heart necklace, throwing it to the floor, and snuck back to the nook. She curled up in a miserable ball of pity as the darkness swallowed her whole.
      
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    • Chapter 1

       Sophie could hear the voices calling to her, she just chose to ignore them. She could feel the hands gripping hers in hopes of waking her up, but she stayed in the nook of warmth, settled among darkness that swallowed her up like a comfy blanket. She didn’t want to be treated like a fragile doll. This was hard enough as it was. And when the actual blanket slid over her, when the lights, snapped off, she thought it was safe to stop pretending. She opened her eyes to find another pair of eyes, glassy and teal, staring back at her. It looked like they were on the verge of crying. The chocolate brown hair moved as a hand tore through it, and she suddenly knew who it was.
       “Fitz,” she breathed as he whispered, “Sophie. He sat down next to her, grabbing her hand and starting a telepathic conversation.
       Sophie, are you okay? It’s 9:30 at night. Technically I’m not supposed to be here, but I made a deal with Sandor that I would try to wake you up if he let me in.
       Fitz, I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Please just-
       Sophie, something’s WRONG. I know you. I don’t know what happened, or why you’ve spent all day ignoring my transmissions, but something is definitely wrong.
       Fitz, please. Just leave me alone.
       Sophie, I’m your Cognate. And you don’t have any big secret you’re holding back from me anymore. You can’t let this ruin what we have.
       Of all the ways to make her talk, playing the Cognate card was the lowest and most effective. But Sophie wasn’t giving in that easily.
       Fitz, I’m serious. I don’t want to talk about this.
       Listen, if you tell me this, I’ll tell you what I have to transmit to get past your blocking. I know you’ve wanted to know for a while.
       Letting her in on that small piece of information was something she’d wanted for a while. Fitz had some skills when it came to making her talk. Sophie reached up to tug out an eyelash. Fitz grabbed her other hand before she could, rubbing small, reassuring circles into the back of it, almost making her wonder why she was hiding anything from him. She shook her head to focus again, trying and failing to keep away the thoughts of doubt and worry that came with the memories of the Matchmaking disaster. Although the conversation wasn’t very helpful, it had picked her back up again. She was going to find out why she couldn’t be matched, and she was going to fix it.
       Fitz’s face paled as Sophie realized that he could still hear her.
       He transmitted, You-you can’t be matched?
       Sophie braced herself for the worst possible reactions as she squeezed her eyes shut, transmitting ‘yes.’
       Fitz, as usual, was unpredictable. This has to be some game. Is it just a ruse for what’s actually happening? It’s not possible, so that has to be it. Sophie, just tell me.
       I can’t be matched, Fitz. That’s what I was trying to say. Sophie’s mental voice got smaller and smaller with each word, the last one little more than a thought.
       Fitz’s face saddened as one of the tears in his eyes threatened to spill over. I-I don’t think I can handle that.
       Sophie counted the seconds as they passed, reaching five hungered before she could trust herself to open her eyes again. And when she did, Fitz was gone. He’d disappeared. Just vanished, as if this one thing made him stop caring about her. And maybe that was how it was. Maybe she was too freaky for him. Too different. Too strange. He probably didn’t like her anymore, not even enough to be friend. She’d seen this coming. Of course it was too good to be true. That was always how it would be. Sophie yanked off her teal heart necklace, throwing it to the floor, and snuck back to the nook. She curled up in a miserable ball of pity as the darkness swallowed her whole.
      
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    • Chapter 1

      Sophie could hear the voices calling to her, she just chose to ignore them. She could feel the hands gripping hers in the hopes of waking her up, but she stayed in the nook of warmth, settled among darkness that swallowed her up like a comfy blanket. She didn’t want to be treated like a fragile doll. This was hard enough as it was. And when the actual blanket slid over her, when the lights snapped off, she thought it was safe to stop pretending. She opened her eyes to find another pair of eyes, glassy and teal, staring back at her. She could tell they were on the verge of crying. The chocolate brown hair moved as a hand rustled it, and she suddenly knew who it was.

      “Fitz,” she breathed as he whispered, “Sophie.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her hand.

      He transmitted, Sophie, are you okay? It’s 9:30 at night. Technically I’m not supposed to be here, but I made a deal with Sandor that I would try to wake you up if he let me in.

      Sophie transmitted back, Fitz, I don’t really wanna talk about it right now. Please just—

      Sophie, something’s WRONG. I know you. I don’t know what happened, or why you’ve spent all day ignoring my transmissions, but something is definitely wrong.

      Fitz, please. Just leave me alone.

      Sophie, I’m your Cognate. And you don’t have any big secret you’re holding back from me anymore. You can’t let this ruin what we have.

      Of all the ways to make her talk, playing both the Cognate card was the lowest and most effective. But Sophie wasn’t giving in that easily.

      Fitz, I’m serious, I don’t want to talk about this.

      Listen, if you tell me this, I’ll tell you what I have to transmit to get past your blocking. I know you’ve wanted to know for a while.

      Letting her in on that small piece of information was something she’d wanted for a while. Fitz had some skills when it came to making her talk. Sophie reached up to tug out an eyelash. Fitz grabbed her other hand before she could, rubbing small, reassuring circles into the back of it, almost making her wonder why she was hiding anything from him. She shook her head to focus again, trying and failing to keep away the thoughts of doubt and worry that came with the memories of the Matchmaking disaster. Although the conversation wasn’t very helpful, it had picked her back up again. She was going to find out why she couldn’t be matched, and she was going to fix it.

      Fitz’s face paled as Sophie realized that he could still hear her.

      He transmitted, You—you can’t be matched?

      Then Sophie braved herself for the worst possible reactions. She squeezed her eyes shut as she transmitted ‘yes.’

      Fitz, as usual, was unpredictable. This has to be some game. Is that just a ruse for what’s actually happening? That’s not possible, so it has to be. Sophie, what actually happened?

      I can’t be matched, Fitz. That’s what I was trying to say. Sophie’s mental voice got smaller and smaller with each word, the last one little more than a thought.

      Fitz’s face saddened as one of the tears in his eyes threatened to spill over. I—I don’t think I can handle that.

      Sophie counted the seconds as they passed, reaching five hundred one before she could trust herself to open her eyes again. And when she did, Fitz was gone. He’d disappeared. Just vanished, as if this one thing made him stop caring about her. And maybe that was how it was. Maybe she was too freaky for him. Too different. Too strange. He probably didn’t like her anymore, not even enough to be friends. She’d seen this coming. Of course it was too good to be true. That was always how it would be. Sophie yanked off her teal heart necklace, throwing it to the floor, and snuck back to the nook. She curled up in a miserable ball of pity as the darkness swallowed her whole.

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    • Depressing, but really good. Awesome descriptions.

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    • Chapter 2

      “Sophie,” the voice whispered. “Sophie, come back.” A calming blue breeze called her back from the dark oblivion. She opened her eyes and found Keefe leaning over her, smiling slightly. His ice blue eyes seemed to bore into her heart as his grip on her hand tightened. Sophie bit her lip and forced back a tear as she tightened her grip as well.

      “Keefe,” she said, her voice no more than a breath. “Hi. Is—is anyone else here?” Keefe shook his head and smirked.

      He quipped, “What, am I not good enough for you anymore?” Sophie’s eyes flooded with tears at the slight reminder of the way Fitz had left. A single tear slipped down her face and Keefe’s teasing face crumpled with concern.

      “Foster, are you okay? Answer that honestly—I’m an Empath.” Sophie shook her head, watching Keefe’s position standing over her bed change as he sat down inches away from her, eyeing the necklace that lay far away from her bed.

      Sophie asked, “Do I have permission to enter your consciousness?”

      Keefe responded, “The way you say that makes it sound really weird, but Foster, you don’t have to ask. Go ahead.”

      Sophie sat up and transmitted, Keefe, please don’t make fun of me, or joke about this is any way. Please.

      Keefe responded, Foster, I would never.

      Sophie, surprised by Keefe’s sudden seriousness, continued. So, yesterday I went to the Matchmakers to pick up my packet. I was thinking about what Linh had said and I decided not to pass up the small moments. And…

      Foster, it’s okay. Whatever it is, I’m not going to make fun of you.

      I’m Unmatchable, Keefe.

      Wow. I’m really sorry. That has to be awful. Two questions, though: How is that possible? Also, does that have anything to do with Fitz’s necklace twenty feet away from you in a heap on the floor?

      He came in last night after he made a deal with Sandor, and I accidentally told him. I hadn’t meant to, but I thought it and we were telepathically talking. Then he told me—he told me that he couldn’t handle that.

      Keefe’s eyes darkened as he gripped Sophie’s hand tighter, sending more calming waves through her head. She felt a calmness spread through her as he spoke. She had to make him repeat what he’d said, lost in the haze of miserable memories.

      “I asked if you were okay. And don’t lie to me. These,” Keefe said, wiping a couple tears off her face, “Aren’t exactly selling it.”

      “I just thought, you know, one thing is finally coming together. Something in my life is actually going right. Between Tam being stuck with Neverseen and all my bodyguards and everything else wrong with my life, I just felt like I’d earned this one thing. And then the most stupid prejudice of all ruins my one chance to have that. Everything goes wrong. I knew Fitz didn’t actually like me. It was too good to be true. Everything is,” Sophie concluded bitterly.

      Keefe, looking quite concerned about Sophie’s well being, responded, “Not everything, Foster. Leave out a little hope. For your family, your friends. We all really care about you. Don’t lose hope on Fitz now. And even if you do—remember that he’s not the only one out there for you.” He flushed a little, but before Sophie could figure out what that meant, she heard someone walking in from her bedroom door.

      Edaline smiled and her eyes fell on Sophie’s fingers, interlocked with Keefe’s. “He’s right, Sophie. He’s absolutely right. You are a strong girl. You’ve been through more in a few years than one person could imagine being through in one lifetime. You can’t let this just crush you. If Fitz can’t see that you’re worth whatever prejudice he happens to be circled around, then he’s not worth you.” Sophie tried to smile, but her heart wanted to cry. She wanted to believe what her adopted mom was saying, but she cared about Fitz too much to just let him go like that. They underestimated how much time she’d spent hoping, wishing, and finally basking in the joy of knowing he felt the same way.

      But she still got up, forced a smile, and said, “Don’t worry. No one can break Sophie Foster.”

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    • This made me cry. I love it so much! It's so sad! I hope this happens in next book! So thank you for making this, it made me so happy!^_^

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    • I hope something like this actually happens in legacy because I ship SOKEEFE SO HARD

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    • IF SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENS IN THE NEXT BOOK I WILL CRY WITH JOY!!!!!!!!!!

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    • Chapter 3


      After Keefe left, Sophie ignored all of Fitz’s calls on her Imparter and blocked the transmissions in her head. She needed to think. She needed to talk to someone. So she called upon the one person who she thought could help her.

      When Dex arrived at Havenfield, he had a box in his hands and a smile on his face. Sophie immediately felt better knowing that she’d always have her best friend to talk to. She was very happy that everything had worked out after the crush cuffs incident. She ran over to hug him as he held out the box in his hands.

      He laughed when Sophie came running, saying, “Couldn’t wait to see what I brought, huh?” He opened the box and inside was a helpful serving of mallowmelt and butterblasts.

      Sophie smiled and said, “Thank you so much, Dex. Not just for the mallowmelt, but for coming. I really needed someone to talk to about this.”

      Dex nodded and they walked together to Sophie’s room. Dex set the box down on Sophie’s nightstand and looked at the teal heart necklace on the floor. He winced when he noticed the uneven way it was opened.

      He said, “Sophie, you realize that you actually used enough force to snap the chain instead of opening it when you took that off, right?” Sophie looked at the necklace, her eyes unwillingly filling with tears when she realized he was right. She was pretty sure that the entire necklace was broken, because she couldn’t see how the heart could get off of it. She slowly stepped towards it, tenderly picking it up as memories flooded her head. Suddenly she flung it against a wall, and a hairline fissure appeared like it was a broken heart as the bodyguards reaffirmed that they were okay. Sophie covered her mouth with her hand and nearly fell over when she realized the damage done to it. Fortunately, Dex was there to catch her.

      He sat down next to her at a random spot in the room, rubbing her shoulder as he gently said, “Sophie, we really need to talk about what happened last night. It’s really hurting you, and you can’t just keep it inside you. Remember how that ended last time?” Sophie dropped her eyes to the ground as she pictured Dex’s scar in her mind. He’d been there when Sophie was kidnapped, and he’d been kidnapped and hurt as well because of it.

      Sophie choked out the story and said, “Do you think I’m crazy? I’m malfunctioning? Do you think the Black Swan did this on purpose?”

      Dex replied, “Sophie, of course I don’t think you’re crazy. And you can’t malfunction. You’re not a robot. You’re a real elf. With feelings. As for the Black Swan’s involvement, I think we can use them to help you solve your problem. But I do think we need to address how this will affect the Cognate thing. How do you feel about Fitz? Do you think you can handle talking to him?

      Sophie sighed and said, “I know this is insane and stupid, but he’s still crazy important to me. I still completely trust him, somehow. That’s how he’s been able to transmit past my blocking all day today. In my head I feel hurt, betrayed, and angry, but my heart still wants to believe that there’s hope for us.”

      Dex nodded and gave Sophie another hug as he said, “Hey, I promised my mom I’d be home in a few minutes to help watch the triplets. You can come if you want, but it’ll be crazy and probably won’t be calming for you at all.” Sophie smiled declined the offer, watching Dex as he left and leaped back to his house.

      As soon as he was gone, she deflated. She felt lost and alone, and the small bit of courage she’d gained from their conversation was slowly fading away with every passing moment. She was just about to crawl back to the warm nook in her mind when she heard footsteps coming toward her. There was Keefe, obviously worried, standing in her bedroom. Sophie involuntarily smiled and tried to wipe her tear-stained face clean.

      Keefe kneeled next to her and whispered, “Dex told me how your day’s been so far. He also told me about your necklace. I wanted to stop by because he made it sound like you were literally fading away, and the way you feel right now, the emotion has literally left you. Right now all I feel is deflated, defeated hopelessness. It’s a pretty empty feeling, if you know what I mean.” He winked, but his cheerful attitude felt pretty forced.

      Between his protective position, his concerned face, and his disgruntled hair, Sophie had never felt like someone cared about her more. And, despite the promise she’d made, that was when she broke. Tears rained down her face as she wrapped her arms around herself to keep together. She felt fingers touch her hand and she tapped her fingers to bring back her Enhancing as Keefe wrapped his other arm around her. She felt herself slipping back into the hazy, purple oblivion.

      The last thing she heard was a voice whisper, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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    • I just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who left nice comments on my page! It means a lot to me that you think my writing is good.

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    • SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

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    • Omg your writing is amazing!

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    • I'm a hardcore fitzphie shipper, but this is so good I'm still reading despite the sokeefe shipping!

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    • I'm proud of you!!!!!!!!! I ship Sokeefe but the fact that you know how good this writing is!!!

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    • I'm personallly really glad that you still read this, even though it's Sokeefe! It proves that any writing can be good even though it's not the ship you would prefer.

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    • Omg guys wow thank you! The reason I’m doing more of a Sokeefe ship isn’t because I’m completely Sokeefe, because honestly, I ship Fitzphie too, but it’s kinda because after Flashback Sokeefe shippers were all kinda upset, and honestly you gotta give Keefe love too 😂

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    • Wow!! I honestly don't think I could do that!!! That's A)SOOOOOO nice and B) How are you so good at writing this even when its not you ship????

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    • How in the world are you so good? Amazing! And I'm a die hard Keefoster shipper so thats extra!

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    • I am a die hard Fitzphie shipper but I still love this story, even if it is Sokeefe. I love fanfics more than ships!

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    • Omg guys thank you all so much! None of my friends are super big into fanfic, so I’m really happy you all like this so much. As for the Sokeefe ship thing, that’s easy. Neither of the relationships Sophie has with Keefe or Fitz are perfect, so it’s easy to find loopholes and challenges that can allow the other ship to be a bigger part of the story. For instance, Fitz and his anger issues from Exile and just in general, or how he needs to register for the match, or Keefe and the Neverseen or his constant rule breaking and things that won’t let Sophie trust him. You just have to use one of those worse qualities and shape the relationship plot with it. I know that sounds kinda boring but I’m super into writing so this is pretty exciting to me. Anyways, I just wanted to say again to everyone who’s gonna comment and who already has, THANK YOU!!

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    • Oh and just to clarify I ship Fitzphie and Sokeefe depending on what’s happening so that kinda automatically makes it easier for me.

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    • Chapter 4


      Sophie blinked open her eyes to find an ice blue blob in front her of her face. As the colors returned to shapes, she realized that Keefe was still there, staring at her. She realized he must’ve gotten her to the bed after she’d passed out. Keefe looked truly happy when she registered his face, smiling as she twined her fingers with his.

      She whispered, “What happened?”

      He replied, “You were so overtired from the overwhelming night you had that when I sent the calming emotions you just fell asleep. I was worried at first, but I’m glad you finally woke up. It’s technically tomorrow now, you know.” Sophie raised her eyebrows. Keefe continued, “Yeah. You were REALLY tired. I guess that makes sense, going off of your track records of stressing and sleeping. Especially because of what’s going on with Bangs Boy right now, Fitz just kinda broke you.” Sophie felt fire in her heart. It had been just yesterday that she’d promised Edaline she wouldn’t break, and she was going to try to make her breakdown right.

      She announced, “Today I’m going to see Fitz.” Keefe raised his eyebrows. Clearing her throat, Sophie continued, “I have to make this right. If he’s going to be a jerk, he’s a jerk. I’ll get over it. If not, then he’s going to have a lot of apologizing to do.” Keefe smirked, squeezing Sophie’s hand before he walked away.

      Sophie called, “Wait! Are you leaving?”

      Keefe replied, “Yep. Gotta make sure dear old Daddio isn’t worrying about me. Call me afterwards, okay Foster?”

      Sophie smiled slightly and nodded, waving as he walked out of sight. Then she sighed, facing the day ahead of her as she told Biana she’d be coming over. Sophie had assumed that Dex or Keefe would’ve told Biana about what happened, and she knew she was right when Biana took the hint and promised to notify her brother.

      Sophie showered and put on the plainest, least frilly tunic and pants in her closet and made no effort with her hair or makeup. It hung flat against her face, and the fire coloring her cheeks and eyes made up for her makeup-less face. She made sure to keep the teal necklace in one of the pockets with a throwing star so that if Fitz asked where it was she could show him just how upset she’d been. And when she finally stepped into the light to go to Everglen, she’d never felt more determined.

      At least until she realized that Fitz was standing by the gate instead of Biana and that what she was about to do was real. Her steps were slightly less confident than they had been, her legs shaking as she strode to the gate. She held her chin as high as it would go, and curled her hands into fists behind her back. Her mind flashed to an image of the teal heart, unbroken, and the rage returned to her face. Fitz must’ve noticed that, because he paled suddenly and ran his hand through his hair quickly.

      Sophie hadn’t meant to sound cold and hard, but her voice had an edge to it when she said, “Fitz. Hi.” She was emotionless, and the color faded slowly from her cheeks. When Fitz looked like he wanted to cry, Sophie felt a tinge of remorse for feeling triumphant.

      Fitz opened his mouth, the word seemingly changing shape in his mouth as he said, “Sophie.” The word sounded hopeful, soft, and heartbroken. Suddenly she felt a little queasy, and she rubbed her knot of emotions as a turmoil boiled under her skin. She nodded, her facade not as stony as it had been seconds before. She tried to hold onto her last shred of determination as she tripped over herself behind Fitz on the way to his room.

      As soon as the doors were closed, Fitz said, “Sophie, I’m so, so, so, so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I really didn’t. I was scared and confused and I was just really worried for you. I’m sorry for leaving. I just figured it would make it easier for you.” And then Sophie cracked, her knot of emotions unraveling. She just barely saved herself from inflicting, taking deep breaths and pressing her fist into her stomach fiercely.

      “Well you know what? It didn’t. I’ve been a complete mess since then, you know. Do you wanna know how I’ve felt? Take a look at this! This is how I’ve felt,” she said, her voice rising as she pulled out the broken necklace. Seeing the cracks spreading through it made Sophie break all over again, but she was through with it. She stared Fitz down as his eyes finally wandered to the necklace. And then something unexpected happened—a tear slipped past Fitz’s perfect eyes. The teal blurred and Sophie realized that she was starting to cry too.

      She whispered, “This is what happened when you left me.” Fitz reached for her and she stiffened, involuntarily pulling her hand away as she continued, “I know you’re going to immediately think that everything will be perfect, but we really need to talk about this. About us. About being Cognates. About our relationship in general. We need to talk.” Fitz sat down on the bed and offered Sophie a spot next to him, and she took it.

      After one last glance at the broken teal heart, Fitz said, “We do need to talk. About everything.”

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    • Chapter 5


      Sophie straightened as Fitz grabbed her hand, trying to find the Cognate ring as he said, “Sophie, I’m such an idiot. An idiot.”

      Sophie’s jaw tightened as she struggled to keep her cool. “I know you think you are, Fitz. But why would you ever say what you said? I thought you actually cared about me.”

      Fitz looked away and cleared his throat before he continued speaking. “I do. I really do. And I don’t know why I said that. Please forgive me, Sophie.”

      Sophie’s jaw dropped and she yelled, “Seriously?! That’s all you’re going to say?! Just ‘forgive me?’ Really? You aren’t going to explain anything? Anything?! I really thought you were actually going to explain yourself, to make things right! I believed we had a chance!”

      Fitz looked at her earnestly, gently saying, “And you really think we don’t? If that’s true, then why hasn’t your mind blocked me out? You still trust me, one way or another. And I trust you completely. I only said that on instinct. I was just afraid of what my family would think. But I’ve done some thinking, and I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter what they say. All I care about is you. And I feel so awful about everything I did to hurt you. Really.”

      Sophie sighed. “I believe you. I just don’t know how things can really be the same now.”

      “Sophie, trust me. Just trust me.” Fitz took her hand and this time she didn’t stop him. A small smile flitted across her face without her permission. He squeezed her hand once more as Biana called her from the hallway, releasing it as she walked away.

      When Sophie got to Biana’s room, Biana immediately started talking. “Sophie, do you—wanna talk about—anything?” Sophie shook her head and smiled.

      “Just give me a makeover or something. I really don’t wanna talk. I’m okay!” Biana smiled and clapped her hands together, leading Sophie into her giant bathroom as she endlessly ranted about what hairstyle Sophie could wear.


      When Sophie got home, Keefe was standing in her living room, waiting for her. A frown flitted over his face when he noticed the smile lingering on her lips.

      “Hey, Sophie. I decided I’d wait here for you in case things got hard. I guess everything went okay,” he asked as the two walked to Sophie’s room.

      “Yeah, everything’s good,” Sophie said as they sat down. “I forgave him and we’re good now.”

      Keefe’s mouth hardened slightly as he said, “You already forgave him? What happened?”

      Sophie related the short conversation, and by the time she was done Keefe looked angry, and she knew he was when he yelled, “Seriously? You forgave him that easily? He barely said anything aside from ‘I’m sorry I was an idiot’ and you already don’t care! I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s part of the almighty Fitzphie. It doesn’t matter how many times he hurts you, or how bad it hurts you, or how perfect his life is, you’re always gonna forgive him and forget me.”

      Keefe ran down the stairs and grabbed Ro’s arm as he shouted, “Candleshade!”

      Sophie shouted after him, “Keefe! Stop!”

      “No, Sophie. I’ve been waiting a while to tell you this, but I’ve liked you for a long time. And as far as I can tell, you need to know. Bye, Sophie.” He stepped into the light and faded away.

      And for once, Sophie didn’t have a single thought in her unstoppable brain. Her mouth fell open and suddenly a warm rush filled her body. An involuntary smile took over her face and she felt the familiar rush of blush heat her face. She twisted her hands together and her mind flashed to all those moments that he’d hinted at it. She couldn’t believe how blind she’d been.

      And then she froze. What was happening? Didn’t she like Fitz? Or had she just been too blind to really notice how she felt about Keefe? And there she stood for hours, overthinking everything about her relationships until she couldn’t think any more.

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    • Chapter 6


      Sophie was remembering everything that had happened, recalling every time Keefe had called her Sophie and not Foster in that conversation. Shocked as she was, the last thing she’d expected was to wake up to was Sandor telling her that both Fitz and Keefe were waiting downstairs. She paled, running downstairs in her messed up clothes. Too late she realized it was a bad idea, and both boys stared at her disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes. She’d slept in the outfit that she’d worn yesterday. They both cleared their throats at the same time and glared at each other. Sophie’s mouth fell open. Suddenly the friendship that she’d known to get through anything was falling apart. And she had an awful suspicion it was just because of her.

      Sophie mumbled, “Let me just get ready,” and ran back upstairs. She showered as fast as she could, throwing herself into the first outfit she could find and hastily brushing her hair. She ended up wearing a dark blue tunic and plain leggings, her hair damp and flat. She ran downstairs into the middle of a fight, Fitz and Keefe yelling at each other about seemingly nothing. Fitz ran to Sophie, shooting a glare at Keefe before wrapping his arm around her. Sophie’s jaw dropped when Keefe dropped his burning face to the ground, eyeing his shoes instead of freaking out. She appreciated the gesture, surprised that Keefe was trying his hardest to be civil. Then she noticed Fitz’s protective position and frowned.

      She shook off his arm, ignoring the hurt in his eyes when she said, “What is going on here? Please stop fighting.”

      Fitz growled, “Apparently my so-called best friend came over here to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you and then tried to win over my…you. I came here to make sure that we were still in good terms and...I was gonna ask you out for real.”

      Keefe groaned, saying, “And I came here to ask how you felt about this. I want to know how YOU feel.”

      Sophie cleared her throat, and then she whispered, “I’m not sure who I like more.” Keefe sucked in a breath, flushing as Fitz stumbled back like someone had hit him in the stomach. Sophie felt something crumble inside her as she watched a tear slip down Fitz’s face. She’d never seen him cry before these recent events. Was she really that important to him? She then looked at Keefe, who was blushing insanely red and smiling like he’d never smiled before. Sophie felt like smiling herself at the adorable expression on his face, but Fitz was too important to just hurt like that. Who DID she like more? With each passing moment, it made less and less sense.

      Fitz choked out, “Sophie? Why? Did I do something?” He backed up a couple more steps and the misery in his eyes threatened to break Sophie’s calm facade. She sucked in a couple of quick, unsubstantial breaths and shook her head. Fitz looked more relieved than before, but jealousy gleamed behind the glittering teal that was watching her.

      She said, “I don’t know. I really don’t know why. Everything was the same as before. Just hearing Keefe say it…understanding most of the things that had happened…I don’t know.” Keefe smirked but quickly dropped his victorious look after Sophie continued, “That doesn’t mean that I necessarily automatically think I like Keefe more. You’re forgetting that I like both of you, Fitz. Not just Keefe.” The words flowed more easily and Sophie felt some of the tension dissipate from the room.

      Keefe suddenly turned pinker and looked down to hide his grin, saying, “So I guess I was right. The Mysterious Miss F always has more tricks up her sleeve.” Sophie looked away from Fitz to hide her wide smile, choking down the laugh building up in her throat. She wasn’t sure why she found it so funny. She just needed a reason to laugh. A giggle escaped from her mouth and Keefe and Fitz smiled, however grudgingly, knowing that she was okay. Sophie’s smile dimmed a little and she bit her lip, suddenly remembering Tam. Tam. This whole time she’d been having boy drama she’d forgotten about Tam. She suddenly paced the floor frantically, thinking, trying to make up for the fact that she’d forgotten about Tam.

      Keefe and Fitz looked at her, frowning. “Foster, are you okay? And answer that honestly please-”

      Fitz groaned and finished for him, “Because you’re an Empath. We get it, okay Keefe?” Sophie raised her eyebrows and Fitz dropped his eyes to the ground, fuming.

      She said, “It’s Tam. This whole time I’ve been freaking out over Match lists and you guys, but Tam is with the Neverseen and we’ve made no attempt to even talk telepathically.”

      Keefe smirked and said, “You’ve been freaking out over us? Instead of Bangs Boy? Oh, Foster.”

      Sophie’s fought back a smile as she said, “Keefe! I’m serious! I need to figure out how to reach Tam telepathically. For that to happen, you both need to calm down. Whatever happens will be right in the end, and quite frankly, Tam’s situation is way more important than this.” Keefe shrugged, still smirking.

      Fitz’s eyes brightened and flickered to his Cognate rings as he said, “Maybe we can try right now. You know, finding his thoughts.” He blushed and Sophie felt her hand fly to her temple, thinking of what they could say.

      Keefe cleared his throat and said, “If you guys are gonna go full-on Fitzphie mode, then I should probably leave. Bye.” He grinned a little and there was a skip in his step as he left. Fitz smiled, his teeth gleaming as Sophie sat down and motioned for him to join her.

      Sophie felt a clear, accented voice fill her mind. Just like old times, huh?

      Yep.

      Before we reach out to Tam, should we check on Silveny? It might strengthen our stamina, and we really should do that anyways.

      I don’t know. We can reach out to her after, but for now I really need this energy so that we can actually reach Tam.

      Ok, that’s good.

      Sophie smiled and thought, Let’s try to reach Tam. Do you know what his thoughts feel like?

      Yeah. I once entered his mind for some reason. I think it was for practice or something. Probably in Alluveterre once we’d met them.

      Great. I’ll send you a boost and you can try to find his mind. Let me know if you need me to enhance you.

      Okay. For a few endless minutes, Fitz’s consciousness spread thinly in different directions. Then he gasped and grabbed Sophie’s hand, tapping her fingernails. Sophie brought back her enhancing and the power of their minds went barreling towards whatever Fitz had picked up.

      Tam? Fitz transmitted. He and Sophie squeezed their eyes shut, looking for a response as they entered the mind.

      And suddenly they heard something.

      It was Tam’s voice, thinking, Fitz?

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    • What the- TAM MY BOY

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      THIS IS SO GOOD!

      😁😁😁😁 I need more! You r like a mini Shannon Messenger!!!

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    • Oh oof I’m sorta a child I’m in middle school. TYSM GUYSSSS

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    • 2600:1008:B112:FD64:B162:3D88:61EF:E6BF wrote:
      Oh oof I’m sorta a child I’m in middle school. TYSM GUYSSSS

      What grade? I'm not a creep or anything, I just feel like everyone here is older than me. I'm in grade eight (just started)

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote:
      2600:1008:B112:FD64:B162:3D88:61EF:E6BF wrote:
      Oh oof I’m sorta a child I’m in middle school. TYSM GUYSSSS
      What grade? I'm not a creep or anything, I just feel like everyone here is older than me. I'm in grade eight (just started)

      Don' you worry, I just started 8th too, a ton of people here are younger than us...

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    • Well it was my first full day of school today! Let me clarify: FIRST FULL DAY AT HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!! Here's what I obsevred:

      1. Between classes all the hallways smell like B.O.

      2. EVERYONE is taller than you (I'm a fairly tall person, so I hated this.)

      3. All the pipes are filled with led, so if you don't want to die of stressing out that you're going to die of led posioning, either bring your own water, or go to the ONE filtered water fountain wich is on the FIRST FLOOR. (Most of my classes are nowhere near it.)

      4. You WILL have a near asthma attack every day from running up ALL the stairs to you locker on the THIRD (and very top) FLOOR! 

      5. My schools hallways make no sense. (ex.- the third floor has two hallways, but there is no way to get from one hallway to other except go down the stairs and go up diffrent stairs.)

      6. I swear, the school exists to kill all grade eights.

      7. You will see SO MANY kids from your old school you want to avoid, and just have to pretend you didn't hear them when they say hi.

      8. IT'S WAY BETTER THAN ELEMENTARY

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    • I don't think any of us follow the age level 4 the books. 😎I mean, what self respecting eight year old is gonna go up to a 500 page book and be like, "I'm gonna read this!"

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    • KeephieForeva wrote:

      174.6.16.240 wrote:
      2600:1008:B112:FD64:B162:3D88:61EF:E6BF wrote:
      Oh oof I’m sorta a child I’m in middle school. TYSM GUYSSSS
      What grade? I'm not a creep or anything, I just feel like everyone here is older than me. I'm in grade eight (just started)

      Don' you worry, I just started 8th too, a ton of people here are younger than us...

      I'm in 8th, but there are people of all ages - like 5th grade to adult

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    • I'm in eighth too .... Wow I feel so young. 

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    • Wow y’all I feel YOUNG. I just started seventh.

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    • I just really like to write. I’ve been really writing since about fourth grade and I’ve entered several competitions since then.

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    • I used to like writing when I was in the fifth grade and I made several short stories... but over the time I lost interest

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    • I had trouble learning to read and write, but now I'm the best reader/writer I know.

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    • 😭is nobody else here in sixth????

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    • How is sixth grade for you? Sixth grade was the WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE wich is saying something, since my life was really bad from grade four to the end of grade seven, so I hope you aren't in the same situation that I was in.

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    • 98.146.202.117 wrote: 😭is nobody else here in sixth????

      Idk about this thread but there are a lot of sixth-graders here

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote: How is sixth grade for you? Sixth grade was the WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE wich is saying something, since my life was really bad from grade four to the end of grade seven, so I hope you aren't in the same situation that I was in.

      Really? I liked sixth. Seventh was the worst for me.

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    • I started 7th this year too and so far it's been...a lot of work. More work. Work. Blech work. 

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    • MagicDaydreamer wrote:

      174.6.16.240 wrote: How is sixth grade for you? Sixth grade was the WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE wich is saying something, since my life was really bad from grade four to the end of grade seven, so I hope you aren't in the same situation that I was in.

      Really? I liked sixth. Seventh was the worst for me.

      Seventh grade was pretty bad, but sixth grade was a really bad time with mental health for me. Also my friend was being bullied.

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote:
      How is sixth grade for you? Sixth grade was the WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE wich is saying something, since my life was really bad from grade four to the end of grade seven, so I hope you aren't in the same situation that I was in.

      Sixth is actually pretty good so far.... In third grade I had some not very nice friends so I guess that's my worst year so far.

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    • I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

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    • Please continue writing the story. Your brilliant at it.😀

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    • Wow! There seems to be alot of middle schoolers in here! I'm glad im not the only one :) 

      (Keep up the good work author, its SO GOOD!)

      -Thebookreadingunicorn

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    • 202.166.59.240 wrote: I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

      I know what you mean by 'mean and too dramatic'

      -Chloe

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    • 64.114.223.138 wrote:

      202.166.59.240 wrote: I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

      I know what you mean by 'mean and too dramatic'

      -Chloe

      Me too. SOme of my friends became out of their minds and crazy dramatic. Also started dresseing weird(if you know whar I mean)

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    • Notebookgirl30 wrote:

      64.114.223.138 wrote:

      202.166.59.240 wrote: I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

      I know what you mean by 'mean and too dramatic'

      -Chloe

      Me too. SOme of my friends became out of their minds and crazy dramatic. Also started dresseing weird(if you know whar I mean)

      Wow! I am lucky to be homeschooled... I am a 7th grader. I am drifting away from my bff a bit, shes a year younger than me, and goes to school. Idk I'm just closer to people my age now... I never thought I would be tge one who outgrows friends you know? -Captain Hollander

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    • Notebookgirl30 wrote:
      64.114.223.138 wrote:

      202.166.59.240 wrote: I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

      I know what you mean by 'mean and too dramatic'

      -Chloe

      Me too. SOme of my friends became out of their minds and crazy dramatic. Also started dresseing weird(if you know whar I mean)

      YES i ABOUSULUTELY know what you mean. It's also kind of hard because my bff and i are also not as close as we used to be, and when I'm over at her house, she spends a lot of time looking in her mirror and re-applying lip gloss and stuff, when I cannot bring myself to care about those things. Also, my birthday is super late in the year, so she's already thirteen and i'm not and she doesnt understand how much of a deal that is to me. everyone else i know is already thirteen, and she keeps pointing out people who also have late birthdays, but she doesnt get it.

      Sorry, didn't mean to dump all my promblems out or anything.

      -Chloe

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      Omg guys sorry I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I posted any new chapters. I’m almost done with chapter 7, though!

      Also, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

      -Chloe

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    • Chapter 7


      Sophie gasped. TAM?! She thought.

      Yeah. How did you find me?

      Fitz thought, I remembered your thoughts from Aluveterre.

      Oh. Well, hi. This isn’t really a good time, you know.

      Sophie frowned, transmitting, Why not?

      I’m trying to figure out what the Neverseen’s next plan is. They’re talking about the Moonlark, so you, and about Matches. I guess they wouldn’t let you register? Anyways, they’re trying to figure out how to distract you from your problems. I guess they’re planning this big thing with Foxfire. I’d talk to Magnate Leto—or Mr. Forkle or whatever. I should really go now. Check back in later. Tell Linh I miss her. And—tell Biana I said that I hope she’s doing okay.

      The Cognates said their goodbyes and Sophie dropped backwards onto her bed. She sighed and smiled. Tam was okay. There was no reason to feel guilty. She felt a small weight lift off her shoulders. It wasn’t great, but at least he seemed like he was still alright. Then she remembered his message to Biana.

      She sat up, frowning as she said, “Tam left a message to Biana. And only Biana.” Then a smirk came over her face.

      Fitz laughed and replied, “You know, you look a lot like Keefe when you do that. And yeah, I noticed that too. Hey, if you want to come over to Everglen tonight, you totally can. We can invite Grady and Edaline too, if you want.”

      Sophie smiled and replied, “I’d love to come over. Just make sure that you invite Dex, Marella, Linh, and Keefe, okay?”

      The smile dropped from Fitz’s face, but then he flashed a quick grin and said, “Sure. Let’s go.” Sophie hopped off her bed and watched as Fitz walked past the Leapmaster, grinning. “You should teleport us directly into the house. That would definitely freak them out.” Sophie sighed, noticing that it seemed like Fitz was trying to adopt Keefe’s playful personality. Not that it stopped her from agreeing.

      The two stepped outside and clasped hands as they rose higher and higher into the air. Then they dropped, and Sophie closed her eyes as the clap of the void tearing sent them into dark black space, and then the middle of Everglen. Sophie opened her eyes and Fitz squeezed her hand before releasing it as Alden dropped his papers. Sophie was just glad that the door had been open, a detail that she’d forgotten about. Della and Biana stared, jaws dropped, as they blinked into sight. Sophie jumped, not prepared to see both of them appear without any warning whatsoever.

      Before any greeting, Biana ran to Sophie and dragged her to her room as Fitz, visibly upset, called after them. “Sophie, I need to tell you something.”

      Tam’s farewell drifted into her thoughts and Sophie exclaimed, “So do I!”

      Then at the same time, they said, “It’s about Tam.” Sophie raised her eyebrows as Biana looked away, motioning for Sophie to go first.

      “I finally got in touch with him. And…he told me to give you a message.”

      Biana’s eyebrows jumped and she leaned forward, eager to hear. “What did he say?”

      “He said that he hopes you’re doing okay. Only you. He didn’t mention anyone else.” Sophie put intentional emphasis on some of the words, trying to see what reaction she’d get. It was almost satisfying to watch Biana’s face burn and know that this time it wasn’t her blushing. Sophie grinned a little, and Biana couldn’t hold a smile back as she pushed Sophie a little.

      Sophie continued, “So…what did you want to tell me?” She raised her eyebrows and Biana flushed again.

      She replied, “Nothing that matters now.”

      “Why,” Sophie wondered aloud.

      “Because…I was going to tell you to reach out to him so that I’d know he was safe.” Sophie could practically hear what Biana was trying to say without words. She’d wanted to know that he was safe even more than Linh. A full smile lit up Sophie’s face.

      The smile faded from Biana’s face, though, as she turned away and whispered, “I just miss him and I need to know that he’s okay.” Sophie’s own smile slipped off her face as a sad sigh escaped Biana’s mouth. Biana looked back and a timid smile crept back onto her face.

      She said, “Thank you.” Sophie fought back the teasing coming and she reached over to give Biana a hug. No matter what, now she had to get Tam back.

      Suddenly a voice called, “Biana? Sophie? Are you ever going to come back?” The girls stood up and smoothed themselves out before walking out to Fitz, Keefe, Marella, and Dex. Biana was a little pale, but Sophie hoped that she wouldn’t be as anxious anymore knowing that Tam was okay.

      Then she noticed that someone was missing, and she frowned. “Where’s Linh,” she asked.

      Fitz shrugged and said, “She told me she was hanging out with Wylie today. It’s been kind of a rough day for her, what with it having been a couple weeks since Tam joined the Neverseen, so I just let her do what she’s comfortable with. I told her she’s welcome to drop by with Wylie later, and I gave her Tam’s message.” Sophie nodded, smiling slightly at the way Keefe’s face lit up when she walked in.

      She grinned suddenly and asked, “Base quest, anyone?” Everyone stood up, Fitz and Keefe immediately claiming their spots on Sophie’s team. Marella, Dex, and Biana were on the other team.

      “So,” Keefe started, “Special abilities are definitely allowed. There is one rule—do not destroy anything.” Sophie raised her eyebrows at the rule as a smirk crept onto his face. “Just kidding. Feel right at home to do so. Or not,” he added as he noticed Sophie’s expression.

      And there it was. Sophie felt, for the first time, that she could breathe again. It was such a relief to laugh and know that no one judged her for being herself again. Pinpointing the minds of the people not on her team, her team won the game by a landslide.

      Afterwards they had the beautiful fire again, and Sophie stayed inside with Keefe. The flames still bothered her more than she’d like to admit. Seeing Marella around them didn’t bother her, but the way she made them change colors and flicker around made her jumpy, so she’d gone to sit alone in the hall. Of course, Keefe had followed her in.

      “Hey, Foster. How’s it going,” he asked, sitting so close to her she could feel his breath warm her cheeks. Or maybe that was just the feeling of the heat rushing into her face, burning proudly like the sun.

      She replied, “Okay, I guess. You?”

      She swore that she could feel his smile as he replied, “Never better.” They didn’t need words to fill the space after that. They sat like that, Sophie’s head against his shoulder, for an immeasurable amount of time. And when the group finally came in, Sophie felt warmer than she ever could’ve with flames in the dark.

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    • YAYSIES! I will read it but then I gtg! So bye!

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    • OMG TAM AND BIANA SOPHIE AND KEEFE WYLIE AND LINH IM BRAIN DEAD

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    • THE TIANA. THE LYLIE. THE DEX AND MARELLA INCLUSION.

      YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

      -Chloe

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    • OMG SOKEEEEEEEFE!!!!!!!!!!

      I wish Legacy could be like this

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      😉🐨

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    • I’m so glad you guys like it!!

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    • SOPHIE INCLUDED DEX AND MARELLA HOW COULD I NOT?!?!?! -Chloe

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    • 98.146.202.117 wrote:
      I don't think any of us follow the age level 4 the books. 😎I mean, what self respecting eight year old is gonna go up to a 500 page book and be like, "I'm gonna read this!"

      This eight year-old.

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    • I mean, I'm not eight now, but I was when I first read the series. Now I'm eleven.

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    • SparklyMagix wrote:
      98.146.202.117 wrote:
      I don't think any of us follow the age level 4 the books. 😎I mean, what self respecting eight year old is gonna go up to a 500 page book and be like, "I'm gonna read this!"
      This eight year-old.

      I started reading these when was eight as well. or nine.

      -Chloe

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    • Same I but now I'm 12

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    • I mean, I'm VERY glad I'm no longer eight, because that battle at the beginning of Flashback was definitely not PG rated.

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    • lol yeah. I think that she's changing the books each yearto becaone more and m0re youn g adultish...

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    • 98.143.232.53 wrote:

      Notebookgirl30 wrote:

      64.114.223.138 wrote:

      202.166.59.240 wrote: I'm only in fifth grade and it's the worst year so far, grade 4 was okay but then suddenly SO MUCH HOMEWORK!! ARGHHHH!! And some of my friends are getting mean and too dramatic

      I know what you mean by 'mean and too dramatic'

      -Chloe

      Me too. SOme of my friends became out of their minds and crazy dramatic. Also started dresseing weird(if you know whar I mean)

      Wow! I am lucky to be homeschooled... I am a 7th grader. I am drifting away from my bff a bit, shes a year younger than me, and goes to school. Idk I'm just closer to people my age now... I never thought I would be tge one who outgrows friends you know? -Captain Hollander

      Omg same I’m homeschooled and I think it’s a lot better than public school

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote:

      SparklyMagix wrote:
      98.146.202.117 wrote:
      I don't think any of us follow the age level 4 the books. 😎I mean, what self respecting eight year old is gonna go up to a 500 page book and be like, "I'm gonna read this!"
      This eight year-old.

      I started reading these when was eight as well. or nine.

      -Chloe

      I was 10 when I first started reading the books

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    • I started this year in July. And I already finished. It actually took me longer than most books, I thought it was a little boring at first. Plus my parents made me go to camp and I was already reading six different books.

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    • Notebookgirl30 wrote:
      Same I but now I'm 12

      I'm almost thirteen. Two weeks!

      -Chloe

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote:

      Notebookgirl30 wrote:
      Same I but now I'm 12

      I'm almost thirteen. Two weeks!

      -Chloe

      Well happy early bday. Ima forget so ya

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    • Tanks!

      -Chloe

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    • oof, sorry, I always do that.

      • thanks

      -Chloe

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    • Guys I’m so sorry that I haven’t been updating! I’m so busy nowadays. I’m working as hard as I can to get the next chapter uploaded soon!

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    • Take your time! :)

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    • Take ur time. ☺️

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    • I just read best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best best preview ever read

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    • It takes time because alot of homework is given in 7 grade

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    • And Grade 6... and Grade 5... everything after Grade 4, really.

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    • Everything after grade 3! I had more homework in 4th grade than I did in 6th grade. No joke, I had 2 hours of homework in 6th grade, and 3 hours in 4th.

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    • Really? In Grade 4, I was that kid asking for more work. I got exactly what I asked for... in the form of a crumb-ton of homework next year.

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    • MagicDaydreamer wrote:
      Everything after grade 3! I had more homework in 4th grade than I did in 6th grade. No joke, I had 2 hours of homework in 6th grade, and 3 hours in 4th.

      Yeah, i got a bunch of homeork starting in grade four, and a bit of homework, like every other day or once a week in grade three.

      -Chloe

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    • Huh... odd. (also, friendly reminder that we aren't allowed to use minor curses here)

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    • Why though? If any kids too young for swearing were reading the series, the battle at the beginning of Flashback most definitely made them stop.

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    • SparklyMagix wrote: Why though? If any kids too young for swearing were reading the series, the battle at the beginning of Flashback most definitely made them stop.

      True. I guess some users don't like it?

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    • that makes sense.

      -Chloe

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    • If they're uncomfortable it, they're gonna have some trouble being around teenagers... ever. I swear, one time around teenagers and I leave with a lot of new swears in my pocket.

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    • One year and 10 more swear words. 6th to 7th grade. Though I don’t curse unless like rly bad situation. I think the only time was when a bird pooped in my lunch...and it was a GOOD lunch. That NEVER happens.

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    • I don't swear often, because the meaning of swear words to me is to express a very strong, usually negative feeling. I like to save those words for really bad situations, so I don't make anybody uncomfortable. Or on rides. I swear a lot at amusement parks.

      -Chloe

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    • My stomach hurts rly bad now so i feel like swearing

      but i wont lol

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    • SparklyMagix wrote:
      If they're uncomfortable it, they're gonna have some trouble being around teenagers... ever. I swear, one time around teenagers and I leave with a lot of new swears in my pocket.

      That's not what it's about though. Why do you need to swear? People are uncomfortable with it cause it means something bad. I don't swear and don't intend to start unless you count 'heck' as a swear word, which Ig it kinda is but we're allowed to say that on this Wiki so yeah idk just follow the rules and guidlines please. -

      Ahsoka 

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote: I don't swear often, because the meaning of swear words to me is to express a very strong, usually negative feeling. I like to save those words for really bad situations, so I don't make anybody uncomfortable. Or on rides. I swear a lot at amusement parks.

      -Chloe

      I swear when I'm angry or drop something or hurt myself, or just when I want to convey strong feeling... but i'm not allowed to around my parents. My english teacher did and made us listen, which I thought was awesome since most teachers are annoying about it

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    • SparklyMagix wrote: If they're uncomfortable it, they're gonna have some trouble being around teenagers... ever. I swear, one time around teenagers and I leave with a lot of new swears in my pocket.

      I think the whole point is that this wiki's supposed to be generally PG and it's a collective decision made by the powerusers as some people do find it offensive

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    • Yeah.... I don't find it offensive, but lets say, for instance, my parents check my computer, and they see alot of people cursing on here. That would end out really badly for me and I would never be allowed on the wiki again.

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    • Okay, so my mom and dad are insanely strict about swearing in front of family, so I try not to swear, but sometimes I just really want to express strong feelings, especially when speaking about something I'm passionate about, like this series. And to end this on a super cheerful note, one time my parents told me climax was a swear word... is it? Please don't censor this if it is...

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    • MagicDaydreamer wrote:

      174.6.16.240 wrote: I don't swear often, because the meaning of swear words to me is to express a very strong, usually negative feeling. I like to save those words for really bad situations, so I don't make anybody uncomfortable. Or on rides. I swear a lot at amusement parks.

      -Chloe

      I swear when I'm angry or drop something or hurt myself, or just when I want to convey strong feeling... but i'm not allowed to around my parents. My english teacher did and made us listen, which I thought was awesome since most teachers are annoying about it

      Your english teacher swore? That's kind of amazing. We have a 'no swearing' rule at our school. Not like anyone follows it or anything, but it's there. I don't get the point of it though. You have a building full of teenagers, it's inevitable. I understand the 'no swearing' policy here, though. There are potentally younger users on here, and my parents wouldn't think twice about letting me get an account if they knew there was swearing.

      -Chloe

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    • ^ Um, no... That's the exciting part of a plot. I have no clue why someone would think that is swearing

      On another note: I love how all of your families are super strict. My parents don't care at all about anything I do with the exception of my getting anything lower than an A-, so I guess you could call that strict in some ways. I personally don't swear much, especially online

      On another another note: When's the next chapter coming out..? I need more :D 

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    • I've never srown a day in my life. I don't even say the o.m. and you know the rest :) My siblings have though. Someone once said the "S" word to me, and it was at a religious camp, so I'm never going back there again! XD



      Also, PLZ ADD MORE SOON!!! I'M DIEING OF NOT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!!

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    • YES! MORE!

      I have provided you with my swearing history. Because I'm weird.

      I didn't really swear, until grade 5, i said the 's' word 2 or 3 times, in grade 6 I swore like, every day, because I was going through a bit of a rough time, in grade seven i dailed it down a bit, and now I swear more than in grade five, but less than in grade seven. 

      -Chloe

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    • 174.6.16.240 wrote:
      YES! MORE!

      I have provided you with my swearing history. Because I'm weird.

      I didn't really swear, until grade 5, i said the 's' word 2 or 3 times, in grade 6 I swore like, every day, because I was going through a bit of a rough time, in grade seven i dailed it down a bit, and now I swear more than in grade five, but less than in grade seven. 

      -Chloe </div>

      Ugh grade 6 was the hardest for me, and I too swore almost everyday. I mostly just took my anger out on everyone else but then I noticed that people didn't care so now I have it all bundled up lolll

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    • SoKeepherOfTheLostCities wrote:

      174.6.16.240 wrote:
      YES! MORE!

      I have provided you with my swearing history. Because I'm weird.

      I didn't really swear, until grade 5, i said the 's' word 2 or 3 times, in grade 6 I swore like, every day, because I was going through a bit of a rough time, in grade seven i dailed it down a bit, and now I swear more than in grade five, but less than in grade seven. 

      -Chloe </div>

      Ugh grade 6 was the hardest for me, and I too swore almost everyday. I mostly just took my anger out on everyone else but then I noticed that people didn't care so now I have it all bundled up lolll

      I'm sorry to hear that. I hope that your life is better now. I'm not really going to talk about my sixth grade, it was really hard.

      -Chloe

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    • My sixth grade was fun

      Fifth grade was a nightmare

      In fifth grade our teacher ditched us

      i'm not even kidding

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    • Zahraachow28 wrote:
      My sixth grade was fun

      Fifth grade was a nightmare

      In fifth grade our teacher ditched us

      i'm not even kidding

      At least your teacher ditched​​​​​​​ you, though I don't think that sounds any good either. Seriously, shouldn't they be fired..? My English teacher treated me like you-know-what, but I'm glad your 6th grade year was at least fun XD

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    • Oof XD

      And she got fired after she ditched us

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    • for me, sixth grade was elementary school, so it wasn't too bad

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    • sixth grade was elementary school for me, too. We don't really have middle schools in our school district.

      -Chloe

      P.S. Your english teacher ditched you?! I want to say that's awsome, but maybe it wasn't.

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    • Oh wow. For me fourth grade was rly bad, 5th-AWESOME, 6th-made new friends so...meh...

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    • Mehhhhhh

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    • Merpp

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    • Guys!!!

      No offense to you guys but I think we should be talking about the story! If you guys want to talk about school,  how about you make a new disscussion for it?



      Plus,

      Dear Author,

      I need more!!!! Our whole school is reading it and is needing for more!!!!!!!!

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    • I AM SO SORRY!! I HAVE BEEN SUPER BUSY!!!! I’m not trying to make excuses. It’s just that schools gotten super hectic. After school today I promise I will work really hard on it.

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    • ITS THE AUTHOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      MY WHOLE SCHOOL IS BEGGING YOU FOR MORE!!!!!!!!!!

      YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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    • I’m already on the third paragraph, guys. Since it’s the weekend I’ll be working every spare minute in this!

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    • Yay :D

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    • I feel kinda sad now. I almost included Tam in the story like he was still with the group, not being held captive. I’m a little bit—very-sad.

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    • Chapter 8


      Sophie yawned and opened her eyes to find Iggy hovering over her, ice blue, crimped fur shining brightly. She shot up, looking around. When had Dex had time to change Iggy’s fur color? She clapped open the windows and bright light streamed into the room. It seemed a bit late for it to be morning. Throwing on a plain outfit, she practically threw herself down the stairs when she heard several different voices talking in harsh, loud tones.

      When she finally came to the bottom of the stairs, breathless, she looked at the crowd of people. Grady and Edaline stared up at her helplessly, begging her to stop the yelling. She frowned as she looked to the center of the room, Keefe and Fitz screaming at each other as Biana stepped in between them. Sophie had to admit, she felt disappointed. She’d thought that they would actually listen to her asking for peace. But no, she should’ve known better. Fitz always had temper issues and the slightest jab at Keefe’s past could set him off easily, as she’d noticed lately. Dex was the only one who seemed to be not losing his mind. He stood in the corner of the room next to Marella, slowly inching away from the scene until he saw Sophie. He tugged on Marella’s arm until she noticed Sophie, and the pair sprinted across the room to get to her.

      Before Sophie even started to fix what was happening, she turned to Dex and exclaimed, “I love Iggy’s fur! Thank you!” She threw her arms around him and grinned. She heard a groan from the middle of the room as she realized that the fight had stopped. She frowned, raising her eyebrows as she glanced at Biana’s position between the boys, her arms outstretched as if to distance them as far apart from each other as possible. Then she noticed Linh glittering into sight under the Leapmaster. Linh’s mouth fell slightly open at the scene in front of her, and when her eyes flickered to Sophie’s, there was pure concern etched into every one of her perfect figures.

      Grady cleared his throat and turned to Linh, asking, “Care to have some lunch?” Sophie gaped.

      “It’s lunch already? Why didn’t someone wake me up,” she wondered aloud.

      Keefe smirked and said, “You were really tired after all that quality time we spent together after the fire last night. Do you even remember falling asleep in the middle of our conversation?” Sophie’s mouth fell slightly as she recalled the group talking together. She didn’t remember anything after laying down next to Keefe—and there was the catch. Leave it to Keefe to make her remember falling asleep in his arms. She could only imagine how Fitz had reacted. Then again, that did explain the argument. She rolled her eyes and locked her jaw.

      “No, but I do recall telling you two to stop fighting,” she quipped. Keefe at least had the decency to look ashamed, whereas Fitz immediately pounced on him and started calling him out for it. Sophie had the urge to call him a child, as she knew that a lot of the argument had probably been based on something that Fitz had said. Lately she’d been feeling a lot less fluttery around Fitz. It scared her.

      Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard Keefe mumble, “Sorry, Foster.” But she did, and she smiled at him. The bright red coloring his face, neck, and ears showed her that it had been the right decision.

      “What are you all doing here, exactly,” Sophie asked, remembering that she had no idea why everyone was gathered in her living room.

      Before one of the boys could speak, Biana stepped forward and said, “I just thought we all should brainstorm. I know there’s nothing exactly happening at this moment in time, and we can’t just go after Tam, but I just feel really unprepared. Maybe we can have a training lesson or something.” Sophie smiled gratefully at her.

      She asked, “Did Sandor ever give you a particularly…special…lesson?” Everyone looked confused but Linh. The usually placid girl wrinkled her nose in disgust as the pink left her cheeks. Sophie groaned. She didn’t want to be the person to make her friends go through this, but she did need to make sure that they were prepared. Even after everything that had happened—she had to make sure they were safe. She needed to make sure that their perfect beings were safe, even if hers couldn’t be.

      “Sophie? You in there,” she heard a soothing voice call. She blinked her eyes open to find Keefe staring at her, mere inches from her face. Sophie swallowed the giant lump in her throat and nodded.

      She responded, “I’m gonna go get Sandor.”

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      Sophie looked up as Biana ran into her room, red-faced, with tears streaming down her porcelain skin. Well, sort of porcelain—the distinct color of lushberry juice soaked her clothes and matted her hair together. Linh winced sympathetically. She had stayed with Sophie upstairs in her room, as the two of the wouldn’t—couldn’t—watch their friends be utterly terrorized by Sandor’s cruel but effective training. She’d known that she would feel guilty the moment the first face of her friends appeared at the top of the stairs, but she hadn’t prepared herself for the overwhelming urge to cry herself.

      Before Biana could even get a word out, Linh walked over and pulled her into a hug. Sophie slowly got up and hugged the girls softly, careful not to cover herself completely in lushberry juice. She walked over to the window and looked out. Dex and Marella held each other, and although neither elf was crying, they both looked shocked and slightly upset. Sophie sighed. She’d predicted that Biana would be the first to break—she’d known that Dex and Marella would be okay. She knew that everyone would be fine once the shock wore off. She just couldn’t shake this feeling of guilt that she had—that she somehow was responsible for their terror. But she wasn’t. This was helping them…right? She wanted to convince herself that she was overreacting. This wasn’t that big of a deal. This couldn’t be.

      The lump forming in her throat said otherwise. She swallowed, hard, her mind suddenly flashing to one of the most terrifying images she’d ever seen. It was her and her friends, standing, paralyzed, as Tam walked slowly in front of them, sneering. Then it was her friends standing next to her as Tam fought willingly. Then it was Tam, just Tam. His face when he’d told Sophie that he had to do this for Linh. The last glimpse of his icy bangs, his wide eyes as Lady Gisela knocked him out and took him with her. And then there was another image—one she couldn’t stand. It was her and her friends with the Neverseen. She was spared because she was the Moonlark. She was standing there as she watched all of her friends be tortured along with Tam. That’s what she imagined would happen if they went after him. She needed to keep everyone safe.

      She couldn’t possibly feel this awful. If she let herself break—let the guilt of Linh and Biana’s feelings break her, let Tam’s predicament weigh down too heavily, let Fitz’s heartbroken face when he’d learned that she liked Keefe hurt her—she wouldn’t be there to save her friends. She was the Moonlark. She had to survive this—some way, somehow. Because what kept her up at night was rarely ever something happening to her. It was her friends breaking, her friends being hurt, all because she’d been created for war. Every time they had a plan, every time they put it into action, she’d wanted to go solo. Not because she wanted to be the hero. That was the last thing she wanted. It was because she needed to make sure that not one person was hurt because of her. And every time, they came with her. Every time, someone was hurt.

      Dex—innocent, perfect Dex. He’d been tortured and kidnapped with her when he was making sure she was okay. He had a scar to show for it.

      Biana—beautiful, sympathetic Biana. Sophie had found her lying in a pool of her own blood, and now she had scars everywhere to prove it.

      Fitz—adorable, caring Fitz. He’d spent weeks under sedatives right in front of her, all because the Neverseen knew that she was close to him. His glittering eyes seemed to always be a reminder of just how much she couldn’t lose him.

      Keefe—broken, lovable Keefe. She didn’t want to think about how much he’d lost because of the Neverseen. So she didn’t. All she could do was collapse and sob.

      Sob for everything—everyone—she’d lost.

      Sob for what her friends had lost.

      Sob for what her friends had to go through.

      Sob for what she’d put everyone through.

      Sob when she remembered what it had been like when Sandor had sprayed her with fake blood.

      Sob because she couldn’t seem to be able to speak anymore.

      Sob—because all she could do was cry. Because all she could do was cry now. She was helpless. Everything was out of her control. And suddenly, she didn’t care about what would happen if they got Tam. She didn’t care what would happen if she took control of her own life. But for now, she could let herself cry; let herself feel. And that was the last thought that ran through her head as a familiar voice sounded through her ears.

      “It’s going to be okay.”

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    • THIS IS AMAZING :000000

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    • This is the first time I've cried when reading a Fanfic. So well done. Please write more.

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    • OH MY GOD THATS SO SAD! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!

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    • So sad...yet so amazing!

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    • Thank you all!

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    • This is such an amazing FanFiction!! Keep up the good work!! 😊😊😊

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    • Wow, this is soooo great! I love your writing!

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    • 98.146.202.117 wrote:
      😭is nobody else here in sixth????

      Hi, I'm in sixth... you're not alone! BTW, this is RELALLY good writing, @SecretlyAnElf5307

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    • SecretlyAnElf5307, your writing is so amazingly amazing!! I love it so much! 😍 

      I'm also writing a Fanfic (My Version of Book 8, Legacy) but it's not nearly as good as yours! I try to be good though. I'm looking for feedback on it though, (sadly, nodody's responded yet! It's OK, though.) just to see what I can improve. 

      Anyways, I somehow ended up turning the comment over to my FanFic - so rude of me!

      Your FanFic is super amazing! Keep it up!! 👍🏻😊💖

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    • This is the best!!!!!!!!! 

      My school was crazy about this!!!!!!!!

      Plz write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    • Also sob bc when legacy comes out for real ima cry that none of this happened. And if all of this does happen.....ima cry of joy.

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    • wow.  :0

      That was beatifully written.

      -Chloe

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    • I REALLY like this! Oh wait. . . I've already said that! Well, it's super good, so it derserves double praise!

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    • Omg

      Do y’all know how soon November 5th is

      I’m dead

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    • I WON A CONTEST AT SCHOOL SO NOW IM GONNA BE THE FIRST INE TO CHEKC OUT LEGACY!

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    • AGHH YOUR SO LUCKY!!! CONGRATZ

      -Thebookreadingunicorn

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    • MORE please!! This is AMAZING writing, and this is coming from a novel writer (unpublished, but one day)! If I didn't know better, I might have thought you were Shannon Messenger! PLEASE write more!

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    • Xooana wrote:
      AGHH YOUR SO LUCKY!!! CONGRATZ

      -Thebookreadingunicorn

      LoL thank zu! AHHHH SO EXCITED!

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    • Wow :0 This is AMAING!!

      -Luna the Alicorn

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    • SecretlyAnElf5307 wrote:
      Omg

      Do y’all know how soon November 5th is

      I’m dead

      XD 

      the pressure is on. I'm not finishing my fanfic, ethier, I don't think.

      -Chloe

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    • 😂 I might post one more chapter if I have time, actually.

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    • Just a warning...it’s kinda cheesy. I had a bit of a writers block so this happened 😊

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    • Chapter 9


      Sophie blinked, her eyelids flashing red when she closed her eyes again. She didn’t want to wake up. She wasn’t ready to wake up. She felt suddenly embarrassed for feeling and reacting the way she had. Her fingers twitched, reaching out involuntarily when she noticed a slight slant in the bed. Brushing her fingers across the sheets, she ran into something solid and warm. She froze when it flinched, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t want to wake up, but she did want to know who was next to her.

      She risked a glance over, and she noticed a small mass of messy blond hair. Her eyes glazed over as she studied the small smile forming on that ever-frowning face, the crease between the eyebrows gone, the way the lips were puckered open slightly. She marveled at just how soft and innocent that face looked when it wasn’t in control. It just looked so—happy. She frowned, wondering if that’s what she had looked like asleep. If that was how she’d feel if she just fell asleep and didn’t have to wake up in much too soon of a time. Just to stay in that dreamland—to escape reality, even if just for a small time—sounded appealing. Sophie’s eyes popped open as she realized how awful that sounded.

      Shifting her head to the other side, she noticed that the sun was streaming in through the windows. There was no one else in the room. She didn’t know why—or how—Keefe had gotten her tucked into her blankets. She didn’t know why he was the only one still in the room. She didn’t know a lot of things. She was just so tired. She felt her eyes begin to flutter closed when a small motion jerked her wide awake. She whipped her head to the side and found Keefe’s face, once peaceful, scrunched up painfully as he instinctively grabbed her hand. Sophie felt her heart pound as she stared at him. He twitched, grimacing as a small whimper escaped his lips. Sophie didn’t want to know what he was dreaming about, but she had to wake him up from whatever torture he was living.

      Gently, she squeezed his hand. This only coaxed another whine from his twitching lips. She shook his shoulder a bit. His face contorted more. Sighing, Sophie decided to transmit something.

      Keefe? It’s okay. I’m here. It’s not real, she assured him. A shudder ran through his body as his grip on her hand tightened, although his face relaxed a bit.

      Sophie groaned as his face winced even more. She had to find a way to stop his nightmare. So she decided to enter the dream itself and try to stop it.

      Going into Keefe’s mind was…interesting. It was like seeing a blinding light after a pitch black night. It was disorienting and overwhelming, enough so that Sophie had to focus hard to see the dream. She first recognized her face and frowned, delving deeper into the dream. She was shouting at him, something about him being worthless and meaningless. And suddenly Fitz appeared. And he strode to Sophie and kissed her. Sophie’s heart shattered as she realized that this was his nightmare. It was her hating him and loving Fitz.

      After a few more agonizing seconds of feeling Keefe convulse, she decided to transmit images. She sent him an image of them hugging, an image of him leaning close to her, and the feelings to go along with them. Somehow she could feel the tension leave her as his dream was replaced with hope and love. Slowly, the last shreds of her yelling at him slipped away and one image lingered in his mind. It was one that she hadn’t created. It was them sitting under Calla’s Panakes tree. Their fingers intertwined, Sophie’s head on his shoulder. They both wore small smiles on their faces. There was a distinct sense that nothing was wrong in the world, and that they were finally safe—and together—like they were meant to be.

      Sophie pulled herself from his mind, slipping her fingers from his and turning away from him. If he woke up, she didn’t want him to see her crying again. She wanted that image to be real—so badly, so much more badly than she thought she’d ever want something. Her body shook slightly as she remembered the perfect detail his memory had captured her face with, the way her lips curved in a half-smile, the way the golden flecks shone in her chocolate eyes. But every flaw Sophie had ever seen in herself didn’t seem like a flaw in his eyes—they captured the flyaways with perfect intensity, like they created a sweet curtain around her face. They saw the crease between her eyebrows as endearing, and the odd way her nose curved seemed to fit perfectly with her personality.

      She didn’t see herself like that. She didn’t think anyone did. She doubted that even Fitz had ever felt something like that. So she turned around again to study Keefe’s perfect face, hoping to capture it in the way he’d captured hers. But when she turned around again, she felt him waking up. So she closed her eyes, wondering what he would do.

      “Foster? You awake,” he whispered gently, so as not to wake her up if she was up. For some reason, Sophie was compelled to keep her eyes closed and play along. So she did, and when his lips touched her forehead gently, her eyes immediately fluttered open. She could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her breath quickening, heart racing as his lips stayed there for a few moments. And when he pulled back to lay down, his eyes met hers. A sad smile crossed his face.

      “Hey, Sophie. Are you feeling alright,” he queried, as if he hadn’t just been mentally tortured. And Sophie couldn’t help but launch herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck as she squeezed him into a hug and buried her face in his shirt. And slowly, tentatively, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She could feel the way his heart quickened the longer he held on. And slowly but surely, it brought itself back to its normal pace.

      Sophie could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I take it you’re better now. I’m glad.” Sophie gave him one last squeeze before pulling back to take in his perfect face.

      “Why were you the only one that stayed? Out of everyone here,” she asked.

      Keefe ran a hand through his hair as he sat up and said, “When I sat next to you, you just grabbed me and wouldn’t let me leave. So I stayed.” His cheeks flushed slightly as a smirk played across his face. When Sophie sat up, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder yet again. He wrapped an arm around her as Sophie realized that she didn’t really want to fall asleep and not wake up. She needed Keefe. And at that moment she knew it’d never really been Fitz that she loved. She’d just convinced herself that because he’d been the one to find her. But although he may have found her, Keefe would always be the one who was there to keep her from getting lost.

      As her thoughts shifted, she could hear the smirk in Keefe’s voice as he spoke. “You alright there, Foster? Seems like you’re thinking about something else now.” When she looked up, he wiggled his eyebrows in a funny way and grinned, causing Sophie to blush fiercely when he continued, saying, “See something you like?” He nudged her shoulder playfully as his ice blue eyes glimmered. Sophie mumbled something unintelligible as she stared right back at him.

      And suddenly he was moving closer to her. Sophie’s heart stopped as she watched his eyelashes flutter together quickly. She swallowed the lump in her throat, breath catching as warm air caressed her face. His eyes were hypnotizing as he leaned in a bit closer, red streaking across his face. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. Sophie remembered when she’d been in a similar position with Fitz. She’d been unsure, and even then something had stopped it from happening. But this time, she didn’t want anything to ruin this. Because this was Keefe, and he didn’t make her self-conscious. This was Keefe, who made her brave.

      So she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

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    • Sorry that it’s kinda short. Hope y’all like it!

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    • Yeah and it’s also slightly, idk, unedited, so please ignore that.

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    • Also THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I love you guys! You’re so supportive and it makes my day!

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    • LOVE IT!!! You're such a great writer!! I hope you write more!!!

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    • THIS. IS. AWESOME!!!!!! I LOVE the way you write, you do the characters REALLY well! I'm also an author (unpublished) and I know a published one and I'm friends with a few other unpublished ppl and everyone (including a Fitzphie shipper!) think it's FANTASTIC! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write more!! I'm livng on fanfic until I get Legacy =p

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    • AHHHHHH! YESS!!! PLEASE WRTIE MOREEE! YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOU ARE LIKE A MINI SHANNON MESSENGER!YOU NEED TO WRITE THE NEXT PART!!!!!!

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    • Jeez Shannon mini I love this! Have since I started reading!

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    • OH MY! It is probs one of the best things I've ever read (except for kotlc cause ya know)

      -Luna the Alicorn

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    • Please more

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    • Can I just say...being called ‘Shannon mini’ is probably the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten in my life so bless you all. I might keep writing but after Tuesday I’m done bc whatever Legacy is will be a lot better. I probably won’t have time to write, though.

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    • Just gotta say, this is amazing! You should definitely pursue a career in writing. 

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    • Listen, I NEED MORE! I WOULD RATHER READ THIS INSTED OF THE REAL THING. PLEASE WRITE A BOOK. (not about this, but like a fiction book) PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US WITH THIS CLIFFHANGER!

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    • OH MAH GAH!!! I JUST GOT HERE, AND READ EVERYTHING AND I LOVE THIS!!!!! AHHHHHHH KEEFIE FOREVER!!!! I'm also a sevie so :3. I missed so much!

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    • I love it. I ship it. I cried. QDKWSQT<DQKECBNBVCTNASLDELWuo

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    • YOU MUST WRITE MORE!

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    • Aaaah I think that was really good and I ship FITZPHIE and I also CANT WAIT for the 8th book to come out!

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    • I hate this. Sophitz is 4 life.SecretlyAnElf5307 wrote:
      Chapter 9


      Sophie blinked, her eyelids flashing red when she closed her eyes again. She didn’t want to wake up. She wasn’t ready to wake up. She felt suddenly embarrassed for feeling and reacting the way she had. Her fingers twitched, reaching out involuntarily when she noticed a slight slant in the bed. Brushing her fingers across the sheets, she ran into something solid and warm. She froze when it flinched, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t want to wake up, but she did want to know who was next to her.

      She risked a glance over, and she noticed a small mass of messy blond hair. Her eyes glazed over as she studied the small smile forming on that ever-frowning face, the crease between the eyebrows gone, the way the lips were puckered open slightly. She marveled at just how soft and innocent that face looked when it wasn’t in control. It just looked so—happy. She frowned, wondering if that’s what she had looked like asleep. If that was how she’d feel if she just fell asleep and didn’t have to wake up in much too soon of a time. Just to stay in that dreamland—to escape reality, even if just for a small time—sounded appealing. Sophie’s eyes popped open as she realized how awful that sounded.

      Shifting her head to the other side, she noticed that the sun was streaming in through the windows. There was no one else in the room. She didn’t know why—or how—Keefe had gotten her tucked into her blankets. She didn’t know why he was the only one still in the room. She didn’t know a lot of things. She was just so tired. She felt her eyes begin to flutter closed when a small motion jerked her wide awake. She whipped her head to the side and found Keefe’s face, once peaceful, scrunched up painfully as he instinctively grabbed her hand. Sophie felt her heart pound as she stared at him. He twitched, grimacing as a small whimper escaped his lips. Sophie didn’t want to know what he was dreaming about, but she had to wake him up from whatever torture he was living.

      Gently, she squeezed his hand. This only coaxed another whine from his twitching lips. She shook his shoulder a bit. His face contorted more. Sighing, Sophie decided to transmit something.

      Keefe? It’s okay. I’m here. It’s not real, she assured him. A shudder ran through his body as his grip on her hand tightened, although his face relaxed a bit.

      Sophie groaned as his face winced even more. She had to find a way to stop his nightmare. So she decided to enter the dream itself and try to stop it.

      Going into Keefe’s mind was…interesting. It was like seeing a blinding light after a pitch black night. It was disorienting and overwhelming, enough so that Sophie had to focus hard to see the dream. She first recognized her face and frowned, delving deeper into the dream. She was shouting at him, something about him being worthless and meaningless. And suddenly Fitz appeared. And he strode to Sophie and kissed her. Sophie’s heart shattered as she realized that this was his nightmare. It was her hating him and loving Fitz.

      After a few more agonizing seconds of feeling Keefe convulse, she decided to transmit images. She sent him an image of them hugging, an image of him leaning close to her, and the feelings to go along with them. Somehow she could feel the tension leave her as his dream was replaced with hope and love. Slowly, the last shreds of her yelling at him slipped away and one image lingered in his mind. It was one that she hadn’t created. It was them sitting under Calla’s Panakes tree. Their fingers intertwined, Sophie’s head on his shoulder. They both wore small smiles on their faces. There was a distinct sense that nothing was wrong in the world, and that they were finally safe—and together—like they were meant to be.

      Sophie pulled herself from his mind, slipping her fingers from his and turning away from him. If he woke up, she didn’t want him to see her crying again. She wanted that image to be real—so badly, so much more badly than she thought she’d ever want something. Her body shook slightly as she remembered the perfect detail his memory had captured her face with, the way her lips curved in a half-smile, the way the golden flecks shone in her chocolate eyes. But every flaw Sophie had ever seen in herself didn’t seem like a flaw in his eyes—they captured the flyaways with perfect intensity, like they created a sweet curtain around her face. They saw the crease between her eyebrows as endearing, and the odd way her nose curved seemed to fit perfectly with her personality.

      She didn’t see herself like that. She didn’t think anyone did. She doubted that even Fitz had ever felt something like that. So she turned around again to study Keefe’s perfect face, hoping to capture it in the way he’d captured hers. But when she turned around again, she felt him waking up. So she closed her eyes, wondering what he would do.

      “Foster? You awake,” he whispered gently, so as not to wake her up if she was up. For some reason, Sophie was compelled to keep her eyes closed and play along. So she did, and when his lips touched her forehead gently, her eyes immediately fluttered open. She could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her breath quickening, heart racing as his lips stayed there for a few moments. And when he pulled back to lay down, his eyes met hers. A sad smile crossed his face.

      “Hey, Sophie. Are you feeling alright,” he queried, as if he hadn’t just been mentally tortured. And Sophie couldn’t help but launch herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck as she squeezed him into a hug and buried her face in his shirt. And slowly, tentatively, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She could feel the way his heart quickened the longer he held on. And slowly but surely, it brought itself back to its normal pace.

      Sophie could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I take it you’re better now. I’m glad.” Sophie gave him one last squeeze before pulling back to take in his perfect face.

      “Why were you the only one that stayed? Out of everyone here,” she asked.

      Keefe ran a hand through his hair as he sat up and said, “When I sat next to you, you just grabbed me and wouldn’t let me leave. So I stayed.” His cheeks flushed slightly as a smirk played across his face. When Sophie sat up, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder yet again. He wrapped an arm around her as Sophie realized that she didn’t really want to fall asleep and not wake up. She needed Keefe. And at that moment she knew it’d never really been Fitz that she loved. She’d just convinced herself that because he’d been the one to find her. But although he may have found her, Keefe would always be the one who was there to keep her from getting lost.

      As her thoughts shifted, she could hear the smirk in Keefe’s voice as he spoke. “You alright there, Foster? Seems like you’re thinking about something else now.” When she looked up, he wiggled his eyebrows in a funny way and grinned, causing Sophie to blush fiercely when he continued, saying, “See something you like?” He nudged her shoulder playfully as his ice blue eyes glimmered. Sophie mumbled something unintelligible as she stared right back at him.

      And suddenly he was moving closer to her. Sophie’s heart stopped as she watched his eyelashes flutter together quickly. She swallowed the lump in her throat, breath catching as warm air caressed her face. His eyes were hypnotizing as he leaned in a bit closer, red streaking across his face. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. Sophie remembered when she’d been in a similar position with Fitz. She’d been unsure, and even then something had stopped it from happening. But this time, she didn’t want anything to ruin this. Because this was Keefe, and he didn’t make her self-conscious. This was Keefe, who made her brave.

      So she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

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    • Sophitz 4ever. Don’t get me wrong it’s really good, but HOW DARE YOU MAKE THIS A SOKEEFE FANFIC. SOPHITZ4EVER.

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    • THIS IS AMAZING!!! I love the detail you put into it!

      -Thebookreadingunicorn

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    • It’s rlly good, but one thing I can just imagine is Keefe and Fitz yelling at each other and Grady goes in and grads them both and is like WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEITHER OF YOU DESERVE MY DAUGHTER SO GET THE HECK OUTTA MY HOUSE and then they both run away rlly quickly and Grady is like chasing them and they both have to quickly leap home before Grady catches up to them and tackles them both on the ground >.<

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    • 2605:E000:121E:951:8447:3F9A:61A:8E2E wrote:
      It’s rlly good, but one thing I can just imagine is Keefe and Fitz yelling at each other and Grady goes in and grads them both and is like WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEITHER OF YOU DESERVE MY DAUGHTER SO GET THE HECK OUTTA MY HOUSE and then they both run away rlly quickly and Grady is like chasing them and they both have to quickly leap home before Grady catches up to them and tackles them both on the ground >.<

      lol

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    • THE DAY IS HERE

      ALL HAIL MINI SHANNON AND BIG SHANNON

      WE LOVE YOU BOTH

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    • ....Are you going to continue this now that Legacy has been released?

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    • SparklyMagix wrote:
      ....Are you going to continue this now that Legacy has been released?

      Yes are you? I would love that but I Mena ur choice 

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    • Okay so lately ive been way more Sokeefe than before like I used to hardcore ship Sophitz and then it was kinda like both but now? Sokeefe. Here’s why.

      This may sound stupid, but Keefe deserves this. Fitz has always had everything, and aside from alvar his life has been pretty perfect. And he suddenly goes supernova and takes his anger out on everyone. His emotional crutch, as Shannon Messenger said, is anger. Keefe meanwhile had a verbally abusive set of parents, one of which is now the leader of the group he’s going against. His life has pretty much been a complete mess, and on top of all of that the girl he loves (yes loves, everything he’s done has been, in some way, to help her) has chosen to love his best friend with the perfect life. And how does he react? He made a few bad decisions, but he only did it to help his friends. He’s never really taken it out on those he loves most, has he? He’s just having to pretend everything’s fine when it’s most definitely NOT.

      And then there’s the matter of WHY Sophitz sorta happened in Flashback. Remember when Biana said that Fitz started to like her in Aluveterre? During ‘Neverseen’ a lot of nearly Sokeefe stuff happened. I don’t really need to lost specifics, just read the book again. But I think that Fitz might’ve started to like her out of jealousy. Why? I’m not sure, but this is Fitz. Anger is his first reaction to everything.

      And also, just some more Sokeefe stuff. Remember when Sophie ‘dreamed of cute boys flying on Alicorns?’ Keefe was the only one she’d ever seen flying on Silveny. Even if she does think she likes Fitz, I think in the back of her mind she likes Keefe. If you’re actually reading this please comment Nectarine after this. There’s so many little Sokeefe details to count. Remember how she nearly lost her head when Keefe was with her near the beginning of Nightfall (I think it was nightfall don’t quote me on this)? I mean honestly tho.

      Also this really is irrelevant but who’s read the hunger games bc I have. Well, Legacy Fitz looks remarkably like movie Gale, and Keefe is like Peeta. Y’all remember who Katniss chose?

      Also I don’t think I’ll be continuing this, but I will be working on a book. I am actually working on two right now. They’re barely started but I have lots of ideas. Anyways thank you for reading this rant.

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    • I absolutely agree with that, that is the same reason I switched from Sophitz to Sokeefe!

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    • SOPHITZ FOREVER!!

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    • NOT TO BE MEAN BUT SOKEEFE SUCKS

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    • Uhhhh how exactly is that not mean?

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    • I WILL ALWAYS SHIP SOPHITZ NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS TO ME I HAVE GONE TO FAR NOW TO GIVE UP ON MY SHIP. -Potatohead

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    • are u still going to add on to your fanfic?  It's REALLY good!!!

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    • Yeah!

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    • SecretlyAnElf5307 wrote:
      Okay so lately ive been way more Sokeefe than before like I used to hardcore ship Sophitz and then it was kinda like both but now? Sokeefe. Here’s why.

      This may sound stupid, but Keefe deserves this. Fitz has always had everything, and aside from alvar his life has been pretty perfect. And he suddenly goes supernova and takes his anger out on everyone. His emotional crutch, as Shannon Messenger said, is anger. Keefe meanwhile had a verbally abusive set of parents, one of which is now the leader of the group he’s going against. His life has pretty much been a complete mess, and on top of all of that the girl he loves (yes loves, everything he’s done has been, in some way, to help her) has chosen to love his best friend with the perfect life. And how does he react? He made a few bad decisions, but he only did it to help his friends. He’s never really taken it out on those he loves most, has he? He’s just having to pretend everything’s fine when it’s most definitely NOT.

      And then there’s the matter of WHY Sophitz sorta happened in Flashback. Remember when Biana said that Fitz started to like her in Aluveterre? During ‘Neverseen’ a lot of nearly Sokeefe stuff happened. I don’t really need to lost specifics, just read the book again. But I think that Fitz might’ve started to like her out of jealousy. Why? I’m not sure, but this is Fitz. Anger is his first reaction to everything.

      And also, just some more Sokeefe stuff. Remember when Sophie ‘dreamed of cute boys flying on Alicorns?’ Keefe was the only one she’d ever seen flying on Silveny. Even if she does think she likes Fitz, I think in the back of her mind she likes Keefe. If you’re actually reading this please comment Nectarine after this. There’s so many little Sokeefe details to count. Remember how she nearly lost her head when Keefe was with her near the beginning of Nightfall (I think it was nightfall don’t quote me on this)? I mean honestly tho.

      Also this really is irrelevant but who’s read the hunger games bc I have. Well, Legacy Fitz looks remarkably like movie Gale, and Keefe is like Peeta. Y’all remember who Katniss chose?

      Also I don’t think I’ll be continuing this, but I will be working on a book. I am actually working on two right now. They’re barely started but I have lots of ideas. Anyways thank you for reading this rant.

      I agree... SOKEEFE! I really think Keefe needs her more, and actually deserves her. But that's just my opinion. 

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    • I've been a hardcore Sokeefe shipper and I just wanted to let you know how talented you are. Seriously, I went through these after I finished Legacy and one day you're going to give Shannon a run for her money. You mentioned writing books. Is there any way you could leave posts or links to those. You're writing is amazing and I would love to read more. I don't want to be a creep though so if you don't feel like sharing, don't. I just wanted to tell you how truley awesome and inspiring your writing is. I look forward to seeing more in the future (fingers crossed).

      -Rae

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    • SecretlyAnElf5307, I think that you are right about lots of things that you said. Escpecially the part where he "only started liking her around Alluvetare" thats was a really good theory! I never thought about it that was, but you very could be right!

      Also, update please?

      -Thebookreadingunicorn

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