"Will he ever wake up?"
"He was fine yesterday, maybe battle training wore him out."
"Ah, well, we can't blame the Moonlark."
"Yeah."
The voices surrounding Keefe halted as he opened his eyes slowly. Keefe blinked, the bedazzling lights blinding him. What had happened? Where was he? Where was Sophie? Who were these people?
"Hey," said a soft voice leaning over him. Keefe's heart lifted.
"Sophie?" he whispered, sitting up, the sun no longer shining in his eyes.
The girl laughed lightly and said, "Who's Sophie, Keefe? It's me, Stina."
Keefe immediately scrambled away. It was strange he hadn't even recognized her. Stina looked different- a lot, or maybe it was just that she looked so nice and caring now instead of snotty and rude.
"What- what's happened?" he asked, appealing to the other people around him.
Keefe recognized Maruca, Wylie, Marella, and.....
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her.
Jolie.
Besides her, there were two elves he didn't recognize.
"Who- who are they?" Keefe asked to no one in particular, pointing at them.
One man's smile faded.
"Mr. Sencen, its me, Mr. Forkle, and Prentice."
Keefe's head started spinning. He must be knocked out. The experiment Gisela had been doing on Foster must have wiped him out.
He pinched himself. It hurt. A lot.
This wasn't a dream, it was the new reality.
"Hey, are you okay?" Stina asked softly, touching his arm.
Keefe flinched and backed away from her.
"So, now Queen Brattyface cares? What else has changed?"
Stina backed away, hurt.
"Keefe, I'm- I'm your best friend since we started Foxfire together..."
Keefe looked, shocked, at her.
"But- Fitz, he was my best friend since we started at Foxfire."
Mr. Forkle and Prentice exchanged nervous glances before Prentice cleared his throat and said, "Keefe, Fitz died six years ago, remember?"
Emotions poured down on Keefe. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He needed air.
Keefe staggered out the door, everyone was shouting at him, asking him where he was going.
Keefe let one word escape his lips.
"Biana."
Maruca frowned at him.
"But Keefe she-"
He didn't let her finish her thought. Keefe bolted out into the bright sunshine.
It wasn't anywhere he recognized.
He looked around. He had just left a little cottage into this big forest.
Keefe didn't know where to start looking.
He wandered more into the thicket of trees, the only sounds were the wind and birds chirping.
"Keefe?" said a low voice from behind him.
Keefe spun around and gasped.
Biana looked scary. She was no longer the image of perfection, her hair was matted and scraggly, her clothes gray and worn, and her eyes had no soul left in them.
"Biana?" he whispered.
At his word. she lunged for him, attacking every part of him she could reach.
"B- what are you doing!?" he gasped, trying to duck.
"HOW DARE YOU EVEN TRY AND FIND ME! TRYING TO APOLOGIZE AGAIN?!?! IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT, DON'T PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED. I. HATE. YOU!"
"Stop!" Keefe said, pinning her to a tree, breathing heavily, "What did I do?"
"You honestly don't remember? It's that easy to forget for you, isn't it? Well I can't! I can't move on from what you did to Fitz!"
Keefe's blood ran cold. "What did I do to Fitz?"
Biana's teal eyes suddenly turned savage.
"You. KILLED HIM!"
Something horrifying seemed to burst out of Biana. Keefe realized. She was going to kill him.
Keefe ran for his life, darting under swinging branches, jumping over fallen logs, in no specific direction, until he realized he had just stepped off a cliff.
No.
He swung his hand, catching a branch, the other one grabbing Biana's hand.
"What are you doing!" she yelped.
"Saving you!" Keefe shouting, trying to pull himself up, but the weight of Biana was stopping him.
"Why?" Biana shouted.
Keefe took a deep breath, trying not to look down.
His voice was steady when he said, "I would never want to hurt Fitz. No matter how many mistakes he makes."
Biana's expression softened. "Yeah, I can feel that."
"What do you mean," Keefe said, surprised.
"Oh," Biana said, "I guess you weren't here when I manifested as an Empath."
"But, you're a Vanisher."
"No, Della's the only Vanisher I know."
"Yeah, your mom but,"
"What?" Biana said, looking up at him. "But, Alina's my mom. Its just me, her, Dad, and... used to be Fitz."
"What about Alvar?"
"Who's Alvar? Listen, Keefe, we can't both stay here," Biana said, looking down.
"Yeah, I know," Keefe huffed, "But I can hang here for a while until-"
"No," cut in Biana.
Keefe looked at her, gripping the rocks firmly.
"What?"
Biana looked at him sadly, her teal eyes coming back slowly.
"Goodbye, Keefe."
She let go of his hand. Keefe screamed but it was drowned in the roar of the wind as Biana fell, fell, fell.....
Tears fell hard as Keefe sobbed at the top of his lungs.
Biana was dead.
Someone grabbed his arm and yanked him up harshly, leaving him sprawled on the grass.
Keefe looked up, wiping off his tears and stared at the figure standing before him.
They were in a black cloak, hood up, shielding their face.
"Listen," Keefe said, his voice trembling and dry, as he shakily pulled himself up.
"I don't know what you want or where I am, but I just need to find Sophie so she can come with me-"
"Oh, but I don't want to come with you," said the figure.
She took her hood down showing the brown eyes Keefe knew so well to be turned red, with scarlet veins coming from them in a horrifying, creepy way. Sophie smiled wickedly in a way that Keefe did not recognize.
"I want to kill you."
A/N: Wow, dramatic chapter! Biana and Fitz dead!? Dex, not here. Jolie alive? And now Sophie wants to kill Keefe!
Sorry it took so long! I was super busy this week. I know this isn't written that well, but I hope y'all liked it!
-will0w-tree
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