Chapter 1: Preface
Chapter Text
BLURRY, FRACTURED MEMORIES SWAM through Sophie's mind, but she couldn't piece them together. She tried opening her eyes and found only darkness. Something rough pressed against her wrists and ankles, refusing to let her move.
Dex: *looks at the others uneasily* What's going on?
Sophie: I... I think I know.
A wave of cold rushed through her as the horrifying realization dawned.
She was a hostage.
A cloth across her lips stifled her cry for help, and a sedative's sweet aroma stung her nose when she inhaled, making her head spin.
Were they going to kill her?
Would the Black Swan really destroy their own creation? What was the point of Project Moonlark, then? What was the point of the Everblaze?
Keefe: *frowning* This is how you start a book about us?! Seriously!?
Biana: Care you explainwhywe have a book about us in the first place?
Keefe: I mean, hey, it's cool, right?
Tam: What it is- is creepy.
Marella: You're creepy.
Tam: I'm not the one who has a book written about them!
Marella: How do you know I'm in the book?!
Tam: YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU KEPT READING!
The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back—clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.
Fitz's eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever.
Grady: *frowns unapprovingly* Interesting.
Fitz: I do indeed have beautiful aquamarine eyes.
Keefe: Shut up.
Fitz: Rude :[
Keefe: *smiles and tries not to strangle Fitz*
Maybe if she hadn't noticed him that day in the museum, none of this would have happened.
No. She knew it'd been too late even then. The white fires were already burning—curving toward her city and filling the sky with sticky, sweet smoke.
The spark before the blaze.
Ro: That's it? That's the entire first chapter?
Sophie: Preface, yeah. They're normally that short.
Fitz: Huh.
Edaline: Well, anyway, that was interesting...
Sophie: I hope Chapter 1 will be better... this is so odd.
Me: It will be, trust me!!
Tam: WHO ARE YOU!?!?!?!
Me: The one showing you this stuff!!
Everyone: *blinking in confusion*
Biana: Sophie, what the hell is going on.
Sophie: Why would I know?
Linh: Because you are very pointedly looking EVERYWHERE but the book.
Tam: I think I'd be embarrassed too if I thought about Fitz's eyes for an entire paragraph.
Sophie: *ineligiblenoises*
Chapter 2: Chapter 1
Chapter Text
MISS FOSTER!" MR. SWEENEY'S NASAL voice cut through Sophie's blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords. "Have you decided that you're too smart to pay attention to this information?"
Sophie forced her eyes open. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding.
"No, Mr. Sweeney," she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates.
Grady: I officially hate this Mr. Sweeney person
Keefe: Permission to teleport to the Forbidden Cities to punch this guy in the face?
Grady: *thinking in the corner about what Keefe said*
She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. This was exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. It was the only way to survive as a twelve-year-old high school senior.
"Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?" Mr. Sweeney held up her earbuds like they were evidence in a crime. Though to him, they probably were. He'd dragged Sophie's class to the Natural History Museum in Balboa Park, assuming his students would be excited about the all-day field trip. He didn't seem to realize that unless the giant dinosaur replicas came to life and started eating people, no one cared.
Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash—a nervous habit—and stared at her feet. There was no way to make Mr. Sweeney understand why she needed the music to cancel the noise. He couldn't even hear the noise.
Chatter from dozens of tourists echoed off the fossil-lined walls and splashed around the cavernous room. But their mental voices were the real problem.
Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie's brain—like being in a room with hundreds of TVs blaring different shows at the same time. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake.
She was a freak.
Fitz: YOU ARE NOT A FREAK, SOPHIE!
Sophie: *blushes*
Dex: Y'all-
Me: HELLO CINNAMON ROLL
It'd been her secret—her burden—since she fell and hit her head when she was five years old. She'd tried blocking the noise. Tried ignoring it. Nothing helped. And she could never tell anyone. They wouldn't understand.
"Since you've decided you're above this lecture, why don't you give it?" Mr. Sweeney asked. He pointed to the enormous orange dinosaur with a duckbill in the center of the room. "Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we've studied."
Sophie repressed a sigh as her mind flashed to an image of the information card in front of the display. She'd glanced at it when they entered the museum, and her photographic memory recorded every detail. As she recited the facts, Mr. Sweeney's face twisted into a scowl, and she could hear her classmates' thoughts grow increasingly sour. They weren't exactly fans of their resident child prodigy. They called her Curvebuster.
Edaline: I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound right. Were they nice to you, Sophie?
Sophie: No
Everyone: *getting their weapons ready*
She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like "know-it-all" as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn't follow. The thin walls separating the two rooms didn't block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could.
"Nice job, superfreak," Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said BACK OFF! I'M GONNA FART—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. "Maybe they'll write another article about you. 'Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.'"
Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholarship. His rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before.
Not that Sophie was allowed to go.
Her parents said it was too much attention, too much pressure, and she was too young. End of discussion.
So she'd be attending the much closer, much smaller San Diego City College next year—a fact some annoying reporter found newsworthy enough to post in the local paper the day before—CHILD PRODIGY CHOOSES CITY COLLEGE OVER IVY LEAGUE—complete with her senior photo. Her parents freaked when they found it. "Freaked" wasn't even a strong enough word. More than half their rules were to help Sophie "avoid unnecessary attention." Front-page articles were pretty much their worst nightmare. They'd even called the newspaper to complain.
The editor seemed as unhappy as they were. The story was run in place of an article on the arsonist terrorizing the city—and they were still trying to figure out how the mistake had happened. Bizarre fires with white-hot flames and smoke that smelled like burnt sugar took priority over everything. Especially a story about an unimportant little girl most people went out of their way to ignore.
Keefe: Wait... white fires?
Linh: As in Everblaze?
Dex: Yes people. As in Everblaze.
Or, they used to.
Across the museum, Sophie caught sight of a tall, dark-haired boy reading yesterday's newspaper with the embarrassing black-and-white photo of her on the front. Then he looked up and stared straight at her.
She'd never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before—teal, like the smooth pieces of sea glass she'd found on the beach—and they were so bright they glittered. Something flickered across his expression when he caught her gaze. Disappointment?
Marella: *snort*
Stina: I'm going to leave now...
Fitz: I HAVE BEAUTIFUL EYES AND YOU KNOW IT
Before she could decide what to make of it, he shrugged off the display he'd been leaning against and closed the distance between them.
The smile he flashed belonged on a movie screen, and Sophie's heart did a weird fluttery thing.
Keefe: FITZ
Fitz: Whattttt? She likes me a lot better!
"Is this you?" he asked, pointing to the picture.
Sophie nodded, feeling tongue-tied. He was probably fifteen, and by far the cutest boy she'd ever seen. So why was he talking to her?
"I thought so." He squinted at the picture, then back at her. "I didn't realize your eyes were brown."
"Uh . . . yeah," she said, not sure what to say. "Why?"
He shrugged. "No reason."
Something felt off about the conversation, but she couldn't figure out what it was. And she couldn't place his accent. Kind of British, but different somehow. Crisper? Which bothered her—but she didn't know why.
"Are you in this class?" she asked, wishing she could suck the words back as soon as they left her mouth. Of course he wasn't in her class. She'd never seen him before. She wasn't used to talking to boys—especially cute boys—and it made her brain a little mushy.
Keefe: SOPHIE WHY THE HECK DID YOU CALL HIM A CUTE BOY. I'M CUTE TOO!!
Fitz: Face it, Keefe. I'm a whole lot cuter.
His perfect smile returned as he told her, "No." Then he pointed to the hulking greenish figure they were standing in front of. An Albertosaurus, in all its giant, lizardesque glory. "Tell me something. Do you really think that's what they looked like? It's a little absurd, isn't it?"
"Not really," Sophie said, trying to see what he saw. It looked like a small T. rex: big mouth, sharp teeth, ridiculously short arms. Seemed fine to her. "Why? What do you think they looked like?"
He laughed. "Never mind. I'll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you, Sophie."
He turned to leave just as two classes of kindergartners barreled into the fossil exhibit. The crushing wave of screaming voices was enough to knock Sophie back a step. But their mental voices were a whole other realm of pain.
Kids' thoughts were stinging, high-pitched needles—and so many at once was like an angry porcupine attacking her brain. Sophie closed her eyes as her hands darted to her head, rubbing her temples to ease the stabbings in her skull. Then she remembered she wasn't alone.
She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her reaction and locked eyes with the boy. His hands were at his forehead, and his face wore the same pained expression she imagined she'd had only a few seconds before.
"Did you just . . . hear that?" he asked, his voice hushed.
She felt the blood drain from her face.
He couldn't mean . . .
It had to be the screaming kids. They created plenty of racket on their own. Shrieks and squeals and giggles, plus sixty or so individual voices chattering away.
Voices.
She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem.
She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn't hear the boy's distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking.
His mind was totally and completely silent.
She didn't know that was possible.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
His eyes widened. "You did—didn't you?" He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. "Are you a Telepath?"
She flinched. The word made her skin itch.
And her reaction gave her away.
"You are! I can't believe it," he whispered.
Fitz: I don't remember it going like this...
Sophie: I mean...
Me: While I write this some guy in my class is doing a "Favorite Book Series" about KOTLC. It was hilarious... I was reading the telepath thing, and he said "it's about some girl who is a telepath" and I was dying in my seat.
Tam: Are we really that famous?!
Linh: WE'RE FAMOUS!!!
Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn't about to reveal her secret to a total stranger.
"It's okay," he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm one too."
Sophie froze.
"My name's Fitz," he added, stepping closer still.
Fitz? What kind of a name was Fitz?
Keefe: Hehehe
Fitz: My name is elfy. How was she supposed to know?
Sophie: I...
She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke.
"I'm not joking," he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Maybe he did.
She wobbled on her feet.
She'd spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her—someone who could do what she could. Now that she'd found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways.
He grabbed her arms to steady her. "It's okay, Sophie. I'm here to help you. We've been looking for you for twelve years."
Twelve years? And what did he mean by "we"?
Better question: What did he want with her?
Grady and Keefe: BUSTED
Fitz: I probably should have explained better...
Edaline: Yes you should have.
Dex:🤦
The walls closed in and the room started to spin.
Air.
She needed air.
She jerked away and bolted through the door, stumbling as her shaky legs found their rhythm.
She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible.
Edaline: ARE YOU OKAY?!
Sophie: Yeah, I was fine.
Grady: Good, or I would have killed Fitz in two seconds
"Sophie, come back!" Fitz shouted behind her.
She picked up her pace as she raced through the courtyard at the base of the steps, past the wide fountain and over the grassy knolls to the sidewalk. No one got in her way—everyone was inside because of the poor air quality. But she could still hear his footsteps gaining on her.
"Wait," Fitz called. "You don't have to be afraid."
She ignored him, pouring all her energy into her sprint and fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder to see how far back he was. She made it halfway through a crosswalk before the sound of screeching tires reminded her she hadn't looked both ways.
Her head turned and she locked eyes with a terrified driver struggling to stop his car before it plowed right over her.
She was going to die.
Keefe: Keep reading?
Me: No, that's the end of the chapter.
Fitz, Grady, Edaline, Dex, Tam, Linh: WHAT?!?!
Marella: Have some common sense. She doesn't die. She can't. She's still here with us, like literally standing here. Y'all-
Everyone: *thinks about what Marella said*
Keefe: I DON'T CARE, NEXT CHAPTER NOW.
Me: Comin' right up...
Chapter 3: Chapter 2
Chapter Text
THE NEXT SECOND WAS A BLUR.
The car swerved right—missing Sophie by inches—then jumped the curb and sideswiped a streetlight. The heavy steel lantern cracked from its base and plummeted toward Sophie.
No!
It was her only thought as her instincts took over.
Her hand shot into the air, her mind pulling strength from somewhere deep in her gut and pushing it out through her fingertips. She felt the force collide with the falling lantern, gripping on like it was an extension of her arm.
As the dust settled she looked up, and gasped.
The bright blue lantern floated above her, somehow held up by her mind. It didn't even feel heavy, though she was sure it weighed a ton.
Grady: THAT'S MY GIRL!!
Keefe: You did WHAT?!?!
Biana: Not bad, not bad at all, Sophie.
"Put it down," a familiar, accented voice warned, bringing her out of her trance.
She shrieked and dropped her arm without thinking. The streetlight hurtled toward them.
Keefe: Shedidput it down like you said, Fitz
Fitz: *grumbling*
"Watch out!" Fitz shouted, yanking her out of the way a split second before the lantern crashed to the ground. The force of the impact knocked them over, and they tumbled to the sidewalk. Fitz's body broke her fall as she landed across his chest.
Time seemed to stop.
She stared into his eyes—eyes that were now stretched as wide as they could go—trying to sort through the flurry of thoughts and questions swirling around in her head to find something coherent.
Dex: I-
Linh: OOOOOO
"How did you do that?"he whispered.
"I have no idea." She sat up, replaying the past few seconds in her mind. Nothing made sense.
"We need to get out of here," Fitz warned, pointing to the driver, who was staring at them like he'd witnessed a miracle.
"He saw," she gasped, feeling her chest tighten with panic.
Fitz pulled her to her feet as he got up. "Come on, let's get out of sight."
She was too overwhelmed to figure out a plan on her own, so she didn't resist when he dragged her down the street.
"Which way?" he asked when they reached the first intersection.
She didn't want to be alone with him, so she pointed north, toward the San Diego Zoo, where there was sure to be a crowd—even during a firestorm.
Keefe: She didn't want to be alone with you, Fitz
Fitz: SO?!?!
Sophie: Guys-
They took off running, though no one was following, and for the first time in her life, Sophie missed hearing thoughts. She had no idea what Fitz wanted—and it changed everything. Her mind ran through terrifying scenarios, most of which involved government agents throwing her into dark vans to run experiments on her. She watched the road, ready to bolt at the first sign of anything suspicious.
They reached the zoo's massive parking lot, and Sophie relaxed when she saw people outside, milling around their cars. Nothing would happen with so many witnesses. She slowed her pace to a walk.
"What do you want?" she asked when she caught her breath.
"I'm here to help you, I promise."
His voice sounded sincere. Didn't make it easier to believe him, though.
"Why were you looking for me?" She tugged out a loose eyelash, more than a little afraid of the answer.
He opened his mouth, then hesitated. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you."
"How am I supposed to trust you if you won't answer my questions?"
He considered that for a second. "Okay, fine—but I don't know much. My father sent me to find you. We've been looking for a specific girl your age, and I was supposed to observe and report back to him, like always. I wasn't supposed to talk to you." He frowned, like he was disappointed with himself. "I just couldn't figure you out. You don't make sense."
"What does that mean?"
Edaline: That was rude
Grady: YES IT WAS
Keefe: RUDEEEE
Me: Uh... guys.
Everyone: WHAT!?!
Me: Marella set Tam on fire again
Linh: Comin!
Chapter 4: Chapter 3
Chapter Text
SO . . . WHAT?" SOPHIE MANAGED TO SAY when she finally found her voice. "You're saying I'm . . . an alien?"
Everyone: AN ALIEN?!?!
Keefe: To be honest, Sophiedoeskinda seem alien-ish
Grady: *glares at Keefe*
Biana: OOOOOOkay....
She held her breath.
Fitz erupted into laughter.
Her cheeks grew hot, but she was also relieved. She didn't want to be an alien.
Marella: *clap clap clap*
Linh: Why not? Aliens are cool!
Tam: ...
"No," he said when he'd managed to compose himself. "I'm saying you're an elf."
An elf.
The word hung in the air between them—a foreign object that didn't belong.
Edaline: Wait this is the part where you tell Sophie's she's an elf?
Fitz: Yeah...
Dex: We should've given the job to someone else.
Fitz: ...Yeah
"An elf," she repeated. Visions of little people in tights with pointy ears danced through her brain, and she couldn't help giggling.
Grady: I'M SORRY WHAT?!?!
Keefe: T-tiny people in tights?!?! Sophie!! Are you okay?!?!
Sophie: I didn't know back then about THIS!!!!
"You don't believe me."
"Did you really expect me to?"
"I guess not." He ran his hands through his hair, making it stick out in wavy spikes—kind of like a rock star.
Could someone that good looking be crazy?
Dex: Oooookayyyy
Keefe: I AM BETTER THAN HIM IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY
Fitz: Let Sophie decide, who is the best between us?
Sophie: Uh...
Me: *interrupts* KEEP READING ALREADY!
"I'm telling you the truth, Sophie. I don't know what else to say."
"Okay," she agreed. If he refused to be serious, so would she. "Fine. I'm an elf. Am I supposed to help Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle-earth? Or do I have to make toys in the North Pole?"
Keefe: OH MY ELF, WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Marella & Biana: *dying in the corner laughing*
Grady: *thoroughly shaken*
He let out a sigh—but a smile hid in the corners of his mouth. "Would it help if I showed you?"
"Oh, sure—this ought to be good."
She folded her arms as he pulled out a slender silver wand with intricate carvings etched into the sides. At the tip, a small, round crystal sparkled in the sunlight.
"Is that your magic wand?" she couldn't resist asking.
Keefe: That. Is. It.
Sophie: How could I help it?!?!
Me: To be honest, it's really funny.
Dex: *shaking his head*
He rolled his eyes. "Actually, it's a pathfinder." He spun the crystal and locked it into place with the silver latch at the top. "Now, this can be dangerous. Do you promise you'll do exactly what I tell you to do?"
Her smile faded. "That depends. What do I have to do?"
"You need to take my hand and concentrate on holding on. And by concentrate, I mean you can't think about anything else—no matter what happens. Can you do that?"
"Why?"
"Do you want proof or not?"
She wanted to say no—he couldn't actually prove anything. What was he going to do, whisk her away to some magic elf land?
But she was curious. . . .
And, really, what harm could come from holding someone's hand?
She willed her palms not to sweat as their fingers laced together. Her heart did that stupid fluttery thing again, and her hand tingled everywhere their skin touched.
Keefe: *glaring at Sophie*
Grady: Someone has a crush on...
Edaline: *kicks Grady*
Sophie: T-this is private stuff, alright?
Me: Now it's not.
He glanced over his shoulder, scanning the parking lot again. "Okay, we're alone. We go on three. You ready?"
"What happens on three?"
He shot her a warning look, and she scowled at him. But she bit her tongue and concentrated on holding his hand, ignoring her racing heart. Seriously—when did she become one of those silly girls?
Edaline: Oh, you were never a silly girl, Sophie.
Ro & Tam: Yeah she is.
"One," he counted, raising the wand. Sunlight hit a facet in the crystal and a bright beam refracted toward the ground.
"Two." He tightened his grip. Sophie closed her eyes.
"Three."
Fitz pulled her forward, and the warm tingling in her hand shot through her body—like a million feathers swelling underneath her skin, tickling her from the inside out. She fought off a giggle and concentrated on Fitz—but where was he? She knew she was clinging to him, but it felt like her body had melted into goo, and the only thing keeping her from oozing away was a blanket of warmth wrapped around her. Then, faster than the blink of an eye, the warmth faded, and she opened her eyes.
Her mouth fell open as she tried to take it all in. She might have even squeaked.
She stood at the edge of a glassy river lined with impossibly tall trees, fanning out their wide emerald leaves among the puffy white clouds. Across the river, a row of crystal castles glittered in the sunlight in a way that would make Walt Disney want to throw rocks at his "Magic Kingdom." To her right, a golden path led into a sprawling city, where the elaborate domed buildings seemed to be built from brick-size jewels—each structure a different color. Snowcapped mountains surrounded the lush valley, and the crisp, cool air smelled like cinnamon and chocolate and sunshine.
Places this beautiful weren't supposed to exist, much less appear out of thin air.
"You can let go of my hand now."
Everyone: *DYING*
Biana: Sophie- we're three chapters in, and we now know...
Sophie: Stop, stop, stop right there.
Sophie jumped. She'd forgotten about Fitz.
Her hand released his, and as the blood tingled in her fingertips, she realized how hard she'd been squeezing. She looked around, unable to make sense of anything she saw. The castle towers twisted like spun sugar, and something seemed oddly familiar about them, but she couldn't figure out what it was. "Where are we?"
"Our capital. We call it Eternalia, but you might have heard it called Shangri-la before."
"Shangri-la," she repeated, shaking her head. "Shangri-la is real?"
"All of the Lost Cities are real—but not how you'd picture them, I'm sure. Human stories rarely get anything right—think of all the ridiculous things you've heard about elves."
She had to laugh at that—and the sharp burst of sound echoed off the trees. It was so quiet there, just the gentle breeze brushing her face and the soft murmur of the river. No traffic, no chatter, no hammering, unspoken thoughts. She could get very used to the silence. But it felt strange, too. Like something was missing.
"Where is everyone?" she asked, rising on her tiptoes to get a better view of the city. The streets were a ghost town.
Fitz pointed to a domed building that towered over all the others. The green stones of its walls looked like giant emeralds, but for some reason the building sparkled less than all the others. It looked like a serious place, for serious things. "See the blue banner flying? That means a tribunal is in progress. Everyone's watching the proceedings."
"A tribunal?"
"When the Council—basically our royalty—holds a hearing to decide if someone's broken a law. They're kind of a big deal when they happen."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Laws are rarely broken."
Well, that was different. Humans broke the law all the time.
She shook her head. Was she really thinking of humans as something other?
Grady: BECAUSE THEY ARE OTHER
Keefe: For once, Sophie, I agree with Grady
Fitz: Hey, she didn't know that back then!
Keefe: Well, maybe if someone else had explained this all to her she would have!!
Sophie: Calm down guys...
But how else could she explain where she was?
She tried to wrap her mind around the idea, tried to force it to make sense. "So," she said, cringing over her ridiculous next question. "This is . . . magic?"
Tam: MAGIC!!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
Everyone: *looks at him weirdly*
Tam: Oh, uh, right. It isn'tthatfunny.
Fitz laughed—a full body laugh, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
She glared at him. It couldn't be that funny.
"No," he said when he'd regained control. "Magic is a stupid idea humans came up with to try to explain things they couldn't understand."
"Okay," she said, trying to cling to the remaining strands of her sanity. "Then how can we be here, when five minutes ago we were in San Diego?"
He held the pathfinder up to the sun, casting a ray of light onto his hand. "Light leaping. We hitched a ride on a beam of light that was headed straight here."
"That's impossible."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. You need infinite energy for light travel. Haven't you heard of the theory of relativity?"
She thought she had him stumped with that one, but he just laughed again. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Who came up with that?"
"Uh, Albert Einstein."
Dex: Albert Einstein? Never heard of him, but he was wrong.
"Huh. Never heard of him. But he was wrong."
He'd never heard of Albert Einstein? The theory of relativity was dumb?
She wasn't sure how to argue. He seemed so ridiculously confident—it was unnerving.
"Concentrate harder this time," he said as he grabbed her hand again.
Everyone: *leaning in to see what happens*
Sophie: Please, please let's stop reading...
She closed her eyes and waited for the warm feather sensation. But this time it was like someone turned on a hair dryer and sent the feathers scattering in a million directions—until another force wrapped around her and pulled everything back together like a giant rubber band. A second later she was shivering from a cold ocean breeze whipping her hair around her face.
Fitz pointed to the massive castle in front of them, which glowed like the stones were carved from moonlight. "How do you think we got here?"
Words failed her. It really had felt like the light passed through her, pulling her along with it. But she couldn't bring herself to say it, because if that was true, every science book she'd read was wrong.
"You look confused," he observed.
"Well, it's like you're saying, 'Hey, Sophie, take everything you've ever learned about anything and throw it away.'"
"Actually, that is what I'm saying." He flashed a smug grin. "Humans do the best they can—but their minds can't begin to comprehend the complexities of reality."
"And what, elves' minds are better?"
Keefe: Yeah
Biana: Yeah
Marella: Yeah, duh
Grady & Edaline: Yup
Dex: ...yes?
Linh & Tam: Yeah
"Of course. Why do you think you're so far ahead of your class? The slowest elf can still trump a human—even one with no proper education."
Her shoulders sagged as Fitz's words sank in.
If he was right, she was just some stupid girl who knew nothing about anything.
No—not a girl.
An elf.
Ro: Shoot, that was in interesting ending
Fitz: See, it wasn't so bad after all!!
Sophie: It was.
Grady: SEE FITZ!!! IT WAS!!!!
Keefe: Thank you for taking my side, Grady.
Grady: I'm not- wha-
Keefe: Oh, yeah, you're welcome
Me: Oooookayyyyy. This was a longgg chapter- lol. Took me ages to finish. It's apparently 5.5 pages already. Anyway, we better leave. Bye everyone!
Everyone except Keefe: BYE!!!! *leaves*
Keefe: I'm watching you...
Chapter 5: Chapter 4
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Me: Hey guys!
Everyone: LET'S START
THE SCENERY BLURRED—BUT WHETHER IT was from tears or panic Sophie couldn't be sure.
Everything she knew was wrong. Her entire life was a lie.
Grady: *angry mode* FITZ!!!!
Fitz: *shrinks back in the corner* I didn't mean to make her feel like that!
Fitz nudged her arm. "Hey. It's not your fault. You believed what they taught you—I'm sure I'd have done the same thing. But it's time you knew the truth. This is how the world really works. It's not magic. It's just how it is."
The castle bells chimed, and Fitz yanked her behind a large rock as a gateway opened. Two elves with floor-length velvet capes draped over their black tunics emerged, followed by dozens of bizarre creatures marching in military formation down the rocky path. They were at least seven feet tall and wore only black pants, leaving their thick muscles prominently on display. With their flat noses and coarse gray skin, which fell in pleated folds, they looked part alien, part armadillo.
"Goblins," Fitz whispered. "Probably the most dangerous creatures you'll ever meet, which is why it's a good thing they signed the treaty."
Bianca: We should have put someone else in the welcoming group
Fitz: GUYS WHY-
Marella: I agree.
"Then why are we hiding?" she whispered, hating her voice for trembling.
"We're dressed like humans. Humans are forbidden in the Lost Cities—especially here, in Lumenaria. Lumenaria is where all the other worlds come together. Gnomes, dwarves, ogres, goblins, trolls."
She was too overwhelmed to even think about the other creatures he was mentioning, so she focused on the better question. "Why are humans forbidden?"
He motioned for her to follow him to a rock farther away, squatting behind it. "They betrayed us. The Ancient Councillors offered them the same treaty they made with all the intelligent creatures, and they agreed. Then they decided they wanted to rule the world—like it even works that way—and started planning a war. The Ancients didn't want violence, so they disappeared, forbid any contact with humans, and left them to their own devices. You can see how well that's working out for them."
Sophie opened her mouth to defend her race, but she could see Fitz's point. War, crime, famine—humans had a lot of problems.
Fitz: I did a better job there, right?
Keefe: I could have done better
Fitz: No-
Everyone but Grady: Yes
Plus, if everything he was saying was true, they weren't her race. The realization chilled her much more than the frigid wind licking her cheeks.
"The stories told by the humans who'd known us must've sounded impossible after we disappeared, and eventually they evolved into the crazy myths you've heard. But this is the truth, Sophie." Fitz pointed around them. "This is who you are. This is where you belong."
Where you belong.
She'd waited her whole life to hear those three simple words. "I'm really an elf?" she whispered.
"Yes."
Sophie peeked through the rocks at the glowing castle—a place that wasn't supposed to exist but was somehow right in front of her. Everything he was telling her was insane. But she knew it was true—she could feel it. Like a crucial piece of her identity had clicked into place.
"Okay," she decided, her head spinning in a thousand directions. "I believe you."
A loud clang sounded as another gate closed. Fitz stepped out of the shadows and pulled out a different wand—no, pathfinder—sleek and black with a cobalt blue crystal. "Ready to go home?"
Home.
The word jolted her back to reality. Mr. Sweeney would call her mom when she didn't get on the bus. She needed to get home before her mom freaked.
Her heart sank a little.
Edaline: Wait... she's going home?
Biana: Well she's here now so...
Sophie: Why did this have to exist...
Reality seemed so bland and boring after everything she'd seen. Still, she took his hand and stole one last look at the incredible view before the blinding light swept it away.
THE SMOKY ASH STUNG HER lungs after the crisp, fresh air of Lumenaria. Sophie looked around, surprised she recognized the plain square houses on the narrow, tree-lined street. They were a block away from her house. She decided not to ask how he knew where she lived.
Fitz coughed and glared at the sky. "You'd think humans could handle putting out a few fires before the smoke pollutes the whole planet."
"They're working on it," she said, feeling a strange need to defend her home. "Plus, these aren't normal fires. The arsonist used some sort of chemical when he started them, so they're burning white hot, and the smoke smells sweet."
Usually, wildfires made the city smell like barbecue. This time it was more like melting cotton candy—which was actually kind of nice, if it didn't burn her eyes and rain ash.
"Arsonists." Fitz shook his head. "Why would anyone want to watch the world burn?"
"I don't know," she admitted. She'd asked herself the same question, and she wasn't sure there was an answer.
Fitz pulled the silver pathfinder out of his pocket.
"Are you leaving?" she asked, hoping he didn't notice the way her voice hitched.
"I have to find out what my dad wants to do now—if he even knows. Neither of us thought you were going to be the girl."
The girl. Like she was someone important.
If she could hear his thoughts, she'd know what he meant. But his mind was still a silent mystery. And she still had no idea why.
"He's not going to be happy I took you to our cities," he added, "even though I was careful no one saw us. So please don't tell anyone about anything I've shown you today."
"I won't. I promise." She held his gaze so he'd know she meant it.
He released the breath he'd been holding. "Thank you. And make sure you act normal so your family doesn't suspect anything."
She nodded—but she had to ask one question before he left. "Fitz?" She squared her shoulders for courage. "Why can't I hear your thoughts?"
The question knocked him back a step. "I still can't believe you're a Telepath."
Keefe: Ha
Linh: wait so Sophie can't read Fitz's mind... right?
"Aren't all elves Telepaths?"
"No. It's a special ability. One of the rarer ones. And you're only twelve, right?"
"I'll be thirteen in six months," she corrected, not liking the way he'd said "only."
"That's really young. They said I was the youngest to manifest, and I didn't start reading minds until I was thirteen."
She frowned. "But . . . I've been hearing thoughts since I was five."
"Five?" He said it so loud it reverberated off the houses, and they both scanned the street to make sure no one was around.
"You're sure?" he whispered.
"Positive."
Waking up in the hospital after she hit her head wasn't the kind of moment she could forget. She was hooked up to all kinds of crazy machines, with her parents hovering over her, shouting things she could barely separate from the voices filling her mind. All she could do was cry and hold her head and try to explain what was happening to a group of adults who didn't understand—who would never understand. No one could make the noise go away, and the voices had haunted her ever since.
Grady: ...
Edaline: ...
Keefe: ...
Biana: Sophie?
"Is that wrong?" she asked, not liking the worry etched between his brows.
"I have no idea." His eyes narrowed, like he was trying to see inside her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you blocking me?" he asked, ignoring her question.
"I don't even know what that is." She stepped away, wishing the extra space could stop him from reading her private thoughts.
"It's a way to keep Telepaths out. Kind of like putting a wall around your mind."
"Is that why I can't hear you?"
"Maybe. Can you tell me what I'm thinking right now?"
"I told you, I don't hear your thoughts the way I do with other people."
"That's because humans have weak minds—but that's not what I meant. If you listen, can you hear me?"
"I . . . don't know. I've never tried to read a mind before."
"You just have to trust your instincts. Concentrate. You'll know what to do. Try."
She hated being bossed around—especially since he wasn't answering her questions. Then again, what he wanted her to do might be the only way to find out why he looked so concerned. She just had to figure out what he meant by "listen."
She didn't have to tell her ears to hear—they just did. But listening took action. She had to concentrate. Maybe mind reading worked the same way—like an extra sense.
She focused on his forehead, imagining that she was stretching out her consciousness like a mental shadow, feeling for his thoughts. After a second Fitz's voice swept through her head. It wasn't sharp or loud like human thoughts, more of a soft whisper brushing across her brain.
"You've never felt a mind as quiet as mine?" she blurted.
"You heard me?" He looked pale.
"Was I not supposed to?"
"No one else can."
Keefe: BuRnEd
Fitz: I really need to you stop with the negative comments, I was trying my best
Sophie: Just stop arguing, *extremely embarrassed*
She needed a few seconds to process that. "And you can't read my mind?"
He shook his head. "Not even when I try my hardest."
A whole new world of worries pressed down on her shoulders. She didn't want to be different from the other elves. "Why?"
"I have no idea. But when you pair it with your eyes, and where you live—" He stopped, like he was afraid he'd said too much, then fumbled with the crystal on his pathfinder. "I need to ask my dad."
"Wait—you can't leave now." Not when she had more questions than answers.
"I have to. I've already been gone too long—and you need to get home."
She knew he was right. She didn't want to get in trouble. But her knees still shook as he held the crystal to the sunlight. He was her only link to the amazing world she'd seen—the only proof that she hadn't imagined the whole thing.
"Will I ever see you again?" she whispered.
"Of course. I'll be back tomorrow."
"How will I find you?"
He flashed a small smile. "Don't worry. I'll find you."
Tam: Stalker
Keefe: I could agree
Fitz: IM NOT A STALKER, PLUS SHE WANTED TO SEE ME AGAIN SO-
Keefe: SHE HASNT MET ME YET
Sophie: JUST SHUT UP-
Edaline: okay, okay, calm down... we need to read the next chapter.
Me: Yeahhhh-
Notes:
next update will be on the 10th!
Chapter 6: Chapter 5
Chapter Text
THERE YOU ARE!" HER MOM SHOUTED. HER panicked thoughts battered their way into Sophie's brain as she entered their cluttered living room and found her mom still on the phone. "Yes, she's home now," she said into the receiver. "Don't worry, I will be having a very long talk with her."
Edaline: So this is your mother...?
Grady: WE'RE BETTER THAN THEM
Sophie: *sighs*
Sophie's heart jolted.
Her mom hung up the phone and reeled around. Her wide green eyes glared daggers. "That was Mr. Sweeney calling because he couldn't find you at the museum. What were you thinking, wandering off like that—especially now, with the fires making everyone nervous? Do you have any idea how worried I was? And Mr. Sweeney was about to call the police!"
"I'm—I'm sorry," Sophie stammered, struggling to find a convincing lie. She was a horrible liar. "I . . . got scared."
Her mom's anger faded to concern, and she tugged nervously at her curly brown hair. "Scared of what? Did something happen?"
"I saw this guy," Sophie said, realizing the best lies were based on truth. "He had the article about me. He started asking all these questions and it was freaking me out so I ran away from him. And then I was scared to go back, so I walked to the trolley and took the train home."
"Why didn't you get a teacher or a museum guard—or call the police?"
"I guess I didn't think of that. I just wanted to get away." She tugged out an eyelash.
Keefe: As cute as ever
Fitz: Shut up
Sophie: *super embarrassed and in the corner*
Me: *cough cough* Love triangle??
"Ugh—stop doing that," her mom complained, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She took a deep breath. "Well, I guess the important thing is that you're okay. But if anything like that ever happens again, I want you to run straight to an adult, do you understand?"
Sophie nodded.
"Good." She rubbed the wrinkle between her brows that always appeared when she was stressed. "This is exactly why your father and I were upset about that article. It's not safe to stand out in this world—you never know what some weirdo is going to try to do once they know where they can find you."
No one understood the dangers of standing out better than Sophie. She'd been teased and tormented and bullied her whole life. "I'm fine, Mom. Okay?"
Edaline: *hugs Sophie* Oh dear, I'm so sorry
Her mom seemed to deflate as she let out a heavy sigh. "I know, I just wish . . ."
Her voice trailed off and Sophie closed her eyes, hoping she could close out the rest of the thought.
You could be normal, like your sister.
The words slipped a tiny pin into Sophie's heart. It was the hardest part of being a Telepath—hearing what her parents really thought.
Fitz: oh my...
Linh: That sounds so terrible, as a human :(
She knew her mom didn't mean it. But that didn't make it any less painful to hear.
Her mom wrapped her in a tight hug. "Just be careful, Sophie. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."
"I know, Mom. I'll try."
Her dad came through the front door and her mom let her go.
"Welcome home, honey! I'll have dinner ready in ten," she called to him. "And, Amy!" she added, raising her voice so it would be heard upstairs. "Time to come down!"
Sophie followed her mom into the kitchen, feeling unease twist in her stomach. Worn linoleum, pastel walls, tacky knickknacks—it all seemed so ordinary after the glittering cities Fitz had shown her. Could she really belong there?
Keefe: So when does she get to meet me??
Tam: It's really not all about you
Marella: Both of you, shut up
Did she really belong here?
Sophie's dad kissed her on the cheek as he set his shabby briefcase on the kitchen table. "And how's my Soybean?" he asked with a wink.
Sophie scowled. He'd been calling her that since she was a baby—apparently, she'd had a hard time pronouncing her name—and she'd asked him hundreds, no, thousands of times to stop. He refused to listen.
Her mom took the lid off one of the simmering pots, and the smell of garlic and cream filled the room. She handed Sophie the silverware. "It's your turn to set the table."
"Yeah, Soybean. Get crackin'," her sister said as she scooted into the room and plopped into her usual chair.
Keefe: *cackling*soybean
Sophie: Keeeefeeeeee
Linh: hehe
At nine years old, Amy already had the annoying little sister role mastered.
Amy was Sophie's opposite in every way, from her curly brown hair and green eyes to her lower than average grades and incredible popularity. No one understood how she and Sophie could be sisters—especially Sophie. Even their parents wondered about it in their thoughts.
The silverware slipped through Sophie's fingers.
"What's wrong?" her mom asked.
"Nothing." She sank into her chair.
How could she and Amy be sisters? Amy was definitely human. Her parents were too—she'd heard enough of their thoughts to know they weren't hiding any secret powers. And if she was an elf . . .
The room spun and she lowered her head into her hands. She tried to concentrate on breathing: Inhale—exhale—and repeat.
"You okay, Soybean?" her dad asked.
For once she didn't care about the nickname. "I feel kind of dizzy—must be from the smoke," she added, trying not to make them suspicious. "Can I go lay down?"
"I think you should eat something first," her mom said, and Sophie knew she couldn't argue. Skipping dinner was definitely not acting normal—especially on fettuccine night. It was her favorite, but the rich sauce did not help her sudden nausea. Neither did the way her family stared at her.
Sophie ignored their mental concern, trying not to tug on her eyelashes as she chewed each bite and forced herself to swallow. Finally, her dad set his fork down—the official end of dinner in the Foster house—and Sophie jumped to her feet.
Fitz: Sounds like a monarchy. A terrible place.
Sophie: It's just... customs-
Grady: *taking notes*
"Thanks, Mom, that was great. I'm going to do some homework." She left the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs before they could say anything to stop her.
She raced to her room and closed her door, stumbling to her bed. A loud hiss shattered the silence. "Sorry, Marty," she whispered, her heart pounding in her ears.
Her fluffy gray cat glared at her for sitting on his tail. But she reached out her hand and he slunk toward her, settling into her lap. Marty's gentle purring filled the silence and gave her courage to confront the realization she'd made downstairs.
Her family couldn't be her family.
She took a deep breath and let the reality settle in.
The strange thing was, in some ways it made sense. It explained why she always felt so out of place around them—the slender blonde among her chubby brunette family.
Still, they were the only family she knew.
And if they weren't her family . . . who was?
Panic closed off her chest and her lungs screamed for air. But another pain throbbed deeper, like something inside had ripped apart.
Her eyes burned with tears, but she blinked them back. It had to be a mistake. How could she not be related to her family? She'd been hearing their thoughts for seven years—how would she not know that? And even if it was somehow possible, not being related to them didn't change anything, did it? Lots of kids were adopted, and they were part of their new family.
Her mom poked her head through the door. "I brought you some E.L. Fudges." She handed Sophie a plate full of her favorite cookies and a glass of milk, then frowned. "You look pale, Sophie. Are you getting sick?" She pressed her palm against Sophie's forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"I'm fine. Just . . . tired." She reached for a cookie but froze when she noticed its tiny elf face. "I need to go to bed."
Her mom left her alone so she could change. She stumbled through her routine and crawled under the blankets, wrapping them as tight as they would go. Marty took his place on her pillow, next to her head.
"Sweet dreams, Soybean," her dad said, kissing her on the forehead. Her parents always tucked her in—another Foster family tradition.
"Night, Dad." She tried to smile, but she could barely breathe.
Her mom kissed Sophie's cheek. "Do you have Ella?"
"Yep." She showed her the blue elephant tucked under her arm. She was probably too old to still have a stuffed animal, but she couldn't sleep without Ella. Tonight she needed her more than ever.
Keefe: ELLA!!
Dex: *appears* Hey wait what did I miss?
Her mom turned off the light, and the darkness gave Sophie the courage she needed. "Um, can I ask you guys something?"
"Sure," her dad said. "What's up?"
She hugged Ella tighter. "Was I adopted?"
Her mom laughed as her mind flashed to the twelve hours of very painful labor she'd endured. "No, Sophie. Why would you ask that?"
"Could I have been switched at birth?"
"No. Of course not!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes—I think I would know my own daughter." There wasn't a doubt in her mom's mind. "What's this all about?"
"Nothing. I was just wondering."
Her dad laughed. "Sorry, Soybean, we're your parents—whether you like it or not."
"Okay," she agreed.
But she wasn't so sure anymore.
Edaline: Aw...
Biana: Wait?? What happened to your family?? You came here didn't you...?
Tam: Plot armor. While she's here... time stops for her family!
Dex: Wait really??
Tam & Fitz: No
Grady: Calm down you guys, she's almost coming to the Lost Cities!
Sophie: *is nowhere to be found*
Chapter 7: Chapter 6
Chapter Text
THAT NIGHT SOPHIE DREAMED THE Keebler elves were holding her hostage until she perfected all their cookie recipes. Then she told them she liked Oreos better, and they tried to drown her in a giant vat of fudge. She woke in a cold sweat and decided sleep was overrated.
Keefe: What are... Keebler elves
Linh: According to this... is the Keebler elf
Marella: *outraged* THIS IS A DISGRACE TO ELVENKIND. WE DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT. WE ARE SOPHISTICATED PROPER ELEGANT BEINGS THAT PRIDE THEMSELVES IN THEIR APPEARANCES, PERSONALITIES, AND SHOWCASE. AND WE MOSTCERTAINLYDO NOT MAKE COOKIES.
Everyone: . . .
Marella: Apologies for my outburst. Thank you for coming to my Elf Talk.
Sophie: Do you mean... Ted talk?
Marella: Who's Ted??
When morning came, she took a quick shower and threw on her best jeans and a shirt she'd never worn—buttery yellow with brown stripes. It was the only item in her closet that wasn't gray, and she'd always been too self-conscious to wear it. But the color brought out the gold flecks in her eyes, and today she would see Fitz again. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to look good. She even clipped part of her hair back and toyed with the idea of lip gloss—but that was going too far. Then she snuck downstairs to check outside for him.
Sophie: *turns bright red and chokes on her Lushberry juice* That- no- what!
Fitz: Oh? Hmmm
Keefe: *grumbles* Of course
She crept into the front yard, blinking to keep the falling ash out of her eyes. The smoke was so thick it stuck to her skin. Seriously, when were they going to get the fires contained?
"Looking for someone?" her next-door neighbor asked from his perch in the middle of his lawn. Mr. Forkle could always be found there, rearranging hundreds of garden gnomes into elaborate tableaux.
Mr. Forkle: :)
Edaline: Nice to know someone was watching after you though <3
Fitz: He's a stalker
Ro: Says you!! Did you even read Chapter 4? Who chose this guy to be Sophie's official guide??
"No," she said, hating how nosy he was. "I was checking to see if the smoke was any better. I guess it's not." She coughed for added effect.
His beady blue eyes bored into hers, and she could tell from his thoughts that he didn't believe her. "You kids," he grumbled. "Always up to something."
Mr. Forkle loved to start sentences with the words "you kids." He was old and smelled like feet and was always complaining about something. But he was the one who called 911 when she fell and hit her head, so she was obligated to be nice.
Mr. Forkle: ...Oh?
Sophie: I need the bathroom. I'll be right back *exits*
Biana: She... went the wrong way? The bathroom is on the left-
He moved a gnome a fraction of an inch to the left. "You should get back inside before the smoke gives you another one of those headaches you're always—"
Loud yapping interrupted him, and a ball of fur with legs streaked up the sidewalk, barking its tiny head off. A blond guy in spandex jogging shorts chased after it.
"Would you mind grabbing her?" he called to Sophie as the dog raced across her lawn.
"I'll try." The dog was quick, but Sophie managed to step on the leash with a clumsy lunge. She kneeled, stroking the wild-eyed, panting creature to calm her down.
"Thank you so much," the guy said as he ran up the path. As soon as he drew close, the dog growled and strained against the leash, barking like mad.
"She's my sister's dog," he shouted over the noise. "She hates me. Not my sister—the dog," he added. He held out his hand, displaying several half-moon bite wounds, fresh and still bleeding. One was so deep it would definitely leave a scar.
Sophie picked up the trembling dog and hugged her. Why was the dog so afraid?
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to carry her back to my sister's house. It's just a few blocks away, and she seems to like you better than me." He winked one of his piercing blue eyes.
Grady: RED FLAG
Tam: He's legit trying to elfnap you right now
Marella: He sounds hot to be honest
Dex: THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT?
"She most certainly will not," Mr. Forkle yelled before she could open her mouth to answer. "Sophie, go inside. And you"—he pointed to the jogger—"get out of here right now or I'm calling the police."
The guy's eyes narrowed. "I wasn't asking you—"
"I don't care," Mr. Forkle interrupted. "Get. Away. From. Her. Now."
The barking grew louder as the guy moved toward Sophie. She could barely think through the chaos, but there was something in his expression that made her wonder if he was planning to grab her and drag her away. And that's when it hit her.
She couldn't hear his thoughts. Even with the barking—she should've heard something.
Fitz: Wait... what?
Keefe: FITZ WAS THIS YOU???
Fitz: No!! No of course not. You know how bad my cloaking spells go-
Ro: But then who is it??
Would Fitz have sent someone else in his place? But if he had, why wouldn't the jogger say that? Why try to trick her?
Before she could react, Mr. Forkle stepped between them, stopping the jogger in his tracks. Mr. Forkle might be on the old side, but he was a large man, and when he straightened up to his full height, he made quite an intimidating figure.
They stared each other down for a few seconds. Then the jogger shook his head and backed off.
"Sophie, let the dog go," Mr. Forkle ordered. She did as he said and the dog raced away. The jogger glowered at them both before he took off after it.
Sophie released the breath she'd been holding.
"You're okay," Mr. Forkle promised. "If I see him again, I'll call the police."
She nodded, trying to find her voice. "Uh, thanks."
Mr. Forkle snorted, shaking his head and grumbling something that started with "you kids" as he returned to his lawn gnomes. "Better get inside."
Grady: Wow... you really did save her life. We owe you.
Forkle: Oh no, it's my job, isn't it?
Linh: ...that was scary- I'm glad Forkle saved you...
"Right," she agreed, moving up the path on shaky legs.
As soon as the front door closed, she leaned against it, trying to make sense of the scattered questions racing through her brain.
Why would that guy try to grab her? Could he be another elf? Fitz had some serious explaining to do—whenever he decided to make his next appearance.
Keefe: Oh absolutely
THERE WAS STILL NO SIGN of Fitz when she got to school, and now she wasn't sure what to do. He might be waiting for her to be alone before he appeared, but after the dog incident, she wanted a few eyewitnesses around. Unless Fitz had sent the jogger to get her. . . .
It was all so frustrating and confusing.
She headed for class when the bell rang, lurking a few steps behind the other students.
A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadows between buildings. Sophie stopped her scream just in time when she recognized Fitz.
"Where have you been?" she demanded—a little too loudly. Several heads turned their way. "Do you have any idea what I've been going through?"
"Missed me bad, huh?" he whispered, flashing a co*cky smile.
She felt the blood rush to her face and looked away to hide her blush. "More like you left me alone with a ton of unanswered questions and no way to find you, and then this guy shows up and tries to grab me and—"
"Whoa—wait. What guy?"
"I don't know," she said. "Some creepy blond guy tried to trick me into wandering off with him, and when I wouldn't, it looked like he was going to snatch me but I wasn't sure because I couldn't hear his thoughts and I think he might be another elf."
Keefe: So Fitzy had nothing to do with this?
Grady: Of course not, how could you doubt him!
Edaline: What matters is Sophie is safe... that's it
Ro: I still vote we punch that guy down. With an axe.
"Okay, slow down." Fitz swept his hair back. "No one else knows you're here. Only my dad, and he sent me to get you."
"Then why couldn't I hear his thoughts?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "Are you sure you couldn't?"
Keefe: Yeah. Yeah she did.
She replayed the scene, trying to remember. There had been a lot of barking and growling. Her heart pounding in her ears. She couldn't even remember hearing Mr. Forkle's thoughts—now that she thought about it—and she could always hear his.
"Maybe not," she said quietly.
"My guess is he was human, and maybe his mind is just quieter than the others. But we'll check with my dad. We'd better move though." He pointed to a teacher who was eyeing them like she suspected impending mischief. "We can't leap with people around."
"Leap?" she squeaked as he pulled her behind the English building. "I can't ditch class, Fitz. They'll call my parents—and after yesterday I think my mom might strangle me."
"This is important, Sophie. You have to come with me."
"Why?"
"Just trust me."
Keefe: AND YOU DID???????????
Marella: It's a foolish choice but it might save your life.
Sophie: *enters* Finished yet?
She locked her knees so he couldn't pull her any farther. She couldn't keep disappearing all the time. Elf or not, she had a life here, with classes she could fail and parents who could ground her. "How am I supposed to trust you when you won't even tell me anything?"
"You can trust me because I'm here to help you."
That wasn't good enough. If he wouldn't tell her what was going on, she knew how to find out.
It was strange to willingly use her telepathy, after so many years trying to block it. But it was the only way to find out what he was hiding. So she closed her eyes and reached for his thoughts the way she had the day before. The breeze brushed through her mind, whispering scattered pieces of information—nothing she needed, though. But when she pushed a little further, she found what he was hiding.
"A test?" she shrieked. "What am I being tested for?"
"You read my mind?" He dragged her deeper into the shadows, shaking his head. Hard. "You can't do that, Sophie. You can't listen to someone's thoughts any time you want to know something. There are rules."
Sophie: *looks away*
Keefe: He's not wrong...
"You've tried to read my mind without my permission."
"That's different. I'm on assignment."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Fitz ran his hands through his hair, which he seemed to do when he was frustrated. "It doesn't matter. What matters is you could get in big trouble for invading someone's mind like that. It's a serious offense."
The way he said "serious" made everything inside her scrunch and twist together.
"Really?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah. So don't do it again."
Edaline: Fitz you're scaring her!
Fitz: I didn't mean to!!!
She started to nod, but a small movement at a nearby oak caught her attention and she froze, her heart hammering so hard it drowned out everything else. It was only for a second—but she could've sworn she saw the jogger's face.
"He's here," she whispered. "The guy who tried to grab me."
"Where?" Fitz scanned the campus.
She gestured toward the tree, but there was no one around. No thoughts nearby either.
Did she imagine it?
Fitz pulled the silver pathfinder from his pocket and adjusted the crystal. "I don't see anyone—but let's get out of here. We shouldn't keep everyone waiting, anyway."
"Who's everyone?"
"My parents, and a committee of our Councillors. It's part of the test you heard me thinking about when you broke into my head." He shot her a sidelong glance, and she felt her cheeks heat up.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
She'd never thought of telepathy as "breaking in" before, but she could see his point. His thoughts hadn't automatically filled her mind the way they did with humans. She'd shoved her way in and took them. She'd be furious if someone did that to her.
She wouldn't make that mistake again.
It wasn't like she'd ever enjoyed being a Telepath anyway. Reading minds always caused way more problems than it solved.
Fitz took her hand and led her into the sunlight. "Ready?" he asked as he held up the pathfinder.
She nodded, hoping he couldn't feel the way her arm was shaking. "Can you tell me what the test determines?"
He grinned as his eyes locked with hers. "Your future."
Biana: Oh?
Ro: Stalker
Fitz: You're just not gonna stop doing that, are you?
Ro: Oh no, never. You've given me enough proof.
Fitz: THERE IS NO- HOW DOES THIS- WHY- HOW-
Dex: Calm down you guys!! It's alright, she's in the Lost Cities now, at least!
Keefe: But when does she meet meee? I wanna see her thoughts when she does. Does she think my hair is cute? Wait, of course she did. She obviously found me hot.
Marella: I'd kick you but I want to let Sophie do the honors
Tam: Guys! Let's just get to the next chapter already-
Me: Yep-
