Keeper of the Lost Cities Moonlark

Chapter Six: Keefe

As soon as Keefe glittered back into focus in Havenfield he ran to his favorite spot to sleep with all the worms. He mostly wasted time by pitying himself and thought of what happened a few hours ago, "He didn't seem like himself, it was like his mind was far away." Keefe mumbled to himself. "I wonder what had gotten into him, was it an accident? Fitz wouldn't do that on purpose since he'd had a crush on Foster for a while, right?" Keefe shook his head, hard, and buried it in his hands.

"I thought you might be a little hungry so I brought you some butterblasts. " Edaline's voice was soft and sweet as she came over.

Keefe probably should've been hungry but all he could think about was Foster. She made him so worried he want to puke sparkly alicorn poop. Which probably wouldn't have been that bad honestly. "Oh, um thanks." Keefe reached for the plate and decided to at least try to eat a few. Plus, a few delicious, sugary sweet, butterblasts wouldn't hurt, right? With that thought he started chowing down.

"Do they taste good? I decided to try a new recipe." Edaline was wringing her fingers so tightly and had dark circles that looked like bruises under her eyes.

She was making Keefe worry by just looking at her. Instead of answering the question, he blurted out, "Worried about Foster?"

"Oh, yeah. But I know she's strong and that she'll be fine." she gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Y'know, it's my job as a mom to worry." after a pause of silence she continued talking. "Anyways, goodnight. I'm probably gonna be wrestling mammoths." her voice trailed off. She cleared her throat. "You should get some rest, seriously, Keefe. No offense, but, you look exhausted." Edaline just gave a quick wave and fled the scene. He probably did look like a mess, he knew it wouldn't do anything when he combed his fingers through his hair, getting out the tiny knots. With that he finally fell asleep.

"Keefe." a sugary voice echoed, it seemed to be bouncing off of surfaces. It kept repeating. Over and over.

"Hello?" Keefe woke up instantly. His voice sounded static and whispery, like a turned down old radio. "Who's there?"

"Don't worry about who I am, Keefe. I'm not dangerous." the voice started getting quieter. "Please listen, I have a message for you-"

"Uh uh, tell me who you are first." Keefe interrupted.

"I don't have much strength left. I can only tell you this. I am Clarisna. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." then the voice faded away.

"Wait!" He sat there for a few minutes, but only silence followed. "Ugh! Who is Clarisna? I guess I'll just ask Forkle in the morning." Keefe yawned and pulled up the covers. Soft snoring followed a few minutes later.