Keeper of the Lost Cities Moonlark

Chapter Eight: Keefe

During the night, Keefe heard a faint whisper. He didn't know if it was his imagination or not but he swore he heard Foster in his head, saying she missed him. Keefe just groaned and grumbled about him losing his common sense.

He must've overslept since when he wondered over to the pastures to talk to Silveny, Grady was already there. "Hey kiddo." his voice sounded strained as he was trying to keep a crazy looking animal from flying off with his lasso.

"Uh, hey." Keefe cleared his voice knowing that he couldn't just walk away with two simple words. That would make things way to awkward. "So," his voice was dragged out as he struggled for a topic. "What're you doing?" he almost smacked himself for the lame question.

"Oh it's just Gildie. She started screeching earlier so I came down here to give her some exercise." suddenly he yanked on the lasso and lured her into her cage with some sort of slimy looking food. "Okay." Keefe did some sort of wave and headed towards the house.

Keefe quietly opened the door to Havenfield and was just about to get to the first steps on the stairs when Edaline suddenly started humming and twirling all over the kitchen. He quietly coughed and snuck passed her tip toeing up the stairs. Right before he opened the door to Foster's bedroom he remembered one flaw in his plan. Gigantor might be in there. "Dang it." Keefe said under his breath. "Whatever." Keefe whispered to himself. He knew he was overthinking everything.

Keefe mustered up all the courage he had, took a deep breath and opened the door. When he looked around, sitting in a corner was a teal eyed boy. "Keefe?"