I looked up at Sandor, He looked very mad at an elf who was holding him mid-air. The middle-aged elf had dark brown hair and honey-colored skin, his eyes were leaning into purple and they, well, looked like purple instead of blue. I got up from the cot and went towards him. The elf who stabbed me...I was about to go near him when Keefe touched me. I looked at him and was scared of what I saw. His eyes were clouded with hate and rage and anger. I took a step back and said
" Keefe calm down "
" You're scaring me "
Then Keefe looked at me, shook his head, and said
" I don't know that got over me I have never felt that much rage before,"
I smiled knowing that Keefe might be more protective of me than Grady. I was about to make fun of him when Sandor coughed and glared at us before saying
" OK, I love how you both look like you want to kiss each other, but I think we NEED to focus on the MORE important things right now" Me and Keefe looked at each other blushed then looked away.
" OK Now who is this elf and why did he stab Sophie," Keefe asked in a serious tone
I looked back at the elf, he looked very guilty and looked as if he was about to cry
I went up to him " Hey, are you ok?" I asked
Keefe and Sandor looked at me weirdly
" Foster? Why in the world would you ask the person who FRICKING stabbed you is ok?" said Keefe. I looked at him and said " Well I know he stabbed me but, he looks guilty, and I feel bad also but because I have a feeling he didn't stab me on purpose, I think"
The weird Purple-Blue eyed elf looked at me smiled sadly and in a soft but raspy voice said
" I stabbed you on purpose and my name is Ezekiel Sarkash"
