Chapter 4

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Sophie's P.O.V

I run.

I run in the direction of the scream because I know it's Keefe.

I don't know what I'm going to find. It's terrifying.

Everyone is following me, they're still shocked about what just happened but I don't have time to be shocked. I just need to find Keefe. In fact he's probably why I just did that.

The scream seemed to come from some old ruin place so I sprint inside.

But just before I went in I hear something.

Numb.

I walk in to the sight of Lady Gisela falling to the ground. Arm bleeding. Eyes wide open.

I run straight over to the unconscious Keefe on the floor. His head is bleeding badly and he has a deep stab wound in his back. But the worst part was his leg.

I almost get sick right then and there.

Blood was gushing from it showing no signs of stopping. It was so deep she could see his bone.
It seemed to go from the side of his knee down to the front of his ankle.

"Keefe," I hate how desparate my voice sounds but I can't seem to help it "can you hear me?"
I check his pulse.

It's faint.
But it's there.

He needs Elwin now.

Everyone came all at once, the collective tied up Lady Gisela and everyone else is watching the almost lifeless boy in front of her.

"I'm going to teleport to Elwin," I'm shaking and everyone can see it "Sandor could you lift Keefe."

"Of course."

"I'll meet everyone at the healing center, yeah?"

There were nods and yes's from everyone as they get out their leaping crystals.

"Miss Foster."
It's Mr.Forkle.
But I need to go now.

"Just before you go I wanted to say...what you did out there was...incredible. The collective and council are going to stay back for a while and imprison the neverseen that are still alive," he sighed, looking at Keefe, sadness seems to cloud his eyes "I won't hold you any longer."

And that's all he needed to say.
I immediately grab Sandor (who was holding Keefe) and teleport to the healing centre.

Ok so I know she kinda has to run and stuff to teleport but I'm just gonna pretend that she doesn't have to anymore.

Word count: 381 words

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