The Insider ~ A Fitzphie FanFic KOTLC

Chapter 13

I'm running out of covers... and sanity. This chapter is dedicated to @tianathesophitz and @sweetinstalove. For sticking with it through the end. (And begging me to post more chapters, you're welcome). I'm hoping you all think this has a unique plot. I know a lot of the Sophitz fanfics here all have the stereotypical sleepover at Everglen. There's nothing wrong with that. I was hoping to steer clear of that to make this story more unique.

Sophie woke up in Everglen. In Fitz's room. Except Fitz wasn't there. Sophie sat up and looked around his room. Where was he? Sophie walked around Fitz's dark room. The many windows had been closed with floor length navy blue curtains, the sun peeked through a few, casting little sunlight patches on the brown hardwood floors. She walked around, observing her cognate's room. There were various bramble jerseys on the floor in wrinkled heaps, telepathy books littered the desk, unfinished homework begging to be completed. 

Sophie found her purple backpack next to the door. She fished through it to find a comfortable outfit, navy blue leggings and a black tunic, gold stitching surrounded the flowy sleeves. She slipped on her favorite pair of knee-length boots and walked down the hallway to Biana's bedroom. She peaked in to find her best friend still asleep, the lilac blankets pulled around her like a cocoon. 

Everglen was silent, no one must have been up yet. Except for her and Fitz. Wherever he was. Perhaps he was making himself breakfast? Or training with Grizel? Sophie walked through the shimmering halls of Everglen, hoping to find a tall brunette boy. All she found was his father.

"Hi, Alden." 

Alden quickly turned around, startled to find Sophie in his house. "Oh, hello Sophie,"

"Do you know where Fitz is?" 

"Probably outside. He likes to run in the mornings." Alden said, glancing out a window expecting his son to appear right there.

"Thanks." Alden walked away, wiping a tear from his eye. The loss of his oldest son had hit him hard. Maybe he thought that Alvar would come around, come back to his parents, who were always waiting with open arms. 

Sophie opened a door leading to a large patio outside. With a shimmery grey stone under her feet, plants of all colors around her in little stone boxes seemed to greet her: their leaves shaking in the light breeze. It was a beautiful day. As one day always was in The Lost Cities. The air clean thanks to the many Pures scattered around the property. The early morning sun making its appearance in a sunrise, soft blues mixed with pastel yellows that reflected off the few remaining clouds that had passed through during the night. Sophie padded across the stone, her leather boots quiet as ever. She sat down in a lounge chair to gawk at Everglen's beautiful scenery. The grassy fields used to play Base Quest were right next to a forest Sophie had never had the time to pay attention to. The trees looked as old as time and seemed to stretch on forever. Since Everglen sat on a hill, Sophie could see most of the property from where she sat on the shimmery patio. The forest quickly turned into a huge lake. The water was as blue as the ocean and so clear that Sophie could see a few of the rocks in the shallow end. It wasn't the prettiest lake Sophie had ever seen. Sometimes she wondered why Luzia had chosen such an average property. Average for elven standards, that is.

A tall figure came bounding past the trees towards the house. Sophie stood up, seeing Fitz run towards the house. He must've not seen her because he slowed to a walk before heading through a door that led to the kitchen. Sophie followed him inside the house to find him shoving mallowmelt into his mouth by the forkful.

"There you are." Sophie said as Fitz put down his fork covered in mallowmelt and walked towards her.

"I didn't think you'd be up. It's still really early."