Someone You Knew-After Stellarlune

Envy

Here's another chapter as a thanks for being so patient waiting the last one.

Stina POV

I envied Sophie Foster.

Since I was little, I was forced to respect the Councill's rulings. As a child of a supposed bad match, hating on the Council would make me a rebel. It would make me a girl who complained about the ways of the Elvin world because of my parents, not because of my opinion. It didn't help that my mom was in the nobility, the people who was paying her was the Councill, the same elves that made the whole "bad match" a thing. Stating the flaws of the Elvin laws meant that I was hating on the same people who enabled my family to live in such a luxurious life style. 

That was why I envied Sophie so much. Sophie could hate on the Councill and everyone thought it was okay because she was the Moonlark. Everyone supported her rebellious attitude just because she was Sophie Foster. She was the Moonlark, she was so special.

She had something I didn't have, a warm support from her families and friends. I always wanted to know how that felt like. 

That was why I bullied her since her first day of Foxfire, I knew it was wrong but I didn't care. Every time I saw her crumble I felt more full. 

But that didn't mean that I wanted her to be gone. I got a little, no a lot carried away when I discovered her "betrayal". I finally had a solid reason to hate her, something I have been waiting for my entire life. 

I wanted her to feel how I felt when I first stood up stating the Councill's flaws-embarrassment, regret, and self-consciousness. It was all fun until I found out she was dead.

Sophie Foster, the fearless Moonlark, dead. 

I was so shocked and ashamed that I couldn't eat nor sleep for days.

I needed this to be a dream, something that would just be gone when I wake up. But it was real, the Moonlark's death was real.

I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks as I just blankly stared at Sophie's Wanderling. I side-eyed Sophie's friends. They were a mess, crying their hearts out as they hugged each other. A part of me wanted to join them and tell them that I was going to be okay. But the other part of me held me back.

 Then the blonde boy, Keefe fell down to the ground. He clutched his head, groaning in pain. 

Without thinking, I ran to him. I was minutes away from where Keefe was but Dex stopped me before I could approach him. I shoved him away as I screamed, "Let me see him!"

I shoved more of Sophie's friends, as I sat down near Keefe. His face was contorted with pain, his veins visible on his forehead. I quickly grabbed his wrist, my eyes widened as his emotions filled my body.

For a moment I couldn't move as his overwhelming emotions swam around in my mind. There was too many for me to handle. With some effort, I managed picked up on some of them.

Devastation.

Sadness.

Fear.

Anger.

And so much more. But one emotion was stronger than the others. The most dangerous emotion that I hoped that I would never have to experience it.

Guilt.

I gasped as I released my grip on his wrist. "He's feeling guilt!" I told the Fitz, my voice squeaky in fear.

Fitz's eyes widened as he ran his hand through his hair. His hands were shaking. "I can't fix that, he'll pull me under."

"I thought you could enter broken minds!" I nearly screamed, I was loosing my temper.

"I was able to do that with Sophie, but she's..."

She was gone.

Shoving the thought away, I glared at him. "If he's mind gets broken, its your fault."

He bit his lip with his teeth so hard that the area turned white. He hesitated a few seconds before he placed his shacky fingers on Keefe's temples. Then he closed his eyes. 

I sucked in a breathe, unable to relax as I waited Fitz to open his eyes. Behind me Ms. Pretty-face whimpered and both Dex and the Tam comforted her. I wanted to roll my eyes and scream at Biana to make a decision.

Exactly 58 seconds (yes I counted) passed before Fitz's eyes opened. He was sweating and his eyes were wide in fear as he collapsed to the ground. Thankfully, he was still conscious. Biana ran to him and strangle-hugged him, causing his shacky breathe to almost stop.

Keefe was slowly waking up, his left eye opened slightly. He gaze looked hazed, indicating that he was still not fully conscious. 

I stood up and left before he could notice me.  

I know this chapter is short but I really wanted to write Stina's point of view.

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-Jas