The Blazing Star prophecy: A Kotlc Fanfic

Chapter 8

Keefe...

The world went dark and he'd left his love, Sophie Foster.
And Mr. Forkle looked at him with sympathy.

"So... I just died?" Keefe asked.
"I'm sorry that you had to leave the world at such a young age, Keefe." As he said that, his eyes shined with brightness.
"Nah! It's fine, I saved Foster, after all! That's all that matters! Anyways, why are you here?" Keefe asked
"I'm here to escort you to the Heavens, Keefe... and... Thank you," Mr. Forkle said, taking his hand.
"For what?" He asked.
"For everything you did for our moonlark..." Mr. Forkle said, blinking hard.
"What's the matter?" He asked
"The Moonlark's fate," He whispered hoarsly.
"She... she has a difficult journey ahead, Keefe. And... she's going to sacrafice herself. It's her destiny." Mr. Forkle said.

And then suddenly everything crashed on him. He'd left Sophie! She'd need him! Why did he leave her! He had to go back!

"I have to go back to Sophie!" Keefe exclaimed, running downhill.
"I understand, Keefe. But... as much as it pains me to say this, there is no way to go back. I'm sorry." Mr. Forkle said.
"But-" Keefe began.
"Nope. We have to go now, Keefe. Take a leap of faith!" He called with joy, and gripping his hand they leaped together into a beautiful meadow.

"Well.... will you explain Foster's destiny?" Keefe asked

"The girl with brown eyes of special few,
The gift of light and truth presented to you,
Her shining soul glows bright,
The Moonlark's soul shines with light,

The girl from two worlds shall unite two worlds,
Slowly, her great wings shall unfurl,
A great battle is coming, do not fear,
For the sound waves will reach your ears,

The enemy may seem defeated but they are not gone,
Do not forget to connect hearts and be swift,
Upon wing, she shall take flight,
Sacrificing herself for what is right..." At the end, Mr. Forkle looked pale.

"Where did you get that?" Keefe asked.
"Well, I... Sophie recited it when she was young, it was during the time she hit her head. She manifested then. At the time, it was me who was present when Sophie hit her head. I never told my twin. I was pretty sure it was just a dream and not true. Little did I know it was... real. We didn't create her just to face death at the end." Mr. Forkle's voice cracked and he turned away, wiping his eyes.

"But what if scrafice... doesn't necessarily mean... death? Like with what happened with Prentice wasn't death but it was a sacrafice" He asked quietly,

Mr. Forkle turned sharply toward him.
"Do you wish for her to have a fate with a broken mind?" He asked sharply.
"N-no! Of course not! I mean... like... sacrificing one of her... powers? Or mabye becoming the next generation's... Elysian?" Keefe said.
"I do not know." Mr. Forkle said.
"Now let me take you to your new residence." He continued.

Sophie's p.o.v.:

She'd imagined victory would better than... this. The ground was blood-stained and everything was... off. It didn't feel like a victory.

Plus, her Foxfire mentor Tiergan was... dead. And so were Blur and Wraith. And worst of all... Keefe. Her love, Keefe. He was dead. Dead. He wasn't gone but Sophie would never see him physically. Never kiss him again. Their first kiss had been their last, she thought with a pang.

She was still kneeling beside Keefe, clutching him tight. She kept hoping that Keefe would wake up and say "I didn't die, Foster! I can survive a battle at the least!".

But Keefe didn't.

Sophie's eyes burned. Keefe had sacraficed herself for her. For her. She was messed up. She couldn't protect others, couldn't do her job. She was useless.

For the first time, she looked at her friends, Alden and Della, Juline and Kesler, Prentice, Mai and Quan Song, Edaline and Grady, Stina, Vika and Timkin Hekes, Lord Cassius, the twelve Councillors and Mr. Forkle. All were pale and shaken. They all probably blamed her for Keefe's death. As they should.

"So-sophie..." Biana said, coming up beside her.
"I-I've kn-known Kee-Keefe my wh-whole l-life. I-I ca-can't be-believe he's-he's de-dead..." She said, pale and shaky.
"I'm s-sorry, B-biana. It was my-my fault. I deserve to die." She said, guilt rising in her chest.
"No-no, Sophie. This-this isn't your fault. It's Lady Gisela's fault. She should never have aimed the weapon at you. She should never have... have tried to kill my best friend. But most of all, this the Councillors' fault for starting this in the first place!" Biana told her.
"It is, Biana." Her eyes lit up with fury, this was all the Councillors fault.

Her friends joined them. They didn't speak. They didn't have to. They looked at each other. Keefe was amazing, caring and she knew that she would.

A wave of sudden grief hit her. She would never see Keefe's beautiful ice-blue eyes. She would never see his blonde hair. The Hair, as Keefe called it. She would never talk with him, laugh with him. He would never tease her again, never flirt with her.

"KEEFE! KEEFE! Keefe! I'm so sorry, I'll fix this. I'll get you back, I promise. Just hang on!" With that, tears she'd been holding seeped from her eyes. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there. She needed him; She wasn't leaving Keefe ever again.