Fitz didn't have enough time. Four days left. He sighed. Prohecies may not always be right. He comforted himself. He picked up his weapons as he saw someone approaching, his enemy already saw him and there's no more reason to hide.
That traitor stood there, the white eye on his shoulder made it clear that he was part of the Neverseen.
"Having fun in my territory, are you, Fitzy?"
Fitz did not response.
Suddenly, Keefe's blade entered his body, his blood spilled on the hard soil. He regretted doing this but he shot Keefe's leg and arm, he fell down groaning imediately. Fitz took the chance and hit him head hard with his spear until he was unconscious.
He searched his stuff for useful information, or some weapons, or maybe some bandages. After a few minutes of searching, He found a list of prisoners kept in the hideout. He searched for Sophie's name on the list.
Sophie Elizabeth Foster (Project Moonlark-5)---- East tower
He stared at the number 5 , not knowing what it meant. He read the line below.
Rosalyn Mel (Middle name unknown) (Project Moonlark-4)----------- East tower
4 and 5...
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Sophie woke up again, happy to see that Keefe wasn't here. Her traitorous heart fluttered as she thought of her ex. I'll make sure he dies. Keefe's deep, low growl rang thouugh her mind. She wanted to tell Fitz things, but she doubted that he will response. She noticed someone, imprisoned in another jail. She looks like an older version of Sophie. Sophie hesistated before saying.
"Who are you?" The question sounded stupid.
"Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine."
"S..Sophie Foster."
The girl smiled"Rosalyn Mel."
The original Rosalyn = La Signora = picture above
