KEEFER Of The Lost Cities

Exile- Alden's Funeral

OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I even do Sophie and Dex's funeral? I completely forgot they had one and this reminded me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Great, now I have to go back and write it and THEN we can talk about the next scene, okay?

Sorry I did this at the start lol. Just realized I should have put it on the bottom.

Might as well sign my name too haha

~Zara

Edit- I went back to write the funeral scene and turns out I already did it, so...

Which scene am I doing next again? And this time, I'll take recommendations from any book in the series. Good luck choosing for me!

Keefe had never thought this day would come. And not the human sort of never, where the only thing for certain was that it was never true. 

But it was happening. Alden was being planted, like his whole life could be summed up in a tree. It was better than the humans, Keefe supposed as he stared at himself in his mirror, not yet wearing the one color he had wished he'd never have to wear again. The way humans' lives were reduced to a single rock was much worse.

Then again, there wasn't much life to be summed up in the first place. Keefe instantly felt guilty for the thought, because it wasn't as if the humans lives were worth less because of their unfortunately short lifespans.

Keefe slowly made his way through his everyday routine, but he wasn't there.

He was eating mallowmelt with Alden and Della and Fitz and Biana. He was hugging Alden after a hard day, almost as if Alden were his real father. He was spending time with a family that might not ever be whole again.

Someday you'll be glad you're not a Vacker.

The memory flew unbidden into his mind, clear as day, and yet still as confusing as it was when his mother had spoken those words first. He still didn't know what it meant, and if she somehow knew this was going to happen, he would still do anything in the world to be a Vacker.

The fact that there was a large possibility that Alden would never smile at him again made no sense to Keefe. In fact, the only thing keeping him from breaking down was Sophie's plan.

Because he had to believe there was a way to fix this.

Keefe remembered the first time Alden had met Keefe, and the first time he had gone oer to Everglen. He'd felt home. 

Maybe he would never feel that way again. A stubborn tear slipped down his cheek, destroying all his hopes of not breaking down. Suddenly, Keefe was curled up in his closet with the lights closed and tears streaming down his face with no recollection of how he got there. Either way, Alden was practically his dad, and while a large part of him was wallowing in misery, a small part was still hoping. Still grasping onto the small threads Sophie had sent him, hoping it was enough to keep him afloat.

It took him a minute to realize that the pounding noise he was hearing was Cassius knocking so hard he was practically throwing himself against the door. Keefe reached out for the speaker that let him talk to people outside his room.

"What do you want?" Keefe's voice shook, but it would be impossible to tell from the speaker on the outside of his door.

"It's time to go, Keefe. I expect you to be ready for things and not wasting your time doing silly things like you always do."

Keefe didn't say anything to reply. He didn't feel like dealing with his dad. All he did was get off the floor, ignoring the way his sharp pain in his knees from crouching, and find his emerald green tunic.