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I left u all at that evil cliffhanger!! Wasn't that so much fun!! Now I get why authors do that!!! U probably want to continue reading, and some of you probably skipped this. If u r still here, then comment your sibling or your pet's name (if you don't have either, say any name). Don't say anything except the name! Have fun reading!

Elwin's pov:

I was working on another limbium free medicine for Sophie because we all know that she will end up needing a medicine sometime soon. I wish it wasn't true, but there is no use denying it!

I wish I didn't think that because I think I jinxed it. (Sophie taught them all human slang and other things while she was in the Healing Center)

I got a call on my imparter from the imparter I gave to Sandor in case of medical emergencies. I knew that something was going on, based on the fact that Sandor barely uses his imparter, unless it was serious, serious life-or death situations.

Sophie has Fostered it way too many times for my liking, but this time, I knew it was different.

When I answered the call, Sandor quickly rushed and said something that sounded like "There'somethingwrongwithSophieandyouneedtocomehererightnow"

"What???? What is going on, Sandor???" I said, my voice laced with concern and anticipation.

Sandor sighed and repeated what he said, but slower this time. "There's something wrong with Sophie, and you need to come here right now."

I started to panic when I heard this. In mere seconds was running around grabbing as many elixirs as possible. I rushed to shove it all in my bag, and then I leaped to Havenfield.

Sandor's pov:

Miss, Foster was in trouble, her heart stopped beating, and I wasn't there to prevent it. I shouldn't be her bodyguard, I don't do anything, and I am not a help to my assignment.

Miss Foster deserves better, and I know someone else can do a better job. I will miss her deeply, but her safety is more important. I will resign after Miss Foster is well enough... I hope she gets through this. Otherwise, it's all my fault, and I have failed my duty. Why did I cry while I wrote this???

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