Keeper of the Lost Cities: War

Chapter thirty seven

A little a/n before continuing. Yes I know it's been around three-four years since I left this off. Yes, I'm aware that two other books have been finished after this fanfic takes place- derailing some major plot points of this fanfic in particular. That being said, however, I still wanted to finish this or come closer to finishing this story than I was previously. I remember having planned around fifteen - twenty more chapters. However, I write a LOT differently and in a LOT larger chapters than I previously did. All that being said- I missed keeper, and I wanted to keep writing this as my fixation was here, as I binge read this whole thing in a couple days just to remember what I was doing and where the story left off. Anyway- enjoy this while it lasts!

- Kade

Tam Dai Song.

The boy was going to be the death of Keefe in more ways than one. On one hand, he could actually kill him before he got the chance to restore his mind.
On the other hand, Tam could also drive Keefe so insanely up the wall head over heels with the feelings that they were trying to sort out about the other.

Keefe and Callan had honestly come to a dead end. Their initial plan to rescue Tam from a prison crumpled because Tam wasn't in a physical prison, and instead, his mind in a mental prison while his body out doing whatever it was Fitz wanted.

And since Tam disappeared with Trix, they had no leads.

Luckily Jensi and Wylie had shown up when they both had the previous day, or Trix and Tam likely would've succeeded in killing Keefe and Callan, however the two had to return to the Lost Cities, as it has been crumbling since a lot of important figures were either missing in action, spread thin, or in Linh's case, dead.

That was still a fact that Keefe had struggled to accept. If he hadn't seen her body before it was buried below a pinkish tree with black, blue, and silver flowers, then he probably would've lived in denial of it actually happening.
Grief was a strange thing.

Keefe.

Keefe bolted upright from where he lay sprawled on a grass field, hoping that something would happen that would enable him to make a plan. And that something was Sophie Fosters voice in his head making his heart skip a couple beats.
It wasn't the same as before, when he had a crush on her, now his heart skipped, hoping she bore good news.

Yes?

Show me where you are.

Keefe thought that was an odd question but opened his mind's eye regardless, giving her an expansive view of the field he and Callan were in. Not far off was the forest where they had fought Tam and Trix a couple of days ago.

In seconds, a clap of thunder echoed in the air, sending Keefe to his feet, which is turn startled Callan, who looked at him in confusion. That was until the void ripped open the sky and out descended the one and only Sophie Foster.

Keefe's heart rate felt like it tripled being in her presence again, as this was the first time they had physically been around each other since Keefe ran off all those years ago to hide from his new ability.
Even at twenty feet away, Keefe could feel her emotions wafting over him like a harsh tide during the full moon. Her emotions wanted to wash his away, nearly making Keefe forget that her emotions weren't his own.

He had to take a couple of minutes to sort through himself, dialing his own ability down so that not everything was so intense anymore.

"What's with the nausea party, Foster? Are you trying to make us both throw up?" Keefe's words left his mouth before he could think about the fact this was the first thing he had to say to her face in nearly four years.

Sophie didn't reply. Instead, she did throw up, making Keefe jog over to her side, helping her hold her hair up out of the mess. He awkwardly patted her back as she finished, stepping away from the bile before sitting back down on her heels.