Sophie feels different. But, no, how can she. It was probably something that was happening with her - like puberty. But no. Her body was following a prophecy. She's joined the Neverseen's ranks and become the princess of the Lost Cities. Keefe Sence...
4th November : Lumenaria : Sophie's bedroom : 4:00 p.m.
Sophie had locked herself up in her bedroom ever since late last night. She couldn't bear to meet anyone after that debacle last night. She had lost control and wrecked the whole hall, apparently. She couldn't remember anything after she wore that crown. That stupid Keefe Sencen- or handsome is more like it - he didn't finish her off. Now she was confused and wary on what to do with her life.
She fished out her teal memory log and recorded the events of the previous day. When she found nothing weird, she threw the book to the floor. Why didn't he just kill me? Why do I love him so much? Why is my life like this?
She stood up, gazed out the window and sighed. You can't creep out like this Soph. You gotta stand up for what's right.
She grabbed her small purple backpack and stuffed all her belongings inside it. As in, her clothes (mostly spy wear), her spy goggles that helped her track the person who she was looking for and her special bracelet for literally anything. Let it me cutting a whole in the wall or listening in to someone's conversation. It looked a bit like this:
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She grabbed her satchel and escaped out the window. Once she landed on the sweet, solid ground, she thought that this was it. She was not just breaking orders, she was escaping her old life to start a new one. With Keefe Sencen.
Same day : Shores of Solace : 4:30 p.m.
"Stop fighting!" Everyone was quiet. "Look, I did what I did. You can blame me all you want, but it's past, ok. Sophie's gone. For good." He sighed. He saw how evil she had become. Shoot, he'd fought it. It had Neverseen written all over it. That was Sophie's life now.
"What do you mean?" Keefe had never been happier. "I'm right here."
He leapt up from his sitting place and practically choked Sophie Foster. "Ok- uh - Keefie boy, let. Me. Go." He slowly pulled back his arms and stared at her chestnut brown eyes. "I've missed you." For a moment- just a moment- her expression softened. "Yeah. Whatevs."
She had really changed. You could tell by what she was wearing. A black tank top, with a white skull in the centre. Her jeans were black too, with a bit torn on the knee region. Her boots were high heels with random white doodles on it and her blonde hair fell down her shoulders. She was wearing black hair band and magsidian earings.
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She walked up and down the porch and said "Nice place you have here."
"Thank you, Miss Foster." Lord Cassius strolled onto the porch. Keefe had really pondered over the fact that staying with his father could cause disturbance everywhere in his body. But, he had assumed that Lady Gisela was hunting him. Maybe she still is. She must've sent Sophie to spy on us. He groaned, the nerve of that woman.
He decided to spy on Sophie instead. He whispered the plan to Fitz and spent the entire day by Sophie's side.
Is he spying on me? Maybe I should tell him I'm innocent and he can stop admiring my face so much.
The truth was, he was actually admiring her face.
"Okay, I get that you don't trust me, but spying? Didn't expect that you of all people would stoop so low."
"I- uh - I'm not spying!" he stuttered, finally out of his daze.
"Um, top level spy, remember?"
"Yeah, duh." Of course, he didn't remember.
"You don't remember, do you?"
"No."
"Why do you guys always have to be so different. Look, I'm not spying on you. I ran away. I need answers. Why didn't you kill me? Why are you all thinking I'm your friend? Did I have a past life? Why did that Vacker break into tears when I said I didn't like him? Why do I like you so much? Why-"
"Hold up!" Uh oh. Sophie had slipped about her personal life...
"You like me?" Keefe continued, a sly smirk creeping up his cheeks.
"Well - uh -" BLAST!
That precious moment was lost, and maybe so, Keefe's life.
A/N: Hello! I added pictures to better the story. These illustrations are straight from google, except the doll which I edited with Canva. Pls like, vote and comment on my story. Byeeeeee!!!
