𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦

Ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ

It was pouring rain, and Keefe and Sophie were standing right in the middle of it. Keefe was about to leave her again, and she wasn't going to have it. They were standing facing each other, their fingers intertwined. For once, Sophie was glad it was raining; the rain disguised her tears. If Sophie wasn't so focused on trying to get Keefe to stay, she would have noticed their faces were inches apart, barely leaving any room between them.

Sorry, Foster. I hate to leave you, but this is for the better.

For the BETTER! Keefe! I can't-

This is for the best.

KEEFE! Please stay-you don't know what I went through last time!

Keefe just smiled sadly. He let go of one of Sophie's hands in order to cup her face in his hands.

This pains me as much as it pains you, Sophie. Just trust me and please, please don't be mad.

Sophie was about to reply when she realized that he called her by her first name.

Just stay safe.

I will... Bye Sophie.

In an instant, Keefe was impaled...with fire? No, Everblaze. She could hear the person's wicked laughter echoing around her.

Show yourself!

Gladly...Moonlark.

Sophie nearly toppled over when she saw none other than...

Brant!

Guess again!

And right before her very eyes, Brant molded into... Fintan?

Fintan?

You have one more guess, Moonlark. Don't waste it!

Once more, the figure before her melted, and another figure appeared in front of her, closer this time. She was shocked, so shocked that she fell to the ground. Before she blacked out, the figure told her, "You tried to keep my son on your side, and you failed. How does it feel, hm?"

It was, of all people, Lady Gisela.