Sophie Switch: Silver Tips| kotlc

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//May 3, 2020//

(This chapter has been edited and rewritten on 23/1/24.)

Word count: 1165

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Fitz POV

Fitz stared, his radiant blue eyes wide with shock, at his pale hands now covered in a hideous burn.

He didn't stare at the burnt skin though- as much as it hurt, it couldn't hurt more than what he'd done to Sophie.

He hadn't meant to do any of that to her.

He hadn't meant to inflict on her in Foxfire, either.

He hadn't had control over his own actions at all, not since he'd talked to that mysterious hooded man for the very first time a few days ago.

He was with Biana at the time, but Fitz was the only one who talked to the man.

He must have been from the Neverseen, and he was blind not to see what they'd been planning all along. It was painfully obvious now.

The Neverseen had a Mesmer, a powerful one at that, and controlled him so they could hurt Sophie- shifting all suspicion onto Fitz, and making him take the blame- his anger made him an easy target after all.

But why?

Why him?

Why only after Sophie started acting strange?

Why was she acting strange?

And...why didn't anybody else seem to notice?

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Fitz sat on a soft, well-cushioned cot, surrounded by towering shelves of vials and whatever else Elwin needed. His head was resting on the delicately carved patterns on the doorway, and he raised his eyes to where a blonde girl lied fast asleep, her outline rising and falling with every breath. Next to her was a golden picture frame, adorned with beautiful patterns. In it was a picture of a young boy with ice blue eyes, messy blond hair, and an ever-present smirk.

He was in the Healing Center, waiting for Sophie to wake up- he needed to apologize, and tell her everything he knew about the Neverseen's plans.

He looked down to his arm, now healed enough that the scar was only a faint scorch mark that trailed from his elbow to the ends of his fingers, where it seemed to be the worst. Parts of the skin were still torn, revealing the bloody mess underneath.

He looked away when he heard a soft groan from the bed Sophie was on.

Her eyes fluttered open to reveal the soft bronze-like eyes he'd grown to admire, and she slowly sat up.

"What's...going on..?" Her voice cracked at every syllable, clearly not recovered from before.

Elwin immediately began to inspect her, checking her for injuries, and a setup of different colored lights shimmered into existence.

"How do you feel? Headache? Throat pain? Feeling drained?"

"I'm just tired, It's fine," she started, "I feel fine."

 She certainly didn't look fine. Her complexion was dull, and her eyes not even fully opened.

"No, it's not fine, Sophie," Elwin argued with a sigh.

"I told you, I'm fine," she urged, looking away, to the door.

Her eyes moved to the entrance. She noticed him, and paused. All she gave him was a dead stare.