Project Moonlark: Failed

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Sorry it's so short guys. I'm just happy to finally have a chapter up loll

Somehow the hallways that Keefe lead her down were even more elegant than what she'd seen before. The ceilings were high and covered in crystals, and the hallway walls were scattered with huge pictures of people and families of complete different races and shapes and just overall appearances.  

"Who are all of these people?" She asked. 

"The Vackers." Keefe answered her as he ducked under a low hanging chandelier.

"Oh wow." She couldn't imagine what it would be like to know of so many of her older family members. Sophie hadn't met her great grandparents, and she hadn't even seen pictures of anyone before that. Once again the infinate lifespan of elves hit her suddenly, and her jaw dropped. 

"Wait ... do you mean all of these people are still alive?" 

"Yep. This house had been passed down through the generations, so this isn't even their whole family, just the people who have lived in this house."

They reached the end of the hallway, and the last family portrait looked like it had been taken very recently, and it didn't have the same happy feel to it that the other ones did. Sophie stopped in front of it, recognizing a frowning Fitz, a Biana without her flirty smile, and two adults who looked as if they were forcing themselves to look happy. 

Keefe sighed.

"Those are Fitz and Biana's parents. I'm sure you'll meet them today. And this photo was taken a couple of weeks ago. They had to replace the old one because Alvar was in it."

The scattered singular portraits also seemed to be missing one in the diamon pattern. There was   a man with teal eyes, a beautiful woman with dark hair, an empty space, then Fitz, and then Biana. 

"I'm guessing that's where Alvar's portrait was." Sophie said quietly. 

Keefe nodded, and sped up his walk, so that Sophie almost had to jog to keep up. They reached a room with a dome ceiling, and glass walls. Sitting on the couches was Fitz and Biana, both dressed and cleaned up, which made her very aware of the rumpled clothes that she had slept in last night. Fitz flashed her a movie-star worthy smile, and she felt her face burn up. Keefe flopped onto the couch where Fitz was sitting, and Fitz shuffled away. Sophie decided to take the safer option and sit next to Biana, who gave her a small smile.

"Hey. How was everyones night?" 

Fitz groaned. 

"Awful. I was up half the night getting that stupid box to open. Who knew it would take so long."

Biana frowned.

"Mine only took about 20 tries."

Keefe smirked.

"Beat you both. I got it on my fifth try." 

Everyone turned to Sophie, who felt embarrassed admitting that it had only taken her two. 

Keefe clapped, while Fitz leaned back and glared at him. 

"What did all of yours say? Mine said " i promise to keep an open mind to my world, and to listen when it speaks to me. "

Biana answered her first.

"Mine said Beware the dangers that come with a wanting for revenge, seek justice, not vengence."

"Huh. Mine said Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to face your fears, sometimes it is to back away. Know the Difference." Keefe said.

This time they all turned to Fitz.

"Do not lose your way."