Almost Gone- A Keeper of the Lost Cities Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Keefe's POV

In the air was Foster. Except it an older one. Sophie' hair was cut at the shoulder, a hood drawn back from her head. She stood with a crowd of people watching her. She looked beautiful like she had always been, but the spark in her eyes, the innocence was gone. Her eyes didn't sparkle and the bruises under them weren't helping him, as a bad feeling formed in his stomach. The crowd jeered at her, calling her a traitor, and some were defending her. The air was red, something that unusual in the Lost Cities.

From the corner of his eye, he saw at the back of the ground blended in the crowd, was a way too familiar girl. The girl pulled her head down as she listened, but he could spot those eyes any time.

Elbowing Fitz, he transmitted to him, That's her. Fitz turned his head towards Keefe's gaze and then audited something to Tam. She looked like the Sophie that they knew, the one that was almost the same age as them. She looked pained, like the she had something to say, but she couldn't.

Turning to Fitz again, he asked, Hey can you tra-

Already trying. His response was short and straight to the point, another reminder that this situation was very real and very serious. Someone they loved was on the line.

Letting Fitz and Bangs Boy do their thing, he followed back to Foster. The crowds were blurred, not seeing anyone familiar in it, but he could tell that they were elves.

Feeling helpless, he stretched out his ability closer, waiting to the tugging emotion that always happened when he could feel what Foster was feeling.

Just a little bit loser and when he thought he could go no more without splitting, he felt the wave of emotions overpower his mind. A small achievement it was, and the feeling would last if he didn't feel the strange emotions.

There was a closeness to Foster and him. She was wary, like she had been in this moment for eternity. But the most strong was her attitude towards it. She knew what was happening. He turned his attention to the Older Sophie. On a platform raised up a hundred feet of the ground, she was wobbling out words, but he could hear the questions that she was responding towards.

"Where do your loyalties lie?" One screamed out. "How do we know that your on our side?" Keefe wanted to lash out at them, they were crazy of course. He knew his Foster, she would always side where she felt was right. Expecting to her to say something reassuring, she surprised all of them by murmuring, "I--I don't know."

Taken back by her response, he put his attention to the Sophie that was his. The one that mattered right now. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just stared on, keeping her head down, flinching at the words. And that's when he knew.

"That's her," he said loudly repeating himself. When the others didn't look at him, he nudged them and pointed out, "That's her."

When they looked at him, bewildered he explained. "That's our Foster, the one that we're looking for her." He glanced at Fitz, a plan forming in his mind. "You tried calling out to her, right?" His teal-eyed friend nodded. "And she was blocking you," he guessed, putting the pieces together.

The only way that she was going to notice, or even move right now was if they took action right now. Keefe made them look at the paralyzed figure in the crowd that was their friend, "If I take all of Fintan's shadows in her mind, then she'll probably wake up. Tam will put them into mine."

When they realized what he meant, Tam who had been silent all this time interrupted, "You realize that I have to agree with this. No matter how much I dislike you, why would I just put Fintan's shadows in you?" He smirked, knowing that he'd won Fitz over.