Yaaaayyy, more KOTLC fanfiction that I shouldn't be working on! But, between you guys and me, I just don't know if that sequel is going to work. I've gone through 36 drafts. 36. And none of them seem to be working. But I'll be updating this one frequently.

"No."

The small, blonde woman in the wrinkled silver uniform clutched her stomach and looked up at her overbearing leader.

"I don't want you to have her."

Mr. Forkle sighed. "Miss Ruewen, it's not a matter of want. We need an embryo, one that's already fertilized. The Lodestar Initiative's child has already been born and is in full health. And besides, you will never be able to take care of a child on your own in your current state. It will make it easier for everyone, including you, if you let us use your baby."

"And let my daughter have to fight for survival over Keefe Sencen?"

"No. We won't let him, at least, touch her."

Jolie's reservations were beginning to fall. "How?"

"A simple operation. Physic will take care of it. We could do it now, if you wanted."

"And she'll be safe?"

"Completely. I have already bought the house next to the humans we've chosen. I will watch over her completely."

"Fine."

Mr. Forkle smiled. "I had a feeling you'd want to help the greater good."

Jolie interrupted. "Her father is Brant."

"Does he know?"

"Yes."

Mr. Forkle frowned. "Complications may arise, but I have a feeling everything will be fine. Unless Brant is, excuse me if I'm wrong, a part of the Neverseen?"

"Of course not."
"Well then, there won't be a problem. And out of curiosity, have you picked out a name?"

"Silvaya Eliie Ruewen. But she'll need a human name, won't she?"

"Definitely. How about…" He scratched his chin in thought.

"Sophie Elizabeth Foster?"

"It's relatively close."

"Well, then. Follow me. Physic moved up here."

"I don't know if we'll see her again."

Brant hugged his fiancée. "It's okay. She'll be okay. And one day, she'll come back to us."

Jolie wiped her streaming eyes. "Thank you." She gave a shaky laugh. "I'm okay now. I guess I should get back to Foxfire."

"Goodbye, then."

He kissed the top of her head, and then she was gone.

But she wasn't okay. Silvie gone now, being tweaked on a sterile table. She'd seen the charts. The Black Swan didn't know what they were doing, really. She knew she was going to die soon. Something had gone wrong with the operation. Physic had said so herself. But she couldn't very well tell Brant that, could she? And she would be so much younger than the Sencen boy, who was already born. Instead of sleeping, Jolie sat up that night, writing for her beloved Silvaya.

You won't know me

But I love you.

You will never meet me, but

I love you with all my heart.

I feel empty without you.

But it will never be your fault.

You'll grow up as 'Project Moonlark' or 'the moonlark' or 'Sophie'

But in my head you will always be

Silvaya. Silvie.

I feel lucky to have known you

Even if I never got to meet you

Because you will do great things, Silvaya.

Your father Brant doesn't think the Black Swan can make you special,

But I disagree.

Because you are made to fight Keefe Sencen.

Your talents will save the word.

Because you are my sweet,

My darling,

My precious,

Silvaya

Eliie

Ruewen.

My sweet,

My darling,

My precious

Sophie

Elizabeth

Foster.

She put it in a box.

A box filled with love.

A box that was forgotten with time.

Left for years in Jolie's closet

And then moved

To Edaline's office.

Dusty.

Dirty.

Shoved in the very back.

Until one day

Sophie

Elizabeth

Foster

Found it.