Hi guys. I know I haven't written in a while and to be honest part of me just couldn't write. I was losing interest in this story but you guys wanted me to continue and that helped me write this next chapter. I'll try my best to get new chapters out. I'm sorry for not writing, but thank you for everyone who encourage me to write. So here you go chapter three I hope you like it :D

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Keefe jumped off the ledge, landing into Fitz's garden, a garden he remembered playing in long ago when they were friends, before he started hating him. Keefe stole a glance back at the window as the light shut off.

As Keefe walked through the town he remembered why they had started to hated each other.

Is it really my fault? Keefe thought turning a corner looking above him at the night sky. The stars twinkled shedding their light to the world.

How was I supposed to tell him what I saw after he hated me? Keefe lowered his head. What he had said to Fitz wasn't meant for him, well not exactly. He had seen Fitz, but it wasn't this Fitz. No that Fitz he saw was different. He didn't wear noble clothes, though he was dressed nicely. He didn't have embroidered gold, or gems in his cloak. No he was rather normal, not like a peasant. He looked like an average person, Keefe really couldn't describe it.

Keefe knew that this Fitz was different. Those visions he had of were stronger and more frequent, every day at least once he saw this other Fitz, but as though it was out of someone's eyes. Someone who was like him, but also not him.

He had also seen this new noble to town, Sophie in these visions. He wondered if she knew anything about these visions he had, though it seemed unlikely. No one ever reported, or said anything that was like this and even if they did a noble probably wouldn't discuss these matters with a peasant. Thus he had not a very large chance of

Even though Keefe was an empath, and abilities pretty much guaranteed a seat in nobility, he was still a peasant. This was because after his mother had left, to who knows where, his father was guilt stricken. His mind didn't break, but it was hard for him to work his job, so they didn't have a lot of money, which made them fall through the social classes. Keefe tried to get jobs but ever since one of his fights with Fitz, which had left them both with broken noses and black eyes, no one would let him work. He remembered the disappointment on his father's face when he came home from his job and had to tell his father how they wouldn't let him work because of the fight.

Again Keefe sighed. He wished he could understand it all, and even through all of his fights he still kinda wanted to be Fitz's friend. For one Keefe was always alone, and most avoided him like the plague, saying he would only mess with them, as well as their kids. Part of this was why Keefe had developed a shell where he wasn't seem hurt when people made fun of him, this shell was also the reason why he often joked to himself, to hide his true feelings.

As Keefe wandered the streets, with no intention of going home he started going off the path and going into the woods. Keefe often slept in woods, not that his dad minded when he was gone. Even his father called him a disgrace, especially after his fights with Fitz. The woods often helped clear his mind. The peaceful atmosphere also helped him sleep, which he had often had troubles with.

After a while of walking Keefe gazed up at a tree started climbing it, and finally settled into a branch that was as thick as small bed about 30 feet in the air. Keefe didn't mind heights, in fact he loved being high up, it gave him a view of the world. Keefe watched the river underneath him flow, the water reflecting the moon and the trees above it. The faint sounds of nature drifted into his ears and lulled him to sleep.

Keefe saw the new noble, Sophie standing with Fitz. The three of them walked together laughing while walking down a hallway and turning into a large room with tables. Two people joined them, one a boy and the other a girl. Keefe recognized the girl as Fitz's sister as Biana but the other he couldn't tell. The boy looked about 13 and Keefe had often seen him in his visions. He was skinny and short with strawberry blond hair and periwinkle eyes. The five of them sat a table laughing, and Keefe was sure he heard himself teasing Sophie, whose face turned red. Fitz said something but like the other visions he had it was all jumbled words, and he could only hear the laughter from the group. The scene started to fade as he saw Sophie wave him goodbye and then turned black.

Keefe's eyes fluttered open as the morning sun hit his face. Keefe rubbed his eyes and yawned. He sat up and looked around at the forest underneath him.

Another vision, he thought. I wish I knew what they meant… And why I have them, and if anyone else has them… I doubt it. Keefe shook the thought away and hopped down climbed down from the tree. As he hit the ground he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Keefe turned his head to see what it was but he saw nothing. He let out a sigh and took a step but felt something jump onto his back.

Keefe thrashed trying to get away from what was on him and after a while swung his legs, kicking the figure off him. Keefe scrambled upright and sprinted through the trees, hoping he was faster than whatever had been on him. He looked over his to see what was on him and saw a figure in a black cloak.

Keefe's vision blurred and he saw a symbol. A clock. Keefe tripped and fell over, his head pounding. Again he scrambled upright to see the figure approaching him quickly. Keefe sprinted again, and made it into the town where he ran into the crowd, hoping to lose the person once and for all.

Keefe looked around if he could see the figure, but there was no sign of the figure. Keefe sat down on a bench his eyes going to the sky. Something inside Keefe told him that whoever those people were, they knew something about his visions. Keefe just couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.