A/N) Welcome back, my wonderful readers, to another chapter of Caught In Between! *coughs* And, before we get to the interview, I just wanna say thank you to Lilstar (Guest) and Hello (Guest) for reviewing on my last chapter!
Lilstar: I'm so glad you like my story! Thank you so much for reviewing!
Hello: To answer your questions, which, btw, I'm am extremely glad you asked . . . Yes, i honestly do think that the Neverseen would be this nice to Ebony, since she is technically their own creation and she is a powerful elf on their side. I feel like if they weren't nice to her, she could overthrow them in, like, two minutes. And, I'm sure Gisela is getting a bit lonely with all the idiots on her side, so she's happy to have Ebony as an ally. And, about Ebony's parents? Yeah, i'm leaving you all in the dark on that one. For now, at least. To be honest, I'm leaving you all in the dark about a lot of things.*Cackles evilly* But! I am so happy that you gave me some suggestions for the story, Hello! And, on that note, please welcome our next special guest, Grady Ruewen! Yay! I got his name out in time!
Grady: *chuckles* I didn't want to be rude.
Me: Oh, thank you. I greatly appreciate it. *coughs*
Grady: *nods and looks around* So, uh, was there a specific reason you wanted to interview me, or . . . ?
Me: *perks up* Oh, yeah! So, not only because Hello suggested it *waves at Hello* but also because . . . I wanted to get some dirt on Sophie. Hehehe.
Grady: *raises eyebrows* Excuse me?
Me: *rolls eyes* Okay, not that much dirt, but just a little. So *conjures up two chairs and sits in one, positioning my hands like and evil dictator* what do you think about Sophie's boy issues, hm?
Grady: *slowly sits down as I drum my fingers together* So, I'm not the only one who sees it, then?
Me: *laughs darkly* Oh my, Lord Ruewen. Everyone sees it.
Grady: *sighs with relief* Oh, thank goodness. Well, to be honest, I think Sophie should wait until she's at least thirty before having a boyfriend or applying for her scrolls. But, then again, I thought the same thing with Jolie, but she didn't wait either *becomes silent at the mention of his late daughter*
Me: *becomes serious with pure sympathy* I'm sorry for your loss, Grady.
Grady: *nods* thank you. *clears throat* But, anyway. I've always seen the strongest connections between her and Fitz, and her and Keefe. I knew that Dex had had a crush on Sophie for the longest time, but I had a feeling that she didn't feel the same way. So, the fact that they've managed to work it out and still stay best friends *shakes head and smiles* that's something that not many people can have.
Me: *nods in agreement, turning back to my evil self and stroking my chin* Do you ever feel even the slightest bit concerned for Sophie? I mean, considering the fact that so many boys have fallen for her, and yet she has continued to be absolutely oblivious about it all? *coughs*
Grady: *thinks for a moment* I think . . . as much as I hate to admit it, Sophie can take care of herself. She's a smart girl. She knows what's right and what's wrong. And, even though she doesn't necessarily confide in Edaline and myself about her boy problems, I know that she'll come around eventually.
Me: *nods*
Grady: but that doesn't mean I still won't play the role of overprotective father
Me: *shakes head quickly and grabs arm rests, leaning forward and locking eyes with him* Never. Ever. Give up the role of overprotective father! It's too hilarious to lose!
Grady: *stares at me like I'm temporarily crazy, and nods slowly*
Me: *goes back to evil mode, conjuring up a fluffy black cat and stroking its fur* Good. Now, moving on, who do you prefer for Sophie: Fitz Vacker, or Keefe Sencen?
*Grady opens his mouth to answer, but is interrupted by a loud clap of thunder*
*Sophie falls into the scene*
Sophie: *stands up quickly and points at Grady, through clenched teeth* Do not answer that question!
Me: Aw, but this is where things get juicy! *cat jumps out of lap and runs away*
Sophie: *stares daggers at me*
Me: *glares back, unphased*
*Ten minutes later*
Me: Ha! You blinked! *turns to Grady* now, answer the question!
Sophie: NO!
Me: YES!
Grady: Maybe we should move onto the next chapter?
Me and Sophie: STAY OUT OF THIS!
Grady: BUT I'M THE ONE WHO'S BEING PRESSURED INTO ALL THIS!
*Everyone starts arguing*
*Keefe enters the room in a black suit and tie and starts to talk calmly as we freeze behind him, is also holding the cat*
Keefe: *strokes cat's fur gently* We apologize for the inconvenience. We seem to be experiencing technical difficulties. Please move ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Chapter 37
"I just don't know what got into her," Biana told the others at the end of lunch at Foxfire. Well, minus Fitz and Keefe, who were at the Gold Tower. "Do you think I said something wrong?"
"I'm sure she's just overwhelmed," Sophie assured her. "To be learning all those new things and then learn that a bunch of elves she just met-and didn't seem to trust her at first-now want to be her friends? I would freak out too."
"Maybe."
"Do you think we should still head over?" Dex asked.
"Maybe we should give her some space," Tam suggested.
"We could try again on the weekend, that way Fitz and Keefe could stay longer than if it were a school day," Linh added.
"That might be best," Biana agreed. The bell chimed, and the prodigies all stood, bustling about to get to their sessions on time. Sophie's next session would be Inflicting with Councillor Bronte. Now all she had to do was act natural and not make it seem like their hiding another elf at Everglen who's a potential threat . . .
Wonderful.
…
They want to be my friends, apparently. I don't believe it, though. They're probably just trying to do what I am, getting me to trust them to get the dirt on me. I don't know what to do. Maybe I should take the opportunity to get closer to them to figure out more about these Black Swan people. Yeah, I think that's what I'll do.
I had no idea how to close a journal entry, so I simply put:
~Ebony
That works, right?
…
Day 4 in the L.C.
Things haven't been very exciting, other than the fact that today was my second day of homeschooling. The didn't come over yesterday, but Biana told me they would come on the weekend. That's when I would need to start gaining their absolute trust. Although, Blond Boy Beauty would be a tough one. He didn't like me as soon as I posed as a threat to Blondie, I bet, so his trust was way out of my reach. But I'll figure it out somehow . . .
Della spoke to me last night before bed, trying to perform some sort of heart-to-heart that I was not ready for. I'm still trying to get used to hugging her everyday, goodness! What is it with people and hugging? It doesn't seem weird at all? But, anyway, I think Della is trusting me more, which is a good thing, I know. But I also hate it. The Vackers seem so nice. Biana keeps on trying to get me to wear a bunch of fancy clothes, though, but, luckily, I managed to get her to give me black and gray tunics and tights. It's all I really wear. Della said she would go shopping for me tomorrow. But it's only Day 4. Oh, well.
Until next time
~Ebony
I had a clever way of hiding my journal. It was kind of like the way that the elves seal a bunch of stuff with their DNA, but mine involves a force field. I would pick up the book and press each palm on either side, my fingers spread out and the tips pressing down on it. Then I would concentrate and push out the energy for an invisible force field, letting it pour out and spread across the journal until it was gone. But I was still holding it. Now, I usually wouldn't be able to hold a force field without my absolute concentration, or at least most of it. But I did manage to figure out how to hold a force field, even without thinking about it. It happened one night in L.A.
I was about fourteen, and there was a horrible rainstorm. No one would let me inside to their buildings, so I was left outside in my alleyway. I was able to make a force field around myself, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it all night. That's when, somehow, I just knew what to do. I somehow just knew that, if I licked a part of my force field-giving it my DNA-and let the white energy absorb it, it would stay around me, adjust to my movements, and protect me even when I wasn't trying to keep it up. I have no idea how to explain it any better than that, the same way I have no idea how to explain how I know about all these tricks I can do with my abilities.
But I was glad I had them.
I gave the now-invisible book in my hands the tiniest lick, the force field and the book turning visible for a split second as it flashed a bright white, indicating that it was absorbing the DNA, and then I set it down on a corner of my desk. And just in time, too, because Biana opened the door the next second to get me for dinner.
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"That's . . . a lot of clothes." I gazed around what used to be the living room, but what now looked like a giant closet. So. Many. Clothes. Why on earth would I need all of these?!
Tunics and dresses and tights and leggings and capes of all colors, styles, and lengths. Boots with heels or none, some knee-high, others ankle-high, and all the others in between. Different shoes with different styles littered the floor. There were white, unopened boxes that just indicated there being even more clothes. Frills and ruffles and huge skirts that screamed Don't wear me, I know you'll hate it! Others were simpler, much to my relief. Different patterns and jewels and fabrics, shapes and fits and seasons.
So. Many. Clothes.
"I thought we could take a break this morning from school," Della told me with a smile. She gestured around the room, spinning around and sending her deep blue skirt floating around her. "What do you think of your new wardrobe?"
"Hold on, all of these are for me?" My mouth dropped open when she nodded. "Are you kidding me? Whoa . . . I don't need all of these, though."
"Perhaps, but I did get a little carried away," Della agreed. It took all I had not to scoff and say "A little?" I mean, she did go through all that trouble to buy me all of this.
"How much did this cost? I mean, I get this feeling that you guys are super rich, but this must have cost a fortune." I gazed about the large, clothes-covered room.
"Perhaps on human standards," she answered. "But elves are born with their own birth fund, with up to five lusters." (I think)
"How much is a luster?"
"About a billion."
"DOLLARS?" My jaw was doing a lot of dropping today. To even think about having that much money . . . Whoa.
Della nodded. "It's all kept in this cube here." She took out a small green cube from some hidden pocket in her skirt and held it up. "Whenever we buy something, all we need to do is scan it, and then it's bought."
"So much money," I mumbled, staring at the cube. My L.A. life insticts wanted to grab it and run, but I knew I shouldn't. "Wait a minute, if you have all this money, then why do you guys have jobs?"
"What else would we do with all our time?" She shrugged and smiled sweetly. "Now, let's get started, shall we?"
"With what?"
"Trying all this on!"
Oh no.
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"How can we trust the girl?"
"Yeah, and why are you so much nicer to her than to us?"
"For all we know, she could be tattling on us to those Black Swan idiots as we speak!"
"Enough!" I shouted. Goodness, the people I work with these days are can be so frustrating sometimes. Even Vespera can be a bit challenging. "Do you doubt my ability that much!?"
Alvar looked like he wanted to say yes, but my glare shut him up.
"This girl is the key to everything," I continued. "And once we unlock her final ability-"
"And if it actually works," Fintan grumbled.
"She'll be more powerful than any elf to ever live-even the Moonlark herself," I finished.
"That just means she could turn on us whenever she wants to!" Ruy reasoned.
"But she won't," I assured them. "She's beginning on our side this time. She will learn our ways, know that we are the ones who are right, rather than having her switch sides like some of the others." I'll admit, I still hoped that one of these days, my son would come to his senses and finally come to join the Neverseen for real and live up to his legacy. But the boy is just so stubborn, it's hard to believe he might ever cooperate.
But that's why we have Ebony.
That's why we have Project Flareadon.
To destroy the Black Swan, Project Moonlark, and fix our world once and for all.
A/N) KEEFE, UNFREEZE US!
Keefe: Nah, I'm good. *Plays with cat*
Me: *tries to rolls eyes, but physically can't* Oh, hey, our readers are back! Sorry, but Grady, Sophie, and I are currently frozen due to the doofus in black over there. *Looks at Keefe* How are you even doing this, by the way? I'm supposed to be the one controlling all of you!
Sophie: Wait, what?
Keefe: It's Hollywood magic!
Grady: *grumbles things about That Boy*
Me: Keefe, seriously! You aren't just pissing me off, but you're losing Daddy-Permission Points too! *through clenched teeth* Now, Let. Us. Go.
Keefe: *snaps fingers and we all fall to the ground*
Me: *hops up like nothing happened* Okay! Back on track here . . . Oh! Did i mention that we have reached over 7000 views? *coughs* I forget, I've written this chapter over several days and I am currently watching the newest Mission Impossible for the second time, so . . .
Sophie: They still make those movie?
Me: *nods* Yeah, and it's so good! But, anyway, i hope you all liked the chapter! And I wouldn't have reached those 7000 views without any of you! So thank you! *coughs* I'll let Grady off the hook for the question from earlier because, well . . . *Glances at Keefe and Grady, who are currently having a glaring contest* hehehe . . . he . . . he . . . Alrighty, then! Don't forget to review! I love hearing from you guys! So, uh, *hisses* guys!
*Grady and Keefe blink and look back at me while Sophie rolls her eyes*
Me: What do we say?
Everyone: UNTIL NEXT TIME!
Sophie: Can we go home now?
Grady: As long as That Boy doesn't come either.
Keefe: *smiles sweetly* I just love all the warm, fuzzy feelings I'm getting from you right now.
Me: Just leave already. I've had a busy day, and I'm recovering from a cold. Let me watch Mission Impossible in peace.
Keefe: Elwin can get you an elixir for that cold
Me: Wait, really?
Keefe: Come on, let's go to the Healing Center *offers me his hand* Aw, but it looks like we won't be at Havenfield until later.
Grady: *Under his breath* That should give us enough time to barricade the doors . . .
Me: *coughs* Let's go
*everyone light leaps away to their destinations, and you review on this chapter. Hopefully.*