Yay! A new chapter within a week of the old one!

I've decided on a strategy of splitting up chapters into two seperate, (possibly) shorter chapters that

A. Allow me to get these out to you faster

B. Helps me preserve my mental health

C. Let me give you more cliffhangers

D. Expand more on scenes that would usually be much shorter.

So it's A Win-Win-Win-Win! I think.

I should make a song about procrastinating called "Procrastination Nation"

Comments!

A very obsessed fangirl: Fun fact: The bronte line and the whole "pit of oil/acid" bit was inspired by a youtube skit about news anchors arguing if America should keep dumping its money in a hole and burning it.

Percabeth,Keeper: I'm going to let you think about what you said for a minute, then get back to me. (In case you didn't figure it out, Keefe was in a coma, but they woke him up early. He went into the coma at the end of Legacy.)

Abubble1: You probably shouldn't swear to the council. They don't particularly like to be cussed at. (cue cymbal crash)

MarellaIsTheBest: She wasn't controlled. Sorry about that.

Loveurfic: This is possibly one of my favorite reviews of all time. I can't tell you my timezone due to the fact that anyone with access to google can figure out which state I probably live in, but I do live in the US, if that helps. I do fully intend to continue the Abyss of Author-Hating if A. Fan is on board with it, once I finish Wanderling. You can check out my other stories, like Kotlc Reacts, and Fluff, Fluff, and more Fluff.

Now, on with the story!

Twenty-Eight

The vision dissipated, leaving Sophie and Keefe back in the chasms. Keefe blinked several times, then looked around. "That just happened."

Sophie put the cache away. "It takes some getting used to, that's for sure.

Keefe stopped blinking, and rubbed his eyes. "So what exactly was I suppose to take from that, Foster?"

"You have the power to save Dex."

"By crying on a tree?"

"Well, yes. Sort of."

"You could have just told me that, you know."

"Well, if I had told you that earlier, would you have believed me."

"I would've assumed you had gone insane with grief and- oh, now I see why I needed that context."

"Told you."

"Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Actually, yes. According to Dayle's notes, along with prolonging the coma, the effects of his biological parents consuming the mixture, which yours did, apparently there could be some unforeseen effects, involving power transfer, genetic mutation, and all sorts of things on the person being revived. It's risky, but we have to get Dex back, no matter what."

Keefe sighed. "I want to get him back as much as you do Foster, and I'm probably the most risk-ignorant elf there is, but there's still a problem. Dex's wanderling was destroyed in the fire. And it'll only work on a Wanderling planted when he was still alive, which we don't have."

Sophie grinned and opened the capsule to reveal a small sapling with a periwinkle tint to it, almost glowing with life. "Well, that's where you'd be wrong, Sencen"

Keefe shuffled nervously. "So how exactly are we going to get my tears?"

Sophie lifted up the sapling to Keefe's eye. "Well, we need a lot of them considering how young this wanderling is, so brace yourself."

"What do you mean, brace mysel- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Stop being dramatic Keefe, I haven't even done anything yet."

Keefe stopped, and shook his head. "I liked it better when you fell for things like this."

"Do you think you can cry willingly?"

"No can do. It's extremely hard to get me to cry at all. Alden's funeral was the last time I'd cried in a while."

"What if I inflict sadness on you? That might work."

"You're talking to a master of emotions here. Inflicting on empaths is notoriously difficult, given that we have more control over our emotions than any other elves."

"Punch you?"

"There's only one place you can punch me that can make me cry, and I'd rather throw myself off this cliff than get punched there."

"Show you your deepest, darkest fear?"

"Wait, hold on. You can seriously do that?"

"No, I can't. I'm just running out of ideas that don't involve stabbing you."

"Well, what about those?" Keefe gestured to the puddle of tears beside him.

"Are those yours? I thought that was just residue from the ceiling"

"Yes, they are. You really think I didn't cry when you told me Biana was a spy?"

Sophie looked at Keefe frustratingly. "Why didn't you tell me about those earlier?"

Keefe shrugged. "I wanted to see what methods you could come up with."

Sophie sighed and handed the sapling to Keefe. "Scoop some tears from the puddle onto the sapling. Stay with it until it does something."

Keefe looked at Sophie curiously. "Aren't you going to wait here with me?"

Sophie slung her bag on her shoulders, and took out her map. "We came into these caverns with a mission, and I intend to complete it. The Neverseen destroyed my life. It's time to give them a taste of their own medicine."