Lost In Time Chapter 21:
"Are you ready?" Luzia asked, opening up the portal to 2021. The seven friends stood in silence. "We are ready," Sophie said, grabbing Biana's hand.
"It's what Keefe and Dex would've wanted," Fitz transmitted to both of them. Sophie took a deep breath.
"It's what they would've wanted." Sophie told herself, stepping into the light. But before her foot reached it, the path faded from view. "What?" she heard Luzia say behind them. "Let me try again."
Lifting up her arm again, Luzia attempted to create a light path again. But it wasn't working. Sophie looked back at Marella, a sickening feeling rising in her chest.
"The dark is stronger than the light," Ruy cackled behind them. "You only thought you were free," he said, stretching his shadow fingers towards Linh.
"No!" Wylie yelled, jumping in front of her as Luzia blasted a streak of light towards Ruy.
"Everyone run, we've been ambushed!" Luzia yelled, shaking from the defense Ruy was putting up.
"There's only one thou-oh," Tam said as Alvar and ten others descended upon them. No one listened to Luzia when she said to run. The seven elves have been in so many situations like this before. They stood tall, glaring at the Neverseen.
Wylie was the first to speak. "Me and Luzia will cover Ruy, You guys split up the rest!"
Sophie watched as Fitz and Biana charged towards their brother and two others. Marella was surrounding three elves in a circle with fire. Linh distracted the rest, and Sophie watched as Tam snuck behind them, eventually using a trick he no doubt learned from the Neverseen. Five of the attackers were temporarily blind, allowing Tam and Linh to help out the others.
"Do something Foster," a voice whispered in her mind. But she couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. It was just like when Mr. Forkle died, her friends could channel their hurt and sadness into fighting, but this broke Sophie down. Standing in front of her were the people that took two teenage boys lives. They took the life of her leader, someone who she looked to as a father. She wanted nothing more to just watch them burn. But the most she could do without breaking was watch.
"No," Sophie thought to herself, "this isn't some pity party, you need to get out there. Your friends are risking their lives to get home, you need to help them." Sophie took one step. Another. She slowly started into a full on sprint towards the battle scene in front of her. It seemed the whole world stopped as Sophie screamed. Raising up her arms, she channeled all the hurt and anger the Neverseen had put her through. She thought of Dex. She remembered Mr. Forkle. She prayed for Keefe. "This is for you," Sophie whispered, letting her raging emotions free. She felt everything fly out of her, directing it to the people that caused her this pain. She didn't open her eyes to see who was writhing and screaming on the ground. She just knew that everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND KEEFE! We are literally in the Elf Kingdom like a billion years before we are supposed to be. WE. ARE. STUCK. HERE." Dex was yelling as Keefe layed down on a log.
"You really don't handle problems well do you?" Keefe mumbled, carefully examining his swollen knee. "The fall that he thought should've killed him," he reminded himself. It was by some miracle that the fall only shattered his knee and Dex's wrist. Keefe would kill to have some panake blossoms from Sophie right now.
"Sophie," he whispered, reminding himself of the brown-eyed girl that he might not get to see again. He looked over at Dex. "Do you think they know we're here?" he asked hopefully. But Dex wasn't paying attention to him. Instead he was focused on the giant mob walking towards them. "Um Keefe?" Dex whispered, his face going white.
Of course, there was Bronte and the councillors leading the group. But when they got close enough that Keefe and Dex could make out their faces, it wasn't a look of anger. It was a look of pure fear.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't our fault, don't kill us please we are children," was the only thing Keefe could make out of Dex's rambling when Councillor Fallon approached them. But before Keefe could get a word in, Fallon lifted his hand in silence.
"I don't need apologies, I only need your help," he said, eyes turning grey. Fallon stepped aside, and someone brought a little girl forward. Keefe and Dex looked at Fallon, and he somberly opened the girl's eyes. They were purple.
"Hundreds of elves and trolls are turning up with the same problem, and once their eyes turn purple, they become incoherent." Fallon looked at them desperately. "Kex and Deefe, or whatever your names are, please help us. If we don't figure out a cure I don't know what will happen, I-" he looked away for a moment, but Keefe and Dex knew what Fallon was about to say.
"The elf and troll population, they… we could become extinct."
Author's Notes: Agh guys you have so much patience. School is KILLING ME, but in my free time I can put it to this, which is something I actually enjoy. I promise I will finish this story, even if it takes me a millennia (ahahaha... it won't tho) THANK YOU FOR READING