Welcome to the third chapter of Moonlark-Less! I have Keefe and Sophie with me today!

Keefe: You have such short and boring intros.

Me: Not my problem.

Sophie: This is going to be one loooong day.

Me: No it's not! Let the story begin!

Me: We'll continue this argument afterwards.

*Picks up glasses and my storybook*

*starts reading Moonlark-Less*

Sophie already knew that joining the Neverseen was the right choice. It had already saved her friends and the alicorns and she was having a blast being with them. Alvar and her just sat on the training grounds for a while, criticizing the others as they trained. Best of all, nobody in the Neverseen criticized her!

She was back in her own private quarters after a rather short day of training. Training for two hours a day with the Neverseen seemed to have a much more positive effect on her abilities than trying to complete her eight hour training marathon. Sophie did feel a little lonely, but she promised herself that she would telepathically communicate with her friends every night. She transmitted a message to all her friends.

Sophie: Hi! You guys there?
Fitz was the first one to reply, since they were Cognates.

Fitz: Are you doing ok with the Neverseen?

Sophie: Yes-

Unsurprisingly, Keefe cut her off.

Keefe: Foster's doing great. She's actually preferring time with the Neverseen over being with us.

Sophie: Hey, that's not tr-

Keefe: You can say it, but I'll never believe you.

Sophie: Please, Keefe-

Sophie felt Keefe sever his connection. Sophie felt her eyes brimming with tears again. How could she let Keefe down so many times over and over again?

Fitz: It'll be fine, I just know it. Keefe's usually a hot-headed jerk nowadays.

Biana: Yes, I agree!

Sophie had to smile a little bit when she heard Fitz and Biana say that.

Sophie: It was great talking to you guys, but I just need a little time to think about something.

Sophie walked to her wardrobe, her every step barely a brush on the ground. She opened up her wardrobe doors and reached for the small chest. She had to do it. How else would she earn the Neverseen's trust? She still didn't really understand what the Neverseen mean by "safe." She wasn't sure how it could keep her safe….

At Everglen, Meeting Room; 11:45 PM

Keefe attention was diverted from everything else. Or at least until he heard a loud THUNK behind him. He turned around and there was little chest. There was no note or anything, just a chest. All the others were asleep, so he decided he would open it in the morning. But….his fingers were practically itching for him to open it.

Keefe placed the chest on the floor. He kneeled down to open it just because he couldn't resist. There was something eerie about it. It just had a bad aura radiating from it. Keefe's fingers were literally trembling with fear as he slowly lifted the lid of the chest. He clutched the chest in the hands, and shakily stood up. He looked inside the chest and screamed. He screamed louder than he had in his whole entire life.

He dropped the chest, but he realized that his fingers were still carrying it. His friends rubbed their eyes and got up out if their sleeping bags. Linh turned around to look at Keefe. Linh's jaw dropped and she screamed, maybe even louder than Keefe.

Everybody else was already staring at Keefe as well. Fitz was the only one who managed to respond within ten whole minutes.

"Quick! Hail the Councillors!" Fitz groped around blindly for his Imparter. "Keefe was acting weird ever since Sophie left, but I never expected him to become deranged."

Keefe half-expected at least one of his friends to counter Fitz, but all of his friends also started reaching for their Imparters.

Fitz found his first. He quickly hailed the Councillors and yelled, "COME QUICKLY!"

Almost immediately, all the Councillors had light-leaped into the Meeting Room. Most of them looked tired, like they just woke up, except for Bronte. Keefe started to wonder if Bronte EVER slept. But his mind went back to the thing he was holding. It was so horrendous, Keefe didn't even want to think about it.

All the Councillors gawked at him in horror. None of them were able to process the unsightly thing in Keefe's hands, even though Elvin minds were supposed to process things a lot faster than human minds.

"W-what is that?!" Bronte was peeking through a finger gap between his index and middle finger. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is."

"It's definitely what you think it is, Bronte."

"It's Councillor Bronte." Bronte went back to covering his face with his hands.

Emery looked downright horrified and Oralie's rosy cheeks were paled.

"Mr. Sencen, would you mind telling us WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? ELVES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PEACEFUL?!" Emery muttered some colorful words.

"I swear, I didn't do this. But you can blame me if you want." Keefe shrugged. "It's not like there's anything too important left in my life anyways."

"Also, would you mind telling us where Miss Foster is?" Emery looked around wildly. "We need to bring her into this situation."

All of Team Moonlark started whispering to each other inaudibly.

"She's not here." Fitz sat back down. "She light-leaped away when she saw Keefe holding that thing. I think she went back to Havenfield."

"We shall handle this in the morning." Emery motioned to the other Councillors and they all light-leaped away at the same time.

Keefe looked down at the thing.

"Guys, I swear I didn't do this! You have to believe me-"
All of them had already turned their backs on him, literally.

He looked at it carefully.

The Severed Head.

He couldn't stop thinking about it…

"Sophie, where are you?" He looked up at the glass ceiling. "I need you right now."

Keefe: So, you're saying that I was framed by Sophie and I didn't even realize it?

Sophie: This story isn't even accurate. I would never do this to Keefe.

Me: That's the point.

Keefe: Whaaaat?

Me: It's called being an author.

Keefe: Whatever. I have no interest in this right-ing stuff.

Me: HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! WRITINGISMYLIFENADYOUKNOWIT!

*looks up at The Hair and gets an idea*

Me: You better appreciate my ability of writing or else...

*Keefe just stares at me blankly*

*Traps Sophie and Keefe in a force field and walks away calmly with my storybook under my arm*

Ouch, that was an uncool exit(Writer's Block)

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