So I know I have already updated today but I reallywanted to write this chapter. I probably won't be updating this much in the future but for now I hope you all enjoy it. This is a Fitz chapter (Yay!) and it is intense. I hope you enjoy. Since I did a shout out to my first reviewer I thought I should do it for each of my firsts so here it is:

A special shout out to my very first follower, Fangirl7777, you too, are awesome. (Also, I have read your story Titanium, it is also awesome.) (:

DISCLAIMER: ALL CREDIT FOR THIS SUPERB BOOK GOES TO THE LOVELY MRS. MESSENGER. I OWN NOTHING.

Fitz sat on his bed staring at his hands; now clean of any indication of their earlier trauma. No blood, no tears, just smooth, pale skin. He stared for so long that his hands seemed to melt into their surroundings, everything blurring together, as if he was staring into the endless oblivion he felt in his heart.

He remembered waking up in Elwin's office, his father staring worriedly down at him. He did not remember what had happened right away, for a glorious blissful moment the only indication of the magnitude of the issue was the heavy dread settled in the pit of his stomach.

Once he had regained his ability to think coherently he sat up to look into his father's eyes.

"Oh thank God!" He remembered his father chocking out, his eyes watering, "We thought we had lost you! How could you have done something so dumb? You could have been lost!" And all at once it had come crashing back. He had had to hold back a sob.

"Where's Keefe? Is he okay?" He had asked, surprised by the coarseness of his voice, he had not been ready to ask about Sophie.

"Right over here. And he's fine, just a little bit of sensory overload after experiencing…feeling…all…you know." Elwin said from across the room. As Fitz stumbled over to his friend, Elwin grabbed his arm to steady him. "You are not ready to walk yet. Sit down. Keefe is right over here, see, he's fine. Now for goodness sakes sit down." Having noted how tired Elwin appeared he had obliged, sitting in the closest chair to Keefe.

Gathering his courage he had whispered, not sure he was ready for the answer, "What about Sophie?" The stricken looks on Alden and Elwin's faces had been all the answer he had needed. "Yeah, I-I was hoping it had all been a bad dream. I-I can't stay, I'm going home." Ignoring the other's protests he had leapt back to Everglen, knowing Keefe was in good hands.

He couldn't remember how long ago that had been.

He still couldn't believe it. He just could not believe that Sophie's mind had been broken. She was supposed to be special so that things like this would never happen. What was the point to going through all of the trouble to create her if a tiny piece of technology built by a thirteen-year-old boy could break her?

He had always known she was special. From the moment he had seen her in the human museum he could feel it. Every little thing about her radiated tiny, unique perfection. Her disconcerting brown eyes and her unbelievable power. Everything after that was simply confirming what he had already known.

He remembered that day as though it was yesterday. How every decision he made after seeing Sophie wince in pain from the human thoughts was rash and impulsive. She had that effect on him. Running after her, taking her to the Elvin world. He had not needed her to trust him, he had wanted her to. Right from the beginning he had wanted her to believe him; he had wanted to befriend her. And now that may not even matter.

He was crying now, he did not try to stop.

He remembered how Sophie had clung to him, sobbing nearly as hard as he was now as he told her they had to leave her human family before the elves arrived to wipe their memories. He had felt such a strong urge to make her feel better in that moment, to protect her. On a whim he had asked if there was anything else she wanted, anything at all. "Ella."

Wanting to feel that connection to her again he reached for his own stuffed animal, only to remember he had left it in her care.

Fitz stood, unable to bear the weight of the anger and misery and fear and helplessness and guilt and most of all the burning loss coursing through his veins. It was as though rather than pumping replenishing blood and love through his body his heart was pumping stone cold, acidic poison through him, and every beat was a tick on the clock of the time bomb that was him. As if he was on the brink of his entire being imploding in on itself, but would not ever be activated, preferring to remain benign, tormenting him for the rest of his miserable eternity.

Unable to contain it any longer he lashed out; throwing anything he could reach, craving the destruction of something that was not his heart. As he destroyed most of his possessions he recalled how he had done the same thing when his father's mind was broken. But then Sophie healed him. Guilt gnawed at him, he had treated her horribly and all she ever did was give and forgive. But who's going to heal her? He picked up a crystal goblet and flung it at his wall, a satisfying crash indicating it had hit his mirror.

Looking at the remains of the goblet he thought of the first time Sophie had stepped foot in Everglen. She had proven just how powerful she was in one sitting. She was so innocent then. I should have never brought her here. This is all my fault. If I had just seen her brown eyes and moved on she would be okay right now.

These were the same thoughts that had plagued him when Sophie had been kidnapped and presumed dead. Only this time, he had no doubt, it was true.

He needed air; it felt like the room was closing in, suffocating him. He stumbled to his large window, his tears blurring his vision. As his vision cleared he spotted the area where, only a few months earlier they had hosted an aurenflare for the beginning of school. Sophie had looked so beautiful in Biana's red tunic, her hair styled perfectly for her. He should have told her that.

There were so many things he wished he had done differently. So many things Sophie deserved to know. So many things she would never get to experience. No! This cannot be the end. Fitz hated himself for dragging Sophie into this world. He hated his father for making him do it. He hated every member of the council who thought this was okay. He hated Dex for doing this to her. He hated every last person who ever hurt Sophie, whether it was physical, emotional, or simply thinking down on her for being different. But if there was one thing he knew it was that he did not, could not, hate Sophie. She deserved better than to be sentenced to this fate, especially when there was so much of a future for her. And there was one thing that he knew for certain above all else.

He was not going to let Sophie rot in insanity for eternity. He was going to heal her, or he was going to die trying.

So how did I do? I wanted to leave you with that last cliffhanger longer than I did but I really wanted to write this chapter. Was it dragging on or was it iffy in the "good writing" column? I liked it but you never know with you own writing. Please review so I know if you guys are liking this or if I should just stop writing. Also, there is room for one more shout out and that will be for my first fav. story. Until next time,

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