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Okay so I wanted to write some other fanfics in addition to this one because I had some good ideas but I want tostart with one shots for the ships but I don't know wich one to do. In the future I may do one shots for different teams but I want to start with one. SO YOU GUYS GET TO PICK. Dex, Fitz, or Keefe. You can leave a review or PM me with your answer. Voting will close June 3d, which is 2 days from now. If you have suggestions on where you want the shot to take place I will consider them.
Shout out to the awesome Reyna Kane, the first person to favorite my story. (:
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It is with our deepest regret that we inform you that Sophie Foster has been lost to all of us. Due to special circumstances a memorial service rather that a planting will be held in the Wanderling Woods for all who wish to pay their respects.
Fitz held the small scroll with shaking hands. As he felt his muscles tense and his eyes burn he spotted a blotch on the paper where someone who had read it had dropped a tear. How could a few lines of black ink be so damaging, we all knew this was coming? But he knew why. It was not the words written on a scroll that did this to them but what those words symbolized. Lost hope. They were giving up, just like that, all so eager to give up on Sophie.
Fitz balled his hands, not caring that he was crumbling the scroll. I will not give up on her! Ever. Throwing down the scroll Fitz stormed out of his home to Everglen's large outdoor estate. Running now he was gasping, as though despair had deflated his lungs and the outdoors were opening them to receive oxygen again. His senses sparked to life and the pain he had been feeling seemed to dull ever so slightly. Nature had always been his escape.
That is, until he ran to a familiar spot in the forest. His blood ran cold as he stood a few feet from the tree Sophie had jumped into when she first showed her teleporting, though they did not know it then. Nostalgia laced with grief flowed through him. He remembered how he had caught her then, in his arms. How he so desperately wished she was there now, safe in his arms. I swear if I get that back I will never let her go.
"Couldn't handle being around everyone either?" Fitz heard a familiar voice say. He followed the voice to see Keefe flashing him a sad grin from up in the tree. "Hey" He said, "Come on up." Keefe gestured towards the branch. Seeing no reason to oppose Fitz shrugged and climbed up, sitting next to his friend.
"How are you feeling?"
Keefe's lips tugged up to his trademark smirk but it looked forced, "Great just great! What on earth could possibly be wrong?" Fitz frowned, "Weeellll, if I must search for something wrong it would be how there is nothing fun to do around here anymore. Seriously, its like someone died-" He stopped abruptly, pain flashing in his eyes but it passed as suddenly as it had come, "You know what, I want to go do something, preferably illegal, preferably to the councillors. You in?"
"Keefe, what are you doing? You don't need to pretend around me."
"I'm not pretending, but if you want to sit around on your bum and cry at a funeral that's your choice."
"Keefe! How could you say that?"
"So are you telling me you want to go to the memorial? You want to go to a second funeral for her? I can't do that Fitz, I just can't. We have been to the Woods way too much lately. What will be different this time? Just more fake tears and people trying to console you, but they just make it worse."
"Of course I'm not going." He shook his head, "I have no intention of paying my respects to someone who is not dead. Not for Sophie, she deserves better than hundreds of people who hardly care that she is gone acting like they have the right to mourn for her. I'm not ready to give up." Fitz stood in the tree, looking at his surroundings. How could such a beautiful world hold such dark secrets?
Keefe stood too, just before jumping down he turned to face Fitz, "Then come with me." And he did.
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"So, what are we going to do?"
"We are going to breaking into the Sanctuary."
Fitz stopped walking, "Wait, what? Keefe we can't break into the Sanctuary! Are you crazy?"
"Well duh, I thought we had already established this. And, yes we can, I have a plan." He smiled deviously as he swung his arm around Fitz's shoulders, "And it all starts at this funeral."
"I thought the whole point of this was to not go to the funeral." Fitz said as he removed Keefe's arm, "And why do you want to go to the Sanctuary so badly?"
"Because it would be epic to get some sparkly alicorn poop to leave as a surprise for the councillors all while beating their precious system." But Fitz could tell he was hiding his true intentions.
Rubbing his temples Fitz conceded, he wanted to keep an eye on Keefe. He was worried about him. Neither would openly admit it, but they both knew how the other felt about Sophie. "So what's our plan? Why the funeral?"
"Well," Fitz repressed a sigh as Keefe began talking like Fitz was a child, "First, you are going to distract you dad so we can get his imparter. Then, I am going to call an elf named Juken using Alden's voice and say the council wants us to check up on Silveny. He won't question it because he doesn't want to get in trouble with the council. Then we're in. Vala."
"Alrighty then. Let's go to a funeral."
Yay, only one more chapter until Fitz visits Sophie!Did you guys like Keefe, don't worry there will be some heart to heart in the next chapter. I meant to write this and the next as one chapter but I realized that would be a really long one so I split it up. Questions concerns? Please review. Hope you liked this chapter. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!
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