Chapter 30: Time and Other Realizations
Sophie didn't remember very well how they got out of there.
She remembered the frozen feeling in her blood as the words came out of Graeme's mouth.
Somehow, she knew they were one hundred percent true.
She remembered blurs of color, running in slow motion. The world seemed to be spinning, as it always did, but different, somehow, as if she had just really seen it.
Then she was slowly falling, into darkness, though time and space, and she was falling to slowly, it would take her too long to reach the bottom.
Why was she here?
Why was she chosen to be Sophie Foster?
Why was she the one who had this silly, stupid problem?
Why did her mother choose the name Sophie Elizabeth Foster?
Why was she normal when she spoke, when you heard her name, when you saw her eyes, when she interacted with you...
In one world...
But not the other?
Why did the elves choose her specific traits too be...
Abnormal?
Who chose that word?
The prefix of "ab". It was on of the only words that used that prefix as a meaning of "not".
She had never really stopped and considered all of this.
Why society chose these rules, like how brown eyes were different, how ab as a prefix meant not, how they're had to be twelve councilors...
Why couldn't she be kissing Fitz again?
Why was she thinking this all right now?
Because she had time.
Was that her doing...
Or was it someone else's?
Someone...
Who had the ability. Who had to trigger it, because they had the ability.
Graeme Rhys.
Time was a funny thing.
Time gave you answers.
Time gave you time. Time gave you minutes for feelings and seconds for kisses and hours for waiting and days for laughing and moments for life.
Time gave you so much.
What did you give it in return?
You gave it a movie to watch, a purpose to have, to give, to share.
Wasn't that the most wanted thing in the world, a purpose?
Not just any purpose. The right purpose.
Sophie's purpose was not to be a puppet everyone got to play with.
Her real purpose was to fix the broken glass.
The glass that had shattered a long time ago, but the council had hastily glued it before anyone noticed.
But Sophie could still see the cracks, spreading larger and larger...
And then they cracked.
But they hadn't yet.
Not fully.
But no one else noticed the cracks.
They would notice if the glass actually broke, but not if it was just cracks.
Sophie had to fix it. But she had to break it first.