Hey guys! So I'm back. It's actually quite hard not to be writing, so I'm back a little earlier than I had planned. Not the point. Anyway, strawb'ryblondeperriwinklelove had the closest guess. Also, at the end of this chapter, I have a surprise for you!

Chapter 9: Safe Place

POV Ember

I woke up on a hard, bony surface. There were no voices anymore. Had that all been a dream? My eyes came into focus, and I looked up. Keefe was holding me. He smiled. "Oh, your awake! Good." I scowled at him. I had not forgiven him for his trick just yet. "Where are we?" I asked. "Oh, we're riding an alicorn. Don't look down." He warned.

I looked down.

And threw up.

The drop had to be 1000 feet, or so it seemed. My puke made Keefe shift, even though it just fell in the ocean. I sat up, and a giant wing smacked me.

I looked at Keefe, but he just smiled. "Moonlark." He said.

Ohhhhhh.

The obnoxious winged horse had come to visit once, and Faybelle fell in love. She called Silveny's teenage daughter, Moonlark, (Yes, that's her name), sparkle pants. Keefe approved. The blurry white thing must have been Moonlark.

Keefe must of seen me figure it out, because then he moved on to bigger subjects. "Are you ok? I saw your breakdown back there." I nodded. "What happened?" He asked. "Voices." I croaked. Understanding dawned on his face. "Ohhhhh."

"What?"

"Telepath."

"What?!"

"You have a talent! Your a Telepath!"

I could have done cartwheels. A talent! Wow!

But I realized something peculiar. "But the thoughts I heard were all in English. We were in France."

He smiled even bigger now. "That means your a Polygot! Double trouble!"

I smiled with him. Just like Mom, Ember. Just like Mom.

We chatted through the rest of the ride. Moonlark landed and we hopped off. We were at a cave. Keefe put a finger to his lips and smiled. I stared blankly at him, feeling like an idiot. Where was he going?

He crept up to the side of the cave, feeling around the wall. There was a small 'click' and he grinned wickedly. The cave wall slid open, and Keefe beckoned me inside. We were in a long hall, full of beds. Each bed had a white nightstand by its side, matching the color of the bedsheets. We tiptoed down the mustard colored hall, quiet as two mice. We reached a white door. Keefe silently opened it, revealing what could be called a living room.

There was a brown leather couch in the middle of the room, and a table in the corner. A man sat on the couch. I had to stifle a gasp.

Round, wrinkled, and slightly pointy eared, the one and only...

Mr. Forkle.

I stayed in the doorway, staring at him. Keefe crept up behind the couch, crouching down. He slowly rose up, reaching his full height to yell: "BOO!"

Mr. Forkle jumped 3 feet in the air, and screamed. When regained his posture, he looked around at Keefe.

Mr. Forkle scowled. "Oh, you. I was expecting someone else." Keefe smiled and blew him a kiss. "Wait." Mr. Forkle started. "How did you get in here?"

"Do you really think I wouldn't peek when I closed my eyes the first time? It was Foster. She was bound to almost die in there. It's in her blood."

Mr. Forkle's expression turned sympathetic. "Yeah. I heard about-" "Shh." Keefe said, putting a finger to his lips. Mr. Forkle raised his eyebrows, but stayed silent.

"Why are you here?" He finally asked. Keefe gestured to me. Mr. Forkle's eyes scanned me, perplexed. Then they landed on my eyes. "Ahhh."

Keefe nodded. "Mini Foster."

"Uh, I'm right here." I said with an eye roll. I saw Keefe smirk. Forkle's expression softened. "What's your name, 'Mini Foster'?"

I smiled and took my place next to Keefe. "Ember. Ember Calla Vacker." Mr. Forkle's eyes searched me. "Manfested?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm assuming more than one?" I nodded again.

"Can you take us home?" Keefe asked. "Moonlark and two others are outside." Mr. Forkle's nodded. We walked out of the room.

We emerged in the cave entrance, Keefe went to pick up Jaelyn and Faybelle. Mr. Forkle gestured for me to hop on Moonlark, and I did, still wondering what this was about. Keefe stood next to me and put a hand on Moonlark.

Mr. Forkle snapped, causing the ceiling to shake. I covered my head, expecting an explosion or something, but all that happened was a Leapmaster5000 emerged from the ceiling. Keefe called out, "Evergile!" And we all stepped into the light, calling goodbye to Mr. Forkle. We were gone.

Does that count as a cliffhanger? I can't tell. Anyway, my surprise is that I FOUND SOPHIE FOSTER! Me and my bffs have been obsessed with this book series for a year and a half now, and one of my other friends has blonde hair, brown eyes, and pulls her eyelashes out when she's nervous. I'm not kidding here. We also have some suspicions for the rest of the gang, but we have to confirm them. See ya!