Sophie's POV

"We had so much to worry about! Everything had fallen apart again!" I exclaimed. Nothing was working, the Black Swan wasn't helping, ogres still stunk, literally, alicorns had to be protected, caches had to be broken into, and my human family was taken!

"Relax Foster, it's going to be okay. I got out of that stupid Neverseen torture session, didn't I?" Keefe had made a point. We managed to track him down with the trackers Sandor had undeniably hidden in his pockets to make sure that Keefe wasn't still with the Neverseen. They hadn't noticed the small patch in Keefe's cloak, which the trackers were hidden in.

"Get the melder!" Biana yelled from her disembodied, well, body. I dove for the melder that they had dropped, before nailing one in the chest. Dex sawed at the bonds on Keefe's arms while kicking a dwarf off Fitz's ankle. I leaped from the cracks in the ground, my legs unsteady and shaking. I managed to land on a hooded person's foot before Sucker Punching their nose. Fires lit nearby, brightening up the dim room and surrounding us with the bright, white, aromatic fires: Everblaze. The scent of burnt sugar stung the tip of my nose, before I remembered. Inflicting. I built up the hatred. Every bitter thought poured out of me like a river. Stina. Exillium. The Neverseen. And the rage. So much rage devoured me, and I melted away. The power swelled, and as the force swirled, I caressed the mental storm before shoving it out. I sighed in unison with the others. The Neverseen were knocked out. They laid in various parts of the dungeon, practically trapped in their own prison. We socked each one of them, so they wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, before leaping away with Keefe. And no sign of my parents.

The flashback stopped abruptly, and I found myself sitting next to Keefe again, leaning on his shoulder. We were in Everglen's guest room, across from Natalie, who was sleeping calmly in her bed, and Biana, Dex, and Fitz were there, doing various activities. Biana was flickering in-and-out of sight, Dex was playing with a gadget, and Fitz was doing his Elven History homework. There was also a major sense of deja-vu. Not only would Natalie be waking up in the same bed that I slept in in my first night in the Lost Cities, but also would have to be introduced to everybody. We would still have to keep it a secret though, as we can't exactly have daily human visits; that was most indefinitely illegal.

"You okay there Foster?" Keefe said.

"I don't know. It's just that there are waaay too many things to worry about, at this point."

"Yeah, I can tell. " A soft groan and a yawn turned our attention back to Natalie. She was awake.