Guess what!? I just finished outlining the entire story which means everything that is going to happen is all planned! No fear of writer's block! Lots of pot twists! Mwuhahahahaha. I also wanted to say that the story will catch up with that last chapter and by then Sophie will be 15 and Fitz will be 17. Just incase you were wondering.

BookButterfly11: YOUR EXCITEMENT IS SO CONTAGIOUS LIKE A STOMACH BUG AT SCHOOL BUT IN A GOOD WAY! Thank you so much and of course imma respond to all these awesome reviews because awesomness requires more awesomness. (:

Evalynleeunwol: Um…I think I know what you mean. So searious and mature? Well like I said it is way future so they will be 15 and 17 which is still young but not THAT bad and they are in like, really epic battle time so you know, tragedy ages you. I hope this makes it a little less weird.

Twinklwtoestbh: Oh my goodness I can see both of those so much! To me I always think of Break Away for Sophie or Back From the Dead in some circumstances.

ForeverFreeFall: Yay! Thank you so much!

Keeper: Yay again! Thank you so much I'm glad you liked it!

Pen. Edge: oh my goodness thank you so much that is like the nicest thing ever! *cries tears of awesomness at how awesome you are*

Forkle POV:

"Why are you even here? You are fifteen. You think you know what love is? You think you know pain? What makes you think you could possibly be of any help to me-don't try to deny it, I know that's why you are here. While your tenacity is thoroughly amusing, it hardly helps with a war on the horizon." He said all of this in a neutral tone, a droll saying that he was simply stating the facts. If only it were that simple.

"And you," He said, turning to Keefe, "You want the truth? Here's the truth for you. Your own mother is the leader of the Neverseen. You can't even see evil in your own home and you're an empath. Why on Earth would I even consider letting you help me? Please, do tell." He instantly regretted saying it. He would have said it in a more…diplomatic way had he been thinking. But he hadn't, and there was no way to make it better. He could see the boy begging to feel an ounce of insincerity from him, any indication that he was lying. See his eyes moving as he pieced everything together, everything starting to make sense. His pale skin had grown a sickly pale and Fitz had run over to his friend. Neither said anything. What was there to say?

He shook his head sadly. Keefe deserved to know. He had a right to as much. His voice held a morbid tone as he spoke up, "Don't you see? I could explain to you everything I know. Every last world shattering detail. Every last fact about this brewing war that is much more significant than you could possibly comprehend. But it would be of no consequence. The war would not end. Sophie would not be back and you would still have no place in this battle. All I have for you is sadness. You have a chance to get away; don't willingly bring yourselves into a war."

Fitz looked up at him incredulously, "So that's it? You expect to tell us something like this, and just expect us to go home? To go about our merry lives like nothing has changed? How weak do you think we are? We don't need to be protected. We are not doing this just because we want Sophie back. We miss her sure, but if there is a war coming, innocent people could get hurt. I'm not letting that happen." Even though he glared at the two young elves, he couldn't help being impressed. Few would be as brave as those two young, broken boys.

Keefe shifted in his friend's arms so he was supporting himself. He was obviously not in great shape, but he was steady. He was past upset, now he was mad. "You just told me my mother is the leader of the rebel group that tried to kill two of my best friends, who is trying to start a world-wide interspecies war. You seriously think I can go home now? I want to know everything. I mean everything. No more secrets. Then, I want to stop my mother. I want to help stop this war. So spill." He couldn't help the budding respect for the elves growing. What could it hurt? The traitors weren't going anywhere.

"Fine. But if we are going to have gruesome story time, I'm sitting down." And he did. Right on the cave ground. After he gestured towards them they hesitantly followed suit. "I will start from the beginning. You are both aware of the whole debacle a while back where the council seriously considered sending the human race away but they voted against containing an intelligent species, yes?" They both nodded, not understanding its relevance. "Well see, no one knew just how divided the Elvin world was at this point, and that decision drove a permanent wedge. Some people were content with the way the world was. Others, such as me, felt improvements could be made but nothing could be forced. Then there were people like…your mother. Like Brant." He could see Keefe visibly wince.

"But wait-Brant? As in Jolie's fiancé?" Fitz inquired, confused.

"Ah, you do not know this either. See, for a very long time there has been growing unrest, long before the rebel groups formed. Social injustices, unfairness that was overlooked and covered up. It played a significant roll in Brant's…downfall." He proceeded to tell them all about Brant, about Jolie, about her death. He wondered to himself, if they looked so shocked now how they would react to the rest of his stories.

"Well, people such as myself began to congregate towards each other. We thought we were just going to fight the system. Do what we thought was right. Some sort of vigilante. In the beginning Gisela, Quinlin, and Prentice were my closest friends, my most trusted advisors. I was the leader of our growing group and they help me plan. I never thought it would get so out of hand."

He paused. The more he said out loud the more it all seemed like his fault. Like if he had just been more vigilant he could have caught the traitors and save so many people so much pain. "Prentice was my right hand man. Quinlin was my apprentice; I taught him everything I knew. After a while we discovered there was another rebel group. A much more radical, much more violent group. Our sole goal soon became stopping them.

"Their goal was to eradicate the humans and any elves that stood against them. They were extreme and violent with little to no provocation. They wanted the planet to themselves. They felt the humans were inferior and they should not have to hide in the shadows while the humans destroyed the world. We-we came up with a plan. A way to stop them.

"You have to understand at this point their numbers and prowess was so impressive that we needed a secret weapon. A way to destroy each and every one of them."

Keefe's eyes bugged out, "Sophie." He whispered horrified.

"Sophie." He confirmed with similar sentiment. "I will always be ashamed of myself for this. For creating Sophie. At the time I did not consider her a child, a person who would grow and love and feel. I have not considered that she could be used as a weapon for the Neverseen as well. All I had seen was a weapon that could potentially incapacitate, break the minds of, or do whatever I pleased with the entire opposing army. I had-

Before he could continue Fitz stopped him, "So all this time that you have been saying you care about Sophie, that she can make whatever choice she wants, that was all crap!? The whole time you just wanted to use her to hurt people! Let me ask you something, how long did it take you to realize you were literally creating a baby to be turned into your own nuclear bomb so you wouldn't have to risk you own butt?"

He hung his head in shame. "I am not proud of what I have done. It has not always been right and it has not always been smart but I have always had good intentions."

"Tell that to Sophie!" Keefe grabbed Fitz's shoulder and told him to go on.

"I-I never thought when I asked Gisela and Prentice to help me in that particular way that Gisela would betray me I-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." It was Keefe's turn to put up his hands. They were shaking. "What do you me about my mother 'helping'. Are you telling me that Sophie-that she's my-that we're-we're-" He couldn't seem to finish the though once he saw the look Forkle gave him. He knew. He looked about ready to pass out or scream and Fitz wasn't much better but they both told him to go on. They would process it later.

He hesitated for a minute. They both looked ready to strangle him and he hadn't even gotten to the bad part. "Prentice, he had wanted to protect Sophie. He had never agreed with me but he felt he was her best chance. He had noticed something off about Gisela I hadn't. When he had been investigating I began to teach Quinlin how to pass into Sophie's mind. He showed so much promise- I had never-. Later I found out it was Gisela who had gotten Prentice arrested. When she finally revealed herself to me, she-she planned to use Sophie. She plans to use Sophie to inflict on a wide enough range that she will turn every creature against one another. Effectively, killing each other off. Anyone else would go mad from the effects of Sophie. See, Sophie has never reached her maximum strength. If she were to, no one would get away. However…neither would she."

"So what you are telling us is that you both created Sophie with the intention of making her kill people and possibly herself in the process!?"

Keefe joined Fitz, absolutely appalled, "That's sick! It-it's demented! Why can't anyone else just stop Gisela!? Why does a 14 year old girl have to fight your battles? Why does anyone need to die!? Why her!?"

"You really don't know, do you" He looked at Keefe curiously and spoke slowly, " No mind is impenetrable. Nothing perfect and no one is immortal. Nothing is impossible. You need to understand that right now. Keefe, your mother, no one else would ever be able to get near her. We still don't know if Sophie is strong enough but she is the best bet. Gisela, she is a Mesmer. And not just any Mesmer, the most powerful and unregistered Mesmer I have ever seen. Sophie is quite possibly the only person alive able to stop her."