Hey guys! sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've had major writer's block, ugh. Imma just cut to the chase, this chapter's going to be short unfortunately, but it will also reveal quite a lot as well so stay tuned ;) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Were they all out of their freaking minds?!

Fitz shook his head as he paced back and forth in front of his little homemade hut within the forest, running his hands through his hair multiple times. What in the hell were his friends and his sister doing in Exillium!? He let out a frustrated sigh, annoyance, concern, and regret spreading all throughout him at once. He honestly thought he'd found a place to escape everyone. He sincerely thought Exillium was the place to go. He knew his friends to constantly get themselves into trouble (especially Keefe—and now, as it seems, Sophie too), but he never expected to end up seeing them in Exillium.

Just what in Eternalia did those idiots do to wind up in a place like this?!

Fitz groaned, damn near pacing a hole into the dirt. Why couldn't he have any luck? Why did life hate him? And most irritatingly, why did he have such stubborn friends? He tried telling Sophie once through transmission to leave, and twice through Aver, but no—that girl was too headstrong for her own good. Fitz shook his head, although it took a lot in him to try and suppress a smile. Despite proving to be one of her more annoying qualities, he found himself admiring Sophie's perseverance—and he couldn't help but feel a little flattered about it too. After all, he was the object of it. It showed that they really cared...

He felt the smile on his face before he processed it. No. He couldn't think like that. Thinking like that would only bring guilt, which would eventually lead to relent, which he couldn't afford to do. If he relented and let his friends find him, he'd justly lead them to danger. Although he wasn't being hunted as of right now, Fitz's senses were acting up. He had that same feeling he always got when he felt trouble approaching; but this was a more—faraway kind of feeling... He found it hard to explain to even himself.

Then again, trying to make sense of his abilities had never really proved to be anything but futile. The whole reason he infiltrated the old Neverseen base in the first place was to try and find out more about himself, try and find some answers—and all that did was create the reason of having to hide at Exillium.

The brunette sighed wistfully as he reevaluated the chain of events. He really did have literally no luck whatsoever did he? But whining about it wouldn't do anything; well sure, there wasn't really much he could do that would help the situation, period, but whining sure as hell wouldn't either so he reckoned he should stop. The one thing he could really do about his situation was hope; hope that Sophie and company would be out of Exillium soon and if not that, then at least stay out of trouble. Fitz groaned as he recalled the fight that had nearly escalated earlier on in the day. It had been his fault that it had all started, and he nearly gave himself away in the midst of it. He rubbed his face with his hand tiredly. If Aver hadn't stepped in, he didn't know what would've happened.

He'd nearly blown his cover when Myrius had grabbed Keefe—after all, nobody messed with his best friend and got away with it—but he managed to control himself from attacking Myrius right then and there. That would have definitely been incredibly suspicious. Fitz took a couple deep breaths to subdue the anger he still felt even just thinking about the moment. He really needed to work to control his emotions if he wanted to remain incognito. Which reminds him:

Speaking of his failure in deception

He was serious when he said that the whole scenario was all his fault: if Sophie hadn't seen him, then she wouldn't have been distracted. Yes, he saw; he knew Sophie caught a glimpse of him—after all, his eye did lock on with hers, even if it was for half a millisecond. Fitz turned away as quickly as he possibly could, but he knew she still saw—and that scared the crap out of him. As the days went by, he had been hoping that Sophie and the gang had lost hope in trying to find him through Exillium. But now that she'd seen him, he knew for a fact that this would just make Sophie more determined.

Fitz couldn't help but feel angry at himself, even though he knew it was going to happen; though the forest had been pretty supplementary with the supplies he needed for the elixir, he had ran out of his last batch of bluumberries and didn't have time to pick another—therefore he had to use one and a half instead of the standard two required to make the mixture. It was a miracle that it still worked, but it didn't come without its flaws.

It was like the effects malfunctioned; the elixir that was concealing his appearance had ceased working on his left eye. Fitz had felt the effect wear off as soon as it had happened, and him, being the dumb idiot he was, had widened his eyes—giving Sophie the perfect opportunity to spot him.

No matter how quickly he had turned away, he knew she had inevitably still seen him. Luckily enough he'd felt his eyes change back to its feigned midnight blue colour, but the damage had still been done. He was annoyed, but he thanked the heavens that it had only been his eye. He didn't even want to imagine what would've happened if his entire appearance changed at once; the height difference, the hair, the eyes, everything—Exillium uniform or not, it still would have been noticeable.

Fitz sighed and sat down on a nearby stump, resting his head in his hand. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this 'Aver' act up.

That's it! Sorry again for it being short, but now we know who Aver really is! I will try and update soon again, though I doubt it because I lack any ideas. Maybe a reveal will come up soon, but i don't want it to be in the next chapter, so maybe two or even three from now. I also have to remember how the plot of Neverseen goes, lol. Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed and don't forget to give me feedback! Thanks :)

-HWC (yep, changed the name)