"No!!!" Sophie cried.

"HOW DARE YOU?" Keefe asked/yelled.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" Sophie yelled back.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN?'"

"HUH?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING?"

"IT'S FUN!"

"NO IT'S NOT! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WE ARE YELLING!"

"SO CAN WE STOP?"

"WHY WERE WE YELLING IN THE FIRST PLACE?"

"NO IDEA!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"ASK KEEFE!"

"I'M RIGHT HERE!"

"I KNOW! NOW WHY-" Biana lowered her voice just in case some crazy parents carrying pepper sprays barged in, "Why were you yelling?"

"Why did you yell too?"

"I didn't ask you to answer my question with a question and I asked my question before your question so answer the question and by the way, I am not answering you question because it's a pretty stupid question. The stupidest question of the questions of the question world."

"Huh?"

"Just answer my question! Preferably without a question!"

"I don't care what you prefer."

At this point, Sophie was very amused with their constant bickering.

"You know, y'all might beat Rex, Bex, and Lex's records of the most constant bickering. And nonstop bickering. And fighting."

"She said 'might!' Meaning we aren't beaten!"

"You're proud of that?" Sophie asked.

"I'm the real fighter. And Keefe's just the one arguing, honestly, so I should get the credit for beating the record." Biana replied.

"Liar."

"No-" Biana started, but Sophie cut in with, "Here we go again, guys! I mean, Fitz! Y'all are the ones fighting of course. Now, you can grab some mallowmelt and enjoy the show."

"WAIT!" Keefe yelled.

"Stop. With. The. Yelling." Fitz, Biana, and Keefe said.

"Nevermind that. What do you mean by 'wait?'"

"I forgot to explain what I meant by "How dare you."

"About time."

"Yes."

"Indeed."

"I meant because Foster sounded sad when I told her Dex was Anna. She sounded mad when we blew our cover."

"I liked Anna though!"

Sophie blushed. "Not in that way."

"What if I told you I was actually Anna?" Keefe asked.

"I'd be disappointed and not like Anna anymore."

"I'm offended!"

"Good to know! My life goal has been succeeded."

"You're wasting your life goal with that stupid of a goal?" Fitz asked.

"Hey, it was simple! I obviously can't die knowing that my life goal was unaccomplished."

"But-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Everyone, hide!" Keefe stage-whispered.

No one moved.

"Now!"

No one moved.

"Suit yourself!" Keefe said as ducked under a bed.

"Come in!" Biana called.

Came in was a whole parade.

There were the 12 Councillors, Alden and Della, Tam, Linh, Edaline, Grady, and Wylie.
____________

"I bet they're all here to visit me!" Keefe said breaking the thick silence that had been sitting there.

Councillor Bronte ignored him. "We're here to see Miss Foster."

"Here?"

"Yes, I've been looking for you. I've got some things to tell you. In private." He said, eying the other Councillors, parents, and Tam and Linh.

"Then why'd you bring a parade with you?"

"They wanted to come."

"Sure. Yes. I'll talk to you guys in a minute after I talk to Councillor Bronte."

Bronte closed the door and said "How was your visit to the Forbidden Cities?"

"It was grea- what do you mean by visit? I'm visiting the Lost Cities and going back!"

"You're an elf. You can't live in a human world."

"Says the one who let Lady Cadence live with the ogres."

"She has an alliance with the king!"

"I lived there!"

"Drop it. How was your time in the Forbidden Cities?"

"Pretty good." She lied. She was thankful that Bronte wasn't an Empath. And she hopes that Keefe wouldn't ask her the same question.

"That's good. The Councillors agreed that I should be the one to break the news to you."

"I hope you can repair the news since you've broken it. What news?"

"You might be rather... angry."

"Good to know. What news?"

"You might be surprised."

"Nice. Now, what news?"

"And you might not have thought about it until I break the news to you."

"That's exactly why you should break it! Right now!"
Honestly, Sophie was getting aggravated with this Councillor. Could she trade Bronte in and ask for someone else to break the news?

Probably not.

"Now would be a great time to break the news, Bronte. Or I might throw this pillow at you. You better not underestimate the pain of two fluffy pillows. And be glad they're pillows and not boulders."

Bronte laughed, a cackly noise. "Sure. Here's the bad news: you have been ordered for a Tribunal and you may even be exiled."
______________
Hi! I hope you have a great rest of your day!

Thanks for reading and please comment, vote, and share!

Thanks again!

Somerandomhuman88