A/N: OMIGOSH I'M SOWWY! I haven't updated in AGES! Enjoy!

12/12/2017

"I have to go!" Sophie protested to Keefe, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"You can barely walk!" He screamed.

"I don't have to! I can inflict!" She countered. Then she hopped off the bed without complaint showing her now tremble free legs. It's amazing how an attack can suddenly change your legs and you can actually walk now.

"What if someone comes?" He pleaded.

"I'll have a crystal. Or teleport. Why am I even asking you?" She collapsed back onto her bed at Havenfield.

"Because I have the crystal." He shook it in the air as high as he could.

She reached into the air as high as she could before she gave up. Then she steadily levitated up, up, up, higher into the air, pushing against gravity as hard as she could and launched herself at the crystal.

Snatching it from his hand triumphantly, she flashed him a smug smirk.

"Look who's got it now!" She sang. Lifting it up to the light, she dragged her - and Keefe - into the battle zone.

...

Neverseen. The only thing there was the Neverseen.

Besides Sophie and Keefe, of course.

Not that the Neverseen knew.

Or so Sophie hoped.

They hid in the shadow of a large dome of snow, where agents lurked nearby.

    It was impossible to tell what they were doing in the snowy, jagged mountain range, and Sophie shivered, wrapping her cape tighter around her shoulders.

    What are they doing? She transmitted to Keefe. What's going on? She glared at her shoes sinking into the stupid snow gathering from the sky, light flurries fluttering.

    I dunno Foster, was his only response.

    She scowled as she saw him. Fintan. He was accompanied by another agent, and they seemed to be monitoring the situation at hand. Fintan's eyes burned with a hunger, a hunger to light the flames that would destroy. Everblaze. He shouted at the 10 or so members who seemed to be dropping things and burying them in the ground.

    The round mountain area was packed with fluffy snow and gray, jagged edges of the mountain protruded from the edges.

We'll never be able to take them ourselves, Sophie noted.

We don't have to! Look! He gestured madly to a crowd of goblins sparkling into view.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw someone blink in and out of view. But seconds later, Keefe was shoved into the cliff wall, mouth open, eyes screaming for help. He had a white knuckles grip on two hands blocking his airway as he attempted to pry them off.

Her legs sprung, arms out, aimed for the invisible force. She managed to wrestle what appeared to be a Vanisher off of Keefe before a sharp pain in her hip erupted like Pompeii, spewing pain everywhere on her. She stumbled back into the rock face before gathering the emotions deep in her, every bitter moment replaying in her head as she let the ball of fury out, hurling it in where the footprints in the snow led.

An body sized imprint appeared in the fluffy snow, while he blinked in-and-out of sight.

Only it wasn't a he.

The familiar black cloak surrounded her shoulders, the eye that haunted Sophie's dreams pinned on her upper arm. Midnight black hair was tied into a tight ponytail, peachy skin contrasting with the cloak. Her features were sharp, paired with a slender body. Her cheekbones were accentuated with wide cobalt blue eyes. There were no injuries of note. She looked young, about Sophie's age, 16 or 17 years old. She felt her fists clench as she spotted Keefe staring at the girl.

We need to get this girl somewhere else. A body will attract way too much attention, Sophie transmitted to Keefe.

He nodded silently. His fingers grazed over the black cloak as he gently grasped the girl's shoulder, peeling off the cloak. He held it out. Sophie's eyes were only focused on one thing: the eye. She despised having to look at it, nevertheless wear it. But Keefe would make a fit, so she wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling the hood over her head.

An agonized cry brought her attention to the battle at hand. An elf was wounded. Shouts were exchanged between the two different species but neither agreed to consent. The goblins argued on the Council's behalf, and the elves argued on their own. An attack would break out momentarily. She was sure of it. Goblins would first attempt to settle things without the violence, and then lunge in on the Neverseen. But it wasn't by surprise. The Neverseen would always be prepared for it. 10 steps ahead of the Council. But the Black Swan had won their battles. Literal battles included.

Contact the Black Swan, She transmitted.

Ok. He reached for his Imparter typing a brief message, fingers moving across the tablet rapidly. Got it.

Forkle? She asked.

Tiergan.

She nodded.

The Imparter buzzed in his pocket erratically.

He handed the small black cube to her.

We're on our way.

-B.S.

Seconds later, the ground vibrated, beginning to rumble under their feet.

Looks like they're bringing in the big guns, Keefe notes.

Dwarves, She responded.

This is gonna turn out to be a disaster, She said.

It has you involved. Of course, it's gonna be a disaster. That's why I like hanging out with you, He smirked.

She elbowed him.

But she meant what she said.

Keefe was joking, but she knew she had put her friends in danger numerous times.

It kinda stung.

But it would be a disaster.

Bigger than when she read Dimitar's mind.

A/N: Sheesh, Vivaldi! Get a longer chapter! This one sucked!

Sowwy... But votes and comments are appreciated. :)

What do you think?

Disaster?

Dwarves?

Black Swan's coming!

Any predictions?

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