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I need— help.

Sophie couldn't feel anything—at all.

She needed air—

Everything blacked out.

"Sophie!" Oralie cried, shaking her harder. "Please wake up, I'm so sorry—" She sobbed harder, tears dripping from her normally composed face. "I—"

She wasn't breathing.

Trix crouched lower and tilted Sophie's head up.

"Trix, what are you doing?" Oralie shrieked.

"Uh, trying to save her?" Trix said drily.

Scrunching his brow in concentration, wind flowed around them. Gathering wind in his hand, he sent it through Sophie, attempting to revive her.

"It's not working!" Oralie cried, hyperventilating. "Why isn't it working?"

Trix's movements grew frantic. "I don't know, Alie."

Whisking the wind around faster, he sent it rushing through Sophie.

Light, blindingly white light shone in her eyes.

Where am I?

Sophie wondered, in a strange, dream-like state.

Safe.

Sophie coughed weakly. "Where am I?..."

She forced her eyes open, to the sight of a hooded Neverseen member above her, and Oralie looking down worriedly.

"Get off of me!" Sophie rasped, feebly thrashing.

"Calm down," A smooth voice drawled. "you're safe."

That voice.

A smooth, rich voice.

"Uh, Alie, is she okay?" The figure asked, whispering to Oralie.

A ghostly whisper.

Sharp sweetness, coating her tongue.

Sickly-sweet fumes, writhing around her.

Red-hot burns.

Grasping hands.

"You." Sophie hissed, glaring at the person who had helped kidnap her and Dex—had helped torture them.

"You monster."

Hot, angry tears welled in Sophie's eyes.

"Wait," Oralie pleaded. "Sophie— let us explain."

Sophie scoffed. "Explain? Explain what, exactly?"

The figure lowered his hood, revealing
burnt-umber hair, golden-brown skin, and dark blue eyes—nearly black.

"We're here to help you," Trix purred. "Unless you don't want us to?"

Biting back her retort, Sophie nodded weakly.

"Fine."

Oralie quickly stood up, looking at Trix as he rose slowly. "Can you lift her?" She questioned, looking worriedly at Trix.

Trix smirked. "Of course."

Gathering wind in his hand, he wove it into a smooth surface, gently shoving it under Sophie to lift her up, prone on her back. "All good there, moonlark?" Trix said mockingly.

"Yes." Sophie gritted out, teeth clenched.

"Trix," Oralie said reproachfully. "Don't tease her."

Sophie rolled her eyes.

"I think I can handle it, Mom."

Oralie flinched. "I only meant—"

Trix threw her a sympathetic glance. Sorry, he mouthed.

Oralie dipped her head in thanks.

Councilor Lyingcurls really did sound better, Sophie thought.

"Where are you taking me?" Sophie said weakly.

"Where do you think?" Trix deflected, walking alongside her floating body.

"Hm, maybe one of your super-creepy Neverseen hideouts that needs to renovated?" Sophie said, trying to channel Keefe's snark.

Trix rolled his eyes. "Our hideouts do not need renovating."

Sophie snickered. "Um, you sure? All the ones I've been to are all musty and dark—and smell like sweaty feet."

Trix grunted in annoyance.

Mission achieved!

Sophie cheered silently.

Whipping his head around to make eye contact with her, he retorted, "Probably because all the ones you've been to you either destroy or leave in ruin."

Perfect.

"Well, yeah, I kind of had to destroy them. They should be deemed a hazard! Like, there was blood all over the walls, a pile of bones... and even worse," Sophie said, pausing for breath—and dramatic affect. "There were neon orange curtains!" She shrieked, a laugh bubbling up in her stomach.

Trix facepalmed, turning away from her.

"Alie, can't we dump her here and leave her for her little friends to find?" He groused, thoroughly disgruntled.

"What? No!" Oralie said, eyes wide. "We can't do that, it's so cruel!"

"Oh, it's so cruel!" Sophie mocked Oralie. "As cruel as pretending you didn't have a daughter, and then essentially wanting nothing to do with her?"

Oralie turned to her, "You have to let me explain, Sophie!"

Sophie snorted. "What if I don't want to?"

Oralie opened her mouth, then closed it.

Good riddance, Sophie thought.

"Moonlark, you're coming with us."

What? With them?!

"Where?!" Sophie demanded, flailing feebly.

"One of our, er—less than suitable hideouts." Trix replied, still tugging her along on a hard sheet of air.

"Oh. Great." Sophie deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "The joy I feel is undescribable."

Trix jostled the sheet of wind—on purpose of course—almost knocking her off. "Yeah," He said drily, "It's just radiating off of you." Oralie smacked his arm. "Just take us there, you dimwit." Trix's mouth dropped. "D-did you just call me a dimwit?—" He said, dramatically clutching his heart. "How could you?"

Oralie snorted. "Please, like you've never called me an insufferable, pink-obsessed, blond ninny." Trix opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. "Fair," He conceded grumpily.

"BUT," Trix yelled. "I wasn't the one who fell madly in love with Gethen the first time I saw him!" Grinning like a maniac, he continued on his monologue. "And, I wasn't the one who had a child with him—that was all you." Oralie's cheeks burned, and Sophie almost laughed at the sight—until realizing she was the child of their, uh, union.

Oh, ew.

"EXACTLY," Trix cried. "Thank you, Moonlark." Sophie flushed, realizing she'd said it aloud. "Er, oops?" She offered sheepishly.

Sophie shot a glance at Oralie, and the blond Empath was red in the face. "I—" Oralie sputtered, flustered. "Um— that was..." She fumbled for words, flushing almost fuchsia. Trix, his eyes twinkling with mirth, continued. Smirking evilly, he said, "And my dear Moonlark, did you know she went on for days upon days about his," he paused. "she said, and I quote, 'perfectly coiffed blond corn-silk hair.'" Trix mimes gagging, leading Sophie to snort in laughter.

"Uh, you're not that bad," Sophie observed, raking her eyes over him.

Well, except for the fact that you tortured me and my friend—which was traumatizing. But this is annoying 'Alie,' so here goes!

Trix grinned winningly. "Aw, same to you, Larkie!"

Sophie gaped at him. "I— Larkie?"

Trix nodded smugly, proud of himself.

"Yup!"

Twisting his head, he look behind them. "Hey, Alie, keep up!"

Indeed, Oralie was lagging behind, skin pale.

Trix rolled his eyes, "Gethen's here!" He yelled. Oralie's head shoots up, and she hurries up to them. "Where?" She asks, out of breath.

"You fell for that—" Trix's laugh falters as he hears Sophie's whispered question.

"Who is that?"




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