Keefe had run away weeks ago, to protect those around him from his new powers, among other things that you still hadn't figured out. Keefe had been a part of Lady Gisela-his mother's- plan to stellarlune. You weren't sure what it was, but she needed Keefe for it. Like, not so long ago, Lady Gisela had a Flasher and a Shade, (Glimmer/Rayni and Tam) blast him with their powers to achieve something. Shortly after that, he had conceived new powers. On top of being an Empath, he was now able to control people with spoken words, which he wasn't very sure about. Also, after Keefe ran away to the Forbidden Cities, you had hailed Dex and he had told you ( After much begging) about Keefe's other power. His ability to tell whether an elf was Talentless, or not.

For weeks you and your friends had worried away about him, until one word had been transmitted into your mind. By who, you weren't sure, but you hoped it was Keefe. The word had been London. Your friends (Fitz, Biana, Dex, Lihn, Tam, Wiley, Maruca, Marella, and, well, not so much Stina) and you had researched where exactly in London he could be for hours, and you finally got it. Now you stood outside a door, about to knock, hoping it was Keefe and not some sleepy old human.

You gently rapped on the door, holding your breath...

And then the door opened...

A blond haired boy peeked his head out the door, his ice blue eyes piercing yours, droopy with sleep. It as Keefe. Finally, after all those weeks you had spent worried. His lips looked like they were going to tilt downward until they lifted up in a smirk. You were still holding your breath. You wanted to fall to your knees and sob, sob because you had missed him so damn much. You wanted to scream your whole vocabulary of obscenities at him for leaving you and your friends neck-deep in problems. You wanted to run forward and wrap your arms around his neck, and tell him just how motherfucking much you had missed him...