_______________________________________ Links! _______________________________________ Next: Shalt come soon :> Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/890164270/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807623373/ ________________________________________ ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Start of chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ Sophia was getting nonstop calls from her mom--or should she say the stranger she had been living with for who knew how long. It was frustrating. No matter what she did with her phone, the calls just wouldn't stop coming. It was so annoying, and it made her suddenly wonder if her m--no, that person had done something to her phone to make it so she couldn't block the calls from her. Finally, she had had enough, and she stormed down the stairs, carrying her phone. Jake was downstairs in the kitchen, rifling through the pantry. "Do you have a hammer or something?" she asked, holding her phone up, which started to ring again. Jake turned to look at her, a surprised look flashing across his face. "Uhh, you're really sure you wanna break that?" "Absolutely," Sophia said. "This thing will not stop ringing. It's so annoying." "Who's calling you?" "My...the person I live with," Sophia muttered, frowning. She checked the number just to be sure and blanched. "What?" Jake asked, frowning. "Uhhh, I...nothing?" she squeaked, staring at the number she had accidentally called too many times in shock. Jake raised an eyebrow. "Sure seems like nothing." "It is nothing!" she said defensively, scowling. "Anyways, hammer?" Jake glanced at her phone again--which was still on, she realized. His eyes widened when he saw the number. "Whoa, how did you get that number?" "I didn't," she said grumpily. "I accidentally dialed it and now the person who owns it won't leave me alone. Hammer?" Jake hesitated, before he said, "Fine. There's one in the garage, you should be able to find it easily. Just please clean up afterwards. I don't want any glass or something stuck in my foot when I go out there." "Of course," Sophia replied, heading out to the garage door. She easily found the hammer and set her phone on the ground. She raised the hammer above it, ready to smash the phone, but suddenly she heard a beep, and her voicemail went off, starting to play something on its own. "Is it recording?" a determined voice said. A familiar one. "You heard the beep, didn't you?" scoffed another voice. "Alright, whatever. Hopefully the person who is listening is who we're looking for. Sophia. Listen, you're in danger. Really big danger. And we're trying to help you, but we can't if we don't know where you are. So you need to help us out...if you want to survive." "Geez, dreary much?" said the first voice, and now Sophia could recognize an accent. "Hmph. Listen, Soph, if you want our help, then meet us where it happened. You should know. We'll bring proof that we're on your side. Buh-bye now." And then it ended. Suddenly torn, Sophia put the hammer back where she found it and picked her phone up, blowing out a breath before she headed inside. They said to meet them "where it happened." Which meant where Sophia and her sisters had gotten kidnapped. "You didn't do it?" Sophia glanced up at Jake, and then looked at the burner phone in her hand. "Umm, no, I decided not to," she muttered. "Turns out I still have some important stuff on there." "Okay?" Jake said, raising an eyebrow. He watched her head upstairs and probably guessed what she was doing. "You're leaving?" "I just gotta do something real quick," Sophia replied, grabbing her bag from the room she was staying in and darting downstairs. She heard a light thump but ignored it. "Do you want me to come with you?" Jake asked, looking concerned. "I don't have anything to do, after all." "Ah, no," Sophia said, grimacing a little. "I'll be fine. I'll be back hopefully sooner than later. See you soon, Jake." "Bye, Soph," Jake replied, watching her curiously as she winced before heading outside. After a long while of walking around and trying to find the spot she had been told to meet up, Sophia suddenly started to feel like she was being watched. Sophia tried to hide her nervousness as she ducked through an alleyway into a clearing, pausing when she looked up, noting a zipline above. "Okay," she muttered, turning away and pulling out her burner phone from her bag, which she had decided to bring. She checked it for any missed calls and grimaced when she saw that she had over fifty from her "mom." "Sophia." Sophia tried not to jump as she swiveled around, narrowing her eyes as a girl at least two years older than her walked out of the alley. She had dark hair and dark eyes, along with a determined look on her face.
”*°•.˜”*°• Chapter Continued •°*”˜.•°*”˜ "You got our message," the girl said, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket and raising her eyebrows at Sophia. Sophia hesitated, adjusting the strap of her bag that rested on her shoulder. "I did. So...why would you want to help me? Who even are you?" "But the question is who are you, isn't it?" said a familiar, accented voice. And then a girl with caramel blond hair and amber eyes walked about behind the first girl, offering Sophia a smile. "Not Sophia Danels," Sophia murmured, glancing over her shoulder. "That's for sure." The girl smiled wryly, though there was sympathy in her eyes for Sophia. "I'm Amber Rocaicha," the second girl said. She nodded to the first girl. "This is Harper Nightingale." Sophia's eyes widened. "You two are the descendants of Celestine and Harleen, aren't you?" They exchanged a look before turning back to Sophia. And then Sophia realized something else. "I'm a descendant, aren't I?" she whispered, staring up at them nervously. "Well. Yeah," Amber said. She paused, then drew out a file from who knew where, handing it over to Sophia. "This...look through this." Sophia opened it up, her eyes widening when she saw a picture of her as a toddler. "This...this is me," she whispered. Her eyes drew over to the name. Sophia Vietta Rocaicha-Nightingale. ...That was her name. And before her stood Amber Rocaicha and Harper Nightingale. Her...her.... "You're my sisters?" she asked, her voice trembling as she looked up at them, stunned. "Half-sisters," Harper corrected. "But...yeah." Sophia looked down at the file in her hands again, shocked. "I...I don't...what happened that day?" she finally asked, her voice quivering as she looked up at her sisters. "What do you remember?" Amber asked. Sophia hesitated. "I remember you two.I remember you gave me a dandelion. But I lost it, and when I tried to go after it, I...was taken away." "And then we were too," Harper said. "None of us got to good places. But Sophia...I think you got the worst of it." "Why? What do you know?" Sophia asked nervously. Harper opened her mouth to answer, but then snapped her head to the side right as Sophia did, seeing a figure crouched on the roof. "Mr. Daniels?" she asked in confusion. Her eyes widened with horror as he aimed a p!stol right towards her. She quickly dodged as he fired out a shot. "Sophia, hide!" Harper shouted, pushing her further out of the way and rushing towards the alley she had come from. "Me and Amber will handle him!" Sophia wanted to say that Mr. Daniels was her teacher and that everything would be okay, but then again he had shot at her, and she had seen a bad kind of recognition light up in Harper's eyes. She ducked behind a nearby table, taking in a deep breath--or trying to. She quickly realized that she couldn't breathe and she was having one of her episodes. /Crap!/ She thought panickily, trying to take in deep breaths but failing. Black spots started to dance before her eyes. She heard the sound of fighting above her. Not a good sign...this was so not a good time. ”*°•.˜”*°• End of Chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ Characters and story belong to me! Cover off google. Reverie is the sequel to the Serenity series, following a girl named Sophia who discovers that her life is not what she believed it to be before. Follow her story as she encounters many great dangers in her quest to find out about her past.
