Something about those words triggered something inside her brain; like a lightning bolt racing through her brain and re-awakening hidden memories. Memories that had been buried for a long time, that she wasn't even meant to have.

A crying baby was being soothed in an underground bunker. No, that wasn't right; she was the baby being soothed in an underground bunker. A bloated man held his hands over his face, implanting various things. They quickly flashed through her mind like a waterfall of memories, the one her child mind focused on though was only two words: Project Moonlark. Whispers echoed through her consciousness; 'Black Swan,' they would whisper into her ear. The sound began to fade like a record reaching the end of its track. The words repeated itself, shortening with each echo: 'Black Swan' 'Black Swa...' 'Black S...' Black...' 'Bla...' 'B...' Soon the words were nothing but memories, lost in the past, the feeling of a mind pushing them under a hidden, unfindable veil of secrets. Child-her tried to cry out, but her voice disappeared the second the words came out - she felt like she was drowning in memories. That was the last sane thought she had before it all disappeared.

Sophie's hands shot to her temples, trying to work out what the memories meant. Her eyes widened, her pulse quickening. She stared into the eyes of the man leaning over, trying to look scary when inside she felt as helpless as when Maruca was murdered, maybe even more so. His face gleaned with triumph and a smug smile that wouldn't fade. His eyes were sharp and reckless, the pain from the life before still there as clearly as the scars on his face, unhideable, undestroyable - if she thought for a second that his face showed signs of mercy though, then she would be completely wrong. Her eyes glazed over as Ruy repeatedly hurt her, each time shattering more and more of her will until by the end of it all, she felt broken; destroyed.

"See you soon!" he called out in a sickening voice. Sophie couldn't see him, but she knew he was long gone even before she struggled to her feet. She felt her legs give out and her mind give in to the blood-loss - she wished she had the energy to call for help, and the selfish part of her wished they hadn't listened to her earlier when she said not to come. Before her mind could contemplate what to do, it began fading in and out, slowly losing her grip on reality into the nightmare that was dreams.

***

Pain. That was the first thought that came to her mind after waking up - unrivalled pain. Sophie looked around weakly, seeing a swarm of faces; too many faces. The double-vision disappeared quickly after, but when Sophie did a mental head-count, she counted 5 people. No, 4 elves and 1 gnome. Why was there a gnome here?

Sophie didn't realise she'd voiced the last question aloud until the gnome laughed.

"My name's Flori. And why I'm here is because your friends aren't the only ones who care about what happens to you." There was still a lot of unanswered questions, but Sophie decided it was best to keep them to herself. Tam and Keefe looked like they were bickering, as Tam made a lacklustre attempt for his hair. Keefe slapped it away, looking back towards her and flushing scarlet when he realised she was staring at him. Sophie immediately looked back down at the ground, her face bright red - from the heat, she told herself.

"Hold still, this next part's going to hurt," Biana said, and it was only then that Sophie realised that she was leaning over her, preparing to set Sophie's arm. In her peripheral vision, Sophie saw Fitz was holding a makeshift sling made of leaves before she looked across at Biana. Her face was set with determination, and Sophie would've been scared if she wasn't helping her. Sophie winced at the pain, but when Biana finally stepped back and looked at her work, she seemed pleased. Only then Sophie realised they were still on the hill. Sophie reached for her face for the wound, feeling the red sticky blood still stained on her face. The majority of the wound seemed reasonably clean though, and for that Sophie considered it a blessing.

"Don't ever scare us like that again," he whispered in her ear. Sophie smiled guiltily, knowing that wasn't a promise she'd ever be able to keep - not after what she'd just discovered. She wasn't really sure what she'd even discovered really, only that she was different from everyone else. It sort of made sense; I mean, why else was there an elf in the human world? Sophie pushed the thought into a box labelled 'Deal with Later' and smiled at her friends.

No-one noticed that Flori disappeared. Not until she was long gone at any rate. She'd just disappeared off the face of the mountain, and by nightfall, they'd given up looking. No anthem played that night; no-one had died. Well, not anyone physically. Inside Sophie felt like the innocent 12-year-old she was when she was transported to district 11 had died, had died a long time ago now. If her 12-year-old self looked at Sophie now, what would she think?

For one thing, the Elves hadn't been exposed yet, she would've laughed at the idea of the Neverseen. She'd only manifested as a telepath, so the other abilities would've come as a surprise as well. That wouldn't have been the part she'd have been most shocked by though; that would probably be watching her actions. 12-year-old Sophie hadn't dreamt of murder, much less killing an innocent girl. She'd have died in the bloodbath at the start, too afraid of violence to fight back. Now she'd turned darker, more powerful in 3 years. But had she become better? In theory, yes. She stood a better chance of defeating the psychopaths in this world. However, her weak reasoning didn't convince her. What kept Sophie Foster awake that night was just one question that kept circling her mind, turning it over and resisting sleep.

She might be Sophie Foster, but that wasn't what she was confused about. She knew that she was Sophie Foster, but she didn't really know who Sophie Foster was.

AN

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