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The Ressurection

By Sophie the Telepath

Brant is back, and better than ever in this fanfiction story. Will Sophie Foster be strong enough to fight back, or will she forever fall silent in the darkness beyond life? Read on to find out what happens!

WARNING: THIS IS AN OC FANFICTION, AND WILL NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY. JUST FOR FUN

PROLOGUE: SOPHIE'S NIGHTMARES

You thought I was gone. You thought you saw me die. You, mortals, think far too much. But there is nothing you can possibly do now. It is much too late for amending the wound you have created. You have no chances to right your many wrongs. Try as you might, Sophie Foster, there is no way to stop me. I will prevail, and there will never be a doubt about that. Who am I, you ask? Who is the ghostly whisper, whose voice bounces around your mind, pricking your mind with a small fragment of a lost memory? Well, as little as I will tell, I can tell you this much.

My name is Brant.

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CHAPTER ONE

The world shook, and yet another plume of smoke rose from the treetops.

"What is going on?" Sophie asked. "Fires are popping up everywhere, and the Nobility has no idea what's going on!"

"Insane, right?" Fitz asked, looking up at the still rising smoke. "Not even my dad knows what's happening."

"I have my theories, son," Alden said, appearing next to them from his latest light-leap. "And one of them may include what you've been seeing."

"What? What do you mean?" Sophie said innocently, tucking her memory log harder against her chest.

"Don't deny it," Alden said. "Grady and Edaline told me you've barely slept. That implies that you most possibly had nightmares. That might have something to do with it all."

"Well, if you really think so..." Sophie said, handing him the memory log.

Alden took a look at it, and studied it for quite some time, before he frowned. "All of the nightmares have the same thing showcased in them."

"What?" Fitz asked.

"You mean who," Alden said. "All of her nightmares have Brant in them."

Sophie had almost no control. The mention of the name made her body and mind go on lockdown. That ghostly whisper, that evil laugh, the burn marks on her wrists hurting like new again. Sophie started to breathe heavy.

"Sophie?" Fitz asked, trying to shake her back to full consciousness. "Sophie! Can you hear me?"

She could hear him, but she couldn't make herself come out of the painful daze.

"What happened?" Alden asked. "I'm so sorry, Sophie. Was it something I said. Brant?"

The second mention of the name finally made Sophie give in, and her knees buckled, and Sophie collapsed, unconscious.

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CHAPTER TWO

"It's what I've been telling you, Grady," Alden said. "We have no idea what caused what happened back there." Alden pats his friend on the back. "Please, don't blame me for it."

"I just want to know why it happened," Grady said angrily. "That's my daughter, Alden. I don't want her mind to be damaged again, so she has to run off to the Black Swan again to get it fixed!"

"Please, watch your mouth," Alden said, lowering his voice. "This may upset you."

"I'm already a great deal upset," Grady said. "How did she collapse?"

"She's been having bad nightmares about a certain person, and whenever I say his name, she seems to...freak out," Alden said. When Grady seemed unimpressed with the response, Alden sighed and said, "The name is Brant."

Sophie had been vaguely conscious, but the name dragged her back under into the inky blackness. The laugh. The cold, ghostly laugh. Sophie began to scream as she could feel fire searing her wrists.

"Sophie!" Grady said, coming to her side. "Sophie, are you all right?"

Sophie snapped out of her daze, breathing quickly. "Uh...I think so."

Elwin looked down at her. "Nothing seems wrong, as I've told you many times before."

"But you can't see everything," Grady said. "You don't know if something might be wrong with her brain."

"Or perhaps it is just a regular fear," Elwin said. "Grady, let me ask you something. If you were a helpless child, getting terrible nightmares about the man who killed Jolie, the Pyrokinetic driven insane by his mad choices, would you fear him too?"

"I've always feared him," Grady said. "Always, but never woken up screaming from it."

"Sorry," Sophie said, blushing, and hating herself for having such a giant reaction.

"It's all okay, Sophie," Alden said.

"So...what do we do about this?" Grady asked.

"If Sophie is all well, I have a plan," Alden said. He continued after Elwin nodded. "There is a certain colleague of the man you fear, Sophie, that is currently locked up in Exile, but still sane. Someone who I know still has Neverseen connections and very powerful ones at that. A genius and dangerous Pyrokinetic." When Sophie's face dropped, Alden smiled with a sigh. "Yes, Sophie Foster. We are going to visit Fintan."

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CHAPTER THREE

Alden and Sophie walked down until they reached Fintan's cell. They had been keeping him here, too nervous to perform a memory break, and too stubborn to let him try to help if he did have any good left in him. Grady had insisted on going, but they had to turn him down. It would be better with fewer people. Alden looked into the cell through the small bars at the top of the door, seeing Fintan, his face beaded with cold sweat, his arms and legs shackled. He laid against the wall of his cell, almost as if he had nothing to worry about in the world.

When the door opened, Fintan smiled. "I thought you two might drop by sometime soon."

"If you're expecting a release, you can stop dreaming of it," Alden said. "No one's coming to rescue you."

"Oh, I'd never dream of release," Fintan said. "It's cozy in here. You should try sitting and listening to the mad cries of prisoners sometime. Quite calming."

"Fintan, you know why we're here," Alden said.

"Do I?" Fintan asked. "Or do I not?"

"I wish we could order to have your mind broken one of these days," Alden said.

"You would risk your sanity for me again? How touching," Fintan said with a smile. "And, the Council, of all people, know that beyond my amazing personality are secrets. Secrets you can't pry from me in a memory break, but perhaps can acquire from a bargain."

"We're not here to barter for your release, Fintan," Alden said. "We know you've kept in touch with your Neverseen partners."

"Why would I do such a foolish thing?" Fintan asked. "I've heard they're doing just fine without me."

"You heard?" Alden asked.

"Quite so," Fintan said. "The guards talk about the Neverseen around my cell all the time. I hear quite the deal of nice news about us. Sounds like you're having a hard time, eh, Sophie?"

Fintan's cold eyes turned to her, and she tried to stand her ground. Sophie remembered how he had burned down that crystal tower, killed Kenric, and not died. Alden shook Sophie out of the small revelation.

"Sophie, don't listen to him," Alden said. "Maybe don't even look at him. He's playing mind tricks with you."

"I'm not a Telepath!" Fintan exclaimed.

"Gethen is," Alden said.

"Ah, now there's a man who can crash a party," Fintan said. "Remember how he destroyed that castle? Brilliant planning by me!"

"What is he doing now?" Alden asked. "Don't play innocent. We know you're working with Gethen on some kind of...revival plan."

"Revival?" Fintan asked. "Of whom?"

"Don't worry, Sophie, I won't say his name," Alden said.

"Well, one fallen Neverseen I would sure like to revive comes to mind," Fintan said. "Brant."

Sophie fell to her knees, trying to have something to hold onto. She felt a hand reach out, and she took it. But very soon her hand was burning hot. She looked up to see Fintan clutching her hand. It was steaming.

"Fintan!" Alden said, trying to yank Sophie free. "You stop that right now!"

Fintan smiled and released her. "So...revival plan, you say? Tell me more."

Alden glared at Fintan. "You are of no help to us. I shall order a memory break to the Council--"

"No," Fintan almost whispered. "They will never break me. I gave them something far too valuable. They will never see the truth, and certainly not listen to you, Vacker." When Alden turned to leave, Fintan reached for Sophie's hand again, but she backed away. "Try as you might, Sophie Foster, there is no way to stop me." The same line from her nightmares, in the same ghostly voice.

Sophie's legs became wobbly at the thought, and she began to lose her consciousness.

"Easy, girl," Alden said, trying to carry her out of the cell.

"Good luck on the revival plan, Gethen!" Fintan shouted after them. "I hope it goes well! I always wanted that maniac of a Pyrokinetic, Brant, back!"

"Shut it!" Alden yelled.

They walked away from the cell, but Sophie never saw how they left. She was unconscious--again.

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CHAPTER FOUR

"Sophie," Fitz said. "Sophie? Wake up, Sophie."Sophie's eyes fluttered open. Fitz let out a sigh of relief. "We were getting worried," Fitz said. "You were unconscious for a day."

"Yeah, Foster," Keefe said. "A man can only take so many heart attacks form learning you might be dead."

"Peculiar, the effect this has on you," Alden said. "I'm so confused. "I went to the Council today--to talk to them about what was happening. They, like always, insisted there was no problem involving Fintan."

"That's mighty suspicious," Grady said.

"Can I see the memory?" Sophie asked.

Alden nodded, and Sophie reached out her consciousness, and reached the thoughts of Alden's mind. She walked through the depths of it, finding the right memory at last. She watched as it happened.

The Councillors sat on their thrones, looking as regal as ever.

"Alden Vacker," Emery said. "Why have you summoned us?"

"Such a big meeting, I know, Emery," Alden said. "I assure you, Your Majesties, that this is urgent."

Emery nodded, and Alden continued.

"Well, strange things have been happening to Miss Foster," Alden said. "At the mention of the name--" the memory cut out for the name, maybe on purpose so Sophie wouldn't hear it. "--and she has quite the reaction to it. Maybe it has something to do with Fintan..."

"No, not Fintan, he's completely innocent," Dame Alina assured him.

"What did he give you?" Alden asked.

"He gave us nothing," Emery said. "Why would you propose such a thing?"

Emery's face told a different story than his words.

"You know what's going on," Alden said. "You always do, don't you? Like with the plague, you'll sit back and watch Sophie struggle? You could help us! And instead, this is what you do!"

"Anything Fintan Pyren said was a lie, Mr. Vacker," Emery said almost angrily. "If you are foolish enough to believe a word that comes from his mouth then you are as sane as he is."

"Which seems to be very sane, considering there is no memory break that will be ordered," Alden said.

"Alden--" Oralie began, but was cut off.

"Fintan holds far too many secrets," Bronte almost whispered. He met Alden's eyes. "I am sorry, but I will not disobey my place, Alden."

"So, you know some of those secrets, do you not?" Alden asked.

"We aren't getting anywhere," Dame Alina said, annoyed.

"Some things must remain classified, even to you, Alden," Emery said. "Now, Mr. Vacker, don't come to us about this again. We bid you a good day."

They all glittered away, leaving just Bronte there.

"I'm not supposed to be here," Bronte said. "But Fintan and Gethen are working on something bad. Know that whatever you do, you cannot stop him. He will come back stronger than before."

"Bronte, one more sentence," Alden said. "I need to know just a little more."

Bronte sighed. "Mind if I give you a paragraph, friend?" Bronte asked. "You see, Fintan and Gethen are using his remains that they recovered. Some of his DNA."

Alden shook his head. "No. No, not that."

Bronte nodded sadly. "The Neverseen are using Brant's DNA for their own Project Moonlark."

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CHAPTER FIVE

Sophie...Sophie Foster. Listen to me, Sophie. You don't stand a chance. If you object so to my claims, let's see what this will do to you.

Sophie screamed. "AH!" Pain surged through every cell in her body. Her mind felt as though it was being split in two, and images flashed through her head. Her memories. Brant was reading her mind. Somehow, someway, he was.

I will always be stronger than you, Sophie Foster. Always. You will always be the weak girl who was never brave enough to face her fears.

"RAH!" Sophie yelled. "STOP IT!"

Sophie pushed back her consciousness, and the pain stopped. New images flashed through her mind. They didn't belong to her. They belonged to Brant. Now, somehow, SHE was reading HIS mind. She had made it backfire. Sophie was too strong for Brant.

Pictures passed through her consciousness quickly. A familiar place focused on her view, and she saw a figure in a black robe, lying on the ground, writhing in pain. That was Brant. He really was back.

Stop trying to fight me, little child. I am still too strong for you. You may be a strong Moonlark, but the fire burns birds quickly. Sit up and face your worst fears, Sophie. Face me! Look at me!

Brant's face came into view. A handsome young man--his face before the scars--appeared, sweat dripping down his brow, his eyes cold and dark. Brant stood.

I always knew you were weak, Sophie. The time draws near, for you to meet your doom. You will know when the time comes.

Brant snapped, and three spheres of Everblaze hit down behind him, exploding the small forest that lies not far behind him.

You better be able to run fast, Sophie Foster. Because I'm coming for you. And this time, I will have no mercy. Get ready, because you are about to die.

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CHAPTER SIX

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