Disclaimer! I do not own Lorien Legacies nor the cover photo. Enjoy! This is a Naverina Story in case you are wondering.

It was a fairly normal day when she arrived. Number five. She showed up and the penthouse, her clothing torn and perfect auburn hair in two thick braids over her shoulders. Crystal blue, almond shaped eyes wide open. Her sudden grin as she slung a small bag over her shoulder still haunts Marina. Number Five made herself comfortable, going by the name Alyssa. Everyone seemed used to her, to trust her. That is besides Marina and Six. They both had their doubts about her. The others were obbssed. Sam, constantly blushing whenever she was around, Nine, constantly trying to impress her, Ella, sticking close to her side, John, going to her for advice, Sarah, making Five her new best friend, and then Eight. He was the worst. He was all of these things combined. He put in the extra effort. It hurt. It stung. Marina hurt everytime they laughed at eachothers jokes. It really stung. She was strong. How could she let that affect her? No, she wasn't going to be weak. There was still a mission at hand. Constantly, Marina's thoughts raced back to his curls, his emerald green eyes. Then to Alyssa's long beautiful hair, and tiny tanned body. She had Marina beat. Marina wasn't ready to give up yet. No, Five and Eight weren't a thing. Not yet. There was still a chance. So Marina picked herself up and proceeded to the roof of the John Hancock Center.

She pushed open the door letting cold air move her silky black hair around her face like a sheild. Her stomach dropped. Knees shaking, a single tear dropped down her cheek stopping halfway down. Marina closed her eyes as timed seemed to stop. She thought about the scene. Eight and Five, tangled in eachothers arms, lips squished together in a passionate kiss. It couldn't be. It was. Marina's stomach clenched as she felt an chill go through her. The wind? It couldn't be, it felt almost like her healing legacy. No, this was darker, colder. The tear stuck to her face with a numbing chill. Marina's eyes fluttered open with frost covered eye lashes. Seeing the tear stuck to her face, she swat it off causing it to shatter on the ground. Five and Eight who had broken from the kiss, stared at her in awe. She jutted her hand out and the ice spread, curling around her ankles and snaking up her legs. She looked up, making eye contact with Eight. Marina thrust her hands to the sky. A downfall of heavy snow whirlpooled around her. Then it happened. Eight wrapped his arms around Five to keep her warm. Marina couldn't take it. She raised her hands to her heart and pushed hard. Five, seeing the action used her telekinses to redirect her blast. The icy current hit her in the head instead. Marina shuddered and fell over clutching her head as the ends of her hair began to turn white. The white strands made their way up her black glossy locks, stopping at her shoulders.

With an icy heart, and her new found legacy, Marina threw open the door and hurried down. She welcomed her room with a sob. He had done this to her, and it was her fault for letting him. This wasn't going to stand. No, Marina would show them. Show her.