I know that I'm different, or that's what they tell me at least. They say that I'm from a different ravaged and destroyed by war, a planet that I was too young to remember. A beautiful planet that once housed millions of unique creatures, and of course us. They told me that once it was not a breath taking place, but one of utter destruction. Pollution billowing out of factory tubes, mines extracting all of our precious minerals in abundance, and us at the head of it all. And that one day our 10 leaders –we refer to them as elders- decided we had to make a change. We stopped polluting the grey skies, and they turned to blue once more. We stopped excessively mining, only taking what we need, and the land turned green once more.
Our planet was saved, and in thanks, it provided us with legacies or powers as some call them. From then our world was divided, cepans and the guard. The guard were those lucky enough to develop legacies like invisibility, teleportation, and all had the power of telekinesis. The cepan were those in place to protect the guard, tell them the great history of our planet and guide them to their full potential.
But then disaster struck once more, the Mogorians, a race led by greed and hatred, invaded our planet. They killed us without mercy, all of us. Except from a small ship of 9 of the guard and their cepan, and then another small ship carrying me along with my cepan and 20 chimaera –a shape shifting animal only native to Lorien, our planet.
When we first arrived on Earth, my cepan Lonen, was gifted a bag full of precious minerals to sell, diamonds, rubies and emeralds just to name a few. He was given 2 sets of clothes: one for me and one for him. He was given a place to travel to, and I was gifted 10 chimaera. We set off to our destination, London.
I sit in my car seat, fiddling with my necklace of lorium nervously. The rain continues to pour and dampens my mood farther as I rock violently with every sharp turn George makes. It seems that he is just as upset as I am with having to move yet again. New identities, new past, new life. It's has been the same for the past 8 years now, every time there is even a whisper of suspicion we leave. I look at the soft dog I have sitting on my lap you're a good girl aren't you Luna I think, ruffling her soft fur affectionately. The other 9 chimaera are my guardians, but she, out of all my chimaera was chosen as my friend. I sit back in my seat, lay my head against the cold window and stare at the bitter weather, and try to fall asleep.
"Loriella?" George questions softly, for want of not waking me. Too late I think to myself grumpily.
"Yeah?" I mutter, my voice gruff from sleep.
"What do you want your new name to be?"
"I don't know, maybe Artemis? It seems quite relevant, seeing as I am the guardian of the animals!" George sighs quietly "Loriella it stands out too much, you need to fit in." He responds in a reprimanding way, although sadness is clear in the lines of worry on his forehead. "I wish I was normal" I whisper quietly as a tear streaks down my cheek, he is very quick to respond "Oh Lolo! I wish you had seen the beauty of Lorien, you would never wish you were normal then. Look I'm sorry you have to do this Lolo, I truly am. I'm trying my hardest" He says the last sentence slowly and his words filled with deep sorrow. Guilt cuts through me, like a knife through my skin, chilling me to the bone. The wind starts to howl, rain making pattering sounds on the roof of the car. I am silent, words fail me I mutter "Sorry" and then turn around, putting my head against the window. As a tear steaks down my cheek, I force my eyes to surrender into the depths of unconsciousness.
