Hey all. This is my first lorien legacies story. I am trying to make this go with the books as much as possible, so there will be Sarah...for now. Anyway, the war for lorien has just begun, so be prepared.

I bolt upright out of bed. I feel the sweat down my cheek and I let out a huge gasp for air. It was just another dream, of course. But ever since I was a part of Ella's vision, my dreams are more and more realistic. And they're not good.

We lost another, I know that. My ankle still burns. This one is going to hurt more than any of the others, I think, because I knew them. I knew a garde, and now they are gone. Vanished from my life. Another loss for Lorien because of the Mogadorians. I have so much hatred for them it makes me sick. How could one group of people make it so impossible to live.

I hear Adam stirring, so I get up to make breakfast. At least it will take my mind off our great loss. We told the rest of the Garde to meet us in the airport in Houston, Texas. We want to get out of America. There are way too many Mog bases around here, and right now, that'a the last thing we need.

Oh and, another slight inconvenience, the American government is working for the Mogs. we have to know how that happened and how to change it, because facing the Mogs is enough, we certainly do NOT need another enemy.

"Hello four, what's for breakfast?" Adam asks pretty groggily. His hair is pretty disheveled, even for a Mog. Who knows what happened to him on the way here.

"I was making pancakes, any objections?" I ask, sincerely hoping no one else wants anything different.

"Not so gourmet, but it will do, I suppose" Sarah groans as she wraps her arms around my waist. I hear a ruffling noise and I whip around, to find Sam with his hands in the air, apparently guilty of nothing except searching through his backpack.

I guess that's what years of being on the run can do to you. My nerves are always on edge, prepared for Mogs to be around the bend. Unfortunately, they usually are.

I hear a deep moan and turn to see Malcolm leaning against the doorpost, rubbing his eyes. "What's the plan for today?" He asks.

"Well I would like to get out of this hell-hole of a motel" I hear Sarah say. "It's not good for my beauty sleep."

And boy, is she beautiful. Even in this sleep state, her eyes sparkle with a brilliant shine, and her hair falls around her shoulders with precision that not even a hairdresser could remake.

"Well John, stop gawking at your girlfriend and help!" I hear Sam say playfully. My cheeks redden and I give him a suspicious glare and turn back around towards my pancakes.

"We need to get to Houston. One of the Garde died and I have to be there in case anything else goes wrong" I say, my voice cracking when I said 'died'. I can't even believe that traitorous shit Five did that. Even if he is dead, I wouldn't feel much remorse.

Or could Marina have died. We need her desperately on the battlefield, because I am not as strong as Marina at healing. And it weakens me, whereas she can continue on, seemingly fine.

Or maybe it is Eight, whose love for Marina got in the way of all else. We need him too, with his amazing legacies and fun attitude.

Or maybe it's Nine, whose cocky attitude got him killed before he could spear them with his staff. I could not bear to lose Nine. After Sam, he's my best friend.

Or could it be Six. My beloved Six. No, she's too strong to die. If she died I am not sure I could go on fighting. Even though I love Sarah, and I chose her, there will always be a place in my heart for Six that no one and nothing can fill.

I hear BK rattle sort of waddle towards me. He's been badly injured, and even though I healed him, he's still limping. After the fight, he was lying on the roof, dying. He saved both me and Ella. I am so thrilled that he is alive, and he seems to be too, playing with the other Chimaera, rolling around and barking and being happy.

This reminds me of when it was just me and Henri and Sam and Sarah back in Paradise. My thought guide me back to the present when Sam yells, "John the pancakes!"

I look down and see the pancakes black and smoking.

"Why don't I make them this time, and you guys can plan out our trip to Houston. We'll leave after breakfast."

ok so I know there wasn't a lot of action this chapter, but don't worry. There always is.

raphiji