I do not own Lorien Legacies any more than I own John's sexy body.
+the song lyrics below
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Eyes Open
By:
Taylor Swift
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
One
I am the only reason that the others haven't died. As long as I am alive the others will live on. I can thank the charm for that. Though the charm doesn't protect me from death, it protects the others from being harmed. I'm jealous that I couldn't have been 9, and had more time to train and prepare for the incoming war but I know that I will be the Guardian of Lorien.
I have to be. I don't have a choice. Even though I love to avoid it very often. I hate how I am cursed with this life but I know deep down that I was given this burden because the Elder's knew I could handle it.
Though now I feel like a disappointment to the Elders. I am a failure. I watch as Hilde, my Cepan, lectures me while digging through the our sad excuse of a house to grab what we need.
"You know better than to get unwanted attention!" She's rants, as she pulls my Inheritance from the closet by the door. She lifts it up under her arm and throws a book bag over her shoulder, pre-packed with things we would need for when emergencies happened. Full of things like cash, gems, fake identities, and even more goodies.
"Well? Come on! We don't have any time to spare!" She continues, as she pulls me through the front door. I'm moving around like a rag doll. Blocking out the events unraveling in front of me. I feel a tear drip down my cheek as we inch closer to our spare car. I yank away from Hilde and dry my tears before turning back to her.
"I'm sorry!" I choke as I feel more anger and sadness rise from deep within me. She turns back, shocked at my explosion of emotions pouring out in front of her. Her face deepens as she turns back to the car and throws our things in the back seat. I don't want to stay here any longer and I know we will have plenty of time to talk on the road so I attempt to pull myself together and jog over the passenger side to slip in and turn away from Hilde in complete disgust of my recent behavior. I put on my seat belt and pull my knees tightly up against my chest as a cry silently to myself. I hear the driver's door open and close. Then I hear the jingling of keys right before the engine roars to life.
"I'm sorry." Hilde whispers under her breath. "You shouldn't have to go through this." There is a moment of serenity until I explode "Don't pity me!" I scream as I shoot a glare at her. I see a tear slip down her wrinkled face. Immediately, I feel guilty of upsetting her even more so turn to face the window to distract me. I watch as everything familiar disappears. I roll down the window in hopes to feel the familiar ocean breeze for one last time. The breeze rushes into the our small space inside the car and I embrace it. The strong gust of wind, makes my long, blonde hair push up against my face. I brush my hair behind my ear and listen to the sound of the Californian ocean soon disappear. Now all I'm left to hear is the orchestra of the night and the wind rush past my ears.
"Fine!" Hilde spits as we reach the interstate. "If you don't want me to feel bad for you I wont! In fact, if I feel anything for you it is disappointment! You got yourself arrested over shoplifting! And why?" She mocks "Over some stupid human boy! Plus, you didn't even bother thanking me for getting you out of that silly mess. We could've been caught by the Mogadorians! Do you know what they would do to you? They would torture you! Then kill you! You are a shame to the Loric that died fighting to get you here!" She continues to rampage on and on. I almost feel like for once she is actually telling the truth and not trying to sugar-coat anything. I relish in her barrage of insults.
Once she reaches a closing in her outrage she obviously feels guilty for yelling at me and we sit in silence again. I begin to wonder where we might be going to next. I know it will be very far away from here since I was an idiot and got caught arrested. Now the California police have my picture, which means the Mogs do too. I'm disappointed beyond words for how I have acted. I am shame to my race.
For the next few hours I close my eyes and play my favorite game. Shadow. I first I hated this game. Now it has become my favorite thing to do. All I need to do is imagine the person or alien I hate the most and fight them. I mimic their motions and try to learn their movements to know what they are going to do next. Tonight my fight is with Wade. That stupid boy that I actually thought was the one. After a couple of rounds in my mind of fighting styles I have him unconscious. I smile triumphantly and drift off to blissful sleep.
xXx
Hilde
I have an odd feeling lurking about me. It's like the calm before the storm. I just have a gut feeling that I need to appreciate the time I have with my Isha. The one that protects. I've called her that whole time I've been with her. Even before she was known as One. I thought the name fit her well. She wouldn't let anything hurt her friends on Lorien, so I thought that the old Earth name would fit her well. Ironically it was a perfect fit. Since she will be protecting the entire Lorien race. Even though it's just 8 other Garde.
Though someone will have to protect the others. And I know that I may not make it to see them fight for Lorien. Since I'm approaching my 60's I'm afraid that I will not be able to do this for much longer. Being on the run from an alien race that only wants us dead. On top of that I have to train Isha, so she will be prepared to protect the others. I'm seriously wondering what legacies she will develop. She has already devolved telekinesis which surprises me. Since she is only 14. Back on Lorien, Garde usually got their first legacies when they were 16, at the earliest. This, I know it the work of the Elders. That gives me the hope that we will win this war.
I know she will be the one who will be the leader of the others though she still has much training to do. Especially after her "accident" in California. I can't believe that she would act so ill-behaved over some boy. I just can't seem to realize that she has turned from the sweet little girl I once knew into the rough, independent 14 year-old teenager I know now. I look over to see if she is still do her Shadow training or looking out the window. To my surprise she is sound asleep. Her sweet innocent face looking back at me.
Seeing her now just tears me up. I hate how the Elder's arranged the charm. It protects all the other Garde from everything. Bullets, poison, swords, starvation, dehydration, everything. Including death. Though it does absolutely nothing to my sweet, innocent child. She got labeled as One.
The first to die.
xXx
One
I open my eyes after my training with Shadow and my nap to see how far we have traveled. I look down at the clock on the radio and it flashes 2:30am on the screen. Wow, we have traveled 5 hours already. "How long was I out?" I ask as a rub the crust out from my eyes and try to stretch as much as my small amount of space will allow. "Only a couple of hours." Hilde dryly.
The cars around seem to disappear and become blurs and I realize that we are driving 85 mph. I know now that I've really upset Hilde because she has never felt comfortable driving. "I know I have been a disappointment to you. And all of Lorien. And most importantly, the other Garde." I whimper under my breath. "Though you know the speed limit is 60?"
Hilde giggles at my comment and soon we slow down and she looks much more calmer after getting all her anger off her chest. I think we are both relieved that we have each other to blow off steam. Though her face doesn't show the anger from earlier that I caused. It shows something different. Sadness. I wonder what is wrong but I know that it will be an issue for another day.
"Thank you Isha, for being so understanding and still be able to put up with me and my overbearing ways. I hope you know that I only act the way I do to make you into the person you need to become. I just try to do so without changing who you truly are." She explains as her face lightens up clearing the air between us.
"Well now that we have that cleaned up, where are we going?" I ask as we turn off the interstate to a road leading to the airport. "I hope you know I refuse to get on a plane. Plus the Mogs probably have scouts at every airport." I argue as we continue to make a straight path towards the airport. "Well after your dramatic stunt, we have to make a dramatic escape." She jokes as she pulls into an empty area a good distance from the airport. I giggle at her statement, because the only time she jokes is when she has an elaborate plan.
We are about a mile away from the airport now. I can even see a plane rise from the ground and fly into the sky at an alarming rate. Eventually all I see is the flashing lights on the wings blink in the night sky. Once we reach the parking area we make a U-turn. "Now what?" I ask as we drive away from the airport. "It's part of the plan, sweetie." She says in a sing-song voice.
Now we are about a couple of miles away from the airport when Hilde turns the car into an abandoned golf course. "Really? I know your old, but I really golf?" I joke. I look over at her, looking for an answer but all I get is a grim smile. I try my best to not let her get to me because I know that something is about to happen that I'll not enjoy.
Once we park, I grab the our survival bag and throw my Inheritance into a gym bag to make sure no one thinks we are carrying around a treasure chest. Though technically it is. Plus it would be a dead give-away to any Mogs in the area. I throw the bags over my shoulders and walk towards Hilde who is still sitting in the driver's seat. "Come on! We don't have all day, your Highness!" I joke as I open the door to help her out of the car.
"Now, now, child... What good is a plan if you don't know it?" Hilde wisely reminds me about how important planning is. I run back over to the passenger seat, literally shaking with excitement and fear, I sit down and throw the bags in the floorboard. "Now. First things first. Get your Chest out of that bag." She demands. I nod and open up the bag and gently place my Chest on the armrest between us. "Now my child, do you know how the chest works?" She sweetly asks as she rubs her soft, wrinkled hands against the top of the wooden chest.
"Well, the only way to open it is if both of us touch the lock at the same time. Right?" I curiously ask as I watch her pull her long silver hair up into a bun. "That's correct. And incorrect." She informs me as she snaps a hair clip into her hair. "There are two different ways that you will be able to open your Inheritance by yourself. Once you reach the age of 18 or..." She hesitates before she finishes. "I die."
There's an eerie silence between us before I ask "Why are you telling me this?" "Because if I die today, that will be how you will know." Immediately I began to tear up. "Don't say that." I whimper under my breath. As soon as my first tear drops I feel her warm soft hand rub against my face. "Now, now, child. I'm only telling you this because I need to get our ride out of here. Which means I need to leave you here for a while." She reaches into the floorboard and grabs our survival bag to pull out a couple of fake I.D's and cash. Though she still leaves me plenty. "Let me go with you!" I beg as I grab her hand.
"No." She firmly states as she pulls away from me. "Why?" I ask as tears pour down my face. I can't lose her. "They have your picture. Not mine," I begin to shake uncontrollably as the terror arises within me. This is all my fault. If I wasn't an idiot I could go with her and protect her. And she could protect me. I sob as she continues on. "Check your chest's lock every 5 minutes. If it opens... Run." She grimly states as a tear runs down her face. She wipes it away before continuing "I will be back in a couple of hours. No one knows your here except me. So, you should be safe attacked. If you are... Run. If I don't come back in 8 hours... Run. That means I've been captured." She finishes. Her words echo in my ears as she hugs me and starts her walk towards the airport.
I'm left sobbing, in a small car, at an abandoned golf course. With her words running through my mind. Though one word echos throughout my mind. Run.
Well, what do you think with the first chapter of the next FanFiction story of Lorien Legacies?
By the way, I will be putting song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter for y'all to see the overview of what is going to happen.
Please let me know because this is my first Lorien Legacies fanfic and I plan it to be 20+ chapters and at least 2,500 words each. I just want to know if it is worth it for you readers out there.
I promise that I will update as often as I can because I hate good stories that just end because someone gives up on it and I hope that I will not do the same with this story because I have high hopes for it.
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(Any ideas on pairings? I will be using the original 1-10 Garde from the books)
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