SUMMARY: We've been on the run ever since the beginning. Since they invaded our home. Ever since they mercilessly killed everyone we love. Ever since they've been hunting us on this planet called Earth. But that's coming to an end. We have united. We are growing stronger by the second, and we have gone too far to back down now. We will make sure we get our revenge. We are the Loric, and we are ready to fight. This is my entirely different version of Lorien Legacies. I (sort of, but not really) own it.
Hey guys!
This is my COMPLETELY different version of Lorien Legacies. Like, completely different. Different characters, different legacies, different everything, except for the basic idea of the story. Some characters will be very similar to the original ones so it's not too confusing for you guys, but I'll try my best not to copy too much! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Reflection
Five (Cavia)
I can see people staring at me as they pass the sitting area.
Well, I would too, if I was in their perspective.
I'm sitting on a soft cushioned chair, the ones where it's designed like a circle with no one sitting around me. I'm shaking like crazy; my leg bouncing up and down so fast that if I put more pressure on it every time it touches the ground, I could create a dent in a matter of seconds. I have a stupid grins spread across my face that I cannot get rid of, no matter what I do. It's starting to hurt my face now.
I'm not supposed to attract any attention, but seeing all the weird looks I've been getting over the past hour or so, it's telling me otherwise.
"Bouncy one, aren't you?"
I turn to the gentle voice of my cepan, Amy, and grin even wider, showing my crooked teeth. At 12, I sure was energetic.
She sits down beside me, handing me my plane ticket and I take them eagerly. I've never been on a plane before, so I'm super excited. Amy wraps an arm around me and pulls me close. I snuggle closer to her, and she kisses my forehead. I love her so much. She's like a mother to me and I know that she loves me too.
I feel some other eyes still on us and I realise that I'm still shaking, and with Amy's arm wrapped around me, she's being affected by the vibrations too. We must look like retards. But right now, with Amy sitting next to me, telling me jokes, playing around with me, and braiding my hair, I don't care. Because I am as happy as I can ever be.
"Gate 37 is now boarding"
"That's our cue!" Amy says as she stands up and grabs our luggage. It's not much, really. Just a medium size suitcase and a backpack. We stored our chest items in a small golden pouch from our chest. It's wonderful. It can hold any item, no matter the size, but you can still feel the weight. It's way easier to carry around. And the best part? Only the Loric can access it, and if any mog reaches in, his hand will be burnt. It's my second favorite item in the chest.
My favorite is a small and subtle necklace. It has the shape of a bird and it'll just look like any measly necklace, but it is far more powerful than that.
It can control minds.
I'm supposed to get mind reading as a legacy, but for now, this is good practice. It does take some of my energy and I can only control one person at a time, but it's good enough.
We present our passports and tickets and hop on the plane. At that time, I never realised how stressed out Amy looked. My naive self was admiring the plane as we took our seats. In less than 30 minutes, we take off.
And then everything goes horribly, horribly wrong.
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When I wake up, I'm panting and sweating like crazy. Looking at my pillow, I must've been crying too.
I haven't had that dream in such a long time. Two years, to be exact. The memory of how I caused Amy's death already haunted me during the day, and now the night. I have a thing where every dream is extremely vivid. It's great for prophetic dreams, but for dreams of the past, it's an absolute nightmare.
I hastily wipe my tears away with my sleeve and drag myself out of bed, the sheets falling to a messy lump on the floor. I stagger to the bathroom and splash water on my face, causing it to spill everywhere, but I really don't care. What I'm focused on is my reflection in the greasy mirror.
I haven't realised just how much I've changed.
My black hair has grown out from the medium length hair that I used to have. Instead, it now rests just below my chest. I need to cut it soon, long hair just gets in the way of everything.
My brown eyes used to be filled with such happiness and even sparkled. I had looked so innocent and young, and Amy even had gotten mad that I had to be in this position. She was angry that Lorien took away the childhood that I was supposed to have. The childhood where I could be running around, laughing and happy all the time. But instead, I'm stuck with a constant fear of my life. I have a childhood of running away from aliens that are here to destroy everything that we love. A childhood where training and getting hurt was an everyday routine. I had seen too much to be even called a child anymore.
Now, 3 years after my cepan's death, My eyes have a dead glint in them. I look much older with the bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. But what I hate the most is that I never smile anymore. A laughter is extremely rare, and if one did escape my mouth, it would either be forced or a dry laughter, with no meaning in it.
I jump in the shower and turn on the cold water. I always preferred cold showers because it wakes me up more, and it gives me the feeling that I'm freezing up my emotions.
I kind of like it.
I think back to the dream that I had last night. I remember it clearly, as if it was yesterday. Another "benefit" of my vivid dreams, I guess.
I was 12 at the time and had no idea that our life was constantly on the line. I had begged her to go on a plane with me, only because I wanted the experience. I got an experience all right. But definitely not the one I wanted.
Once the plane took off, everything was fine. Amy relaxed a bit and began to tell me a story. Whether they were made up or not, I loved them. They calmed me down too.
It was only about 50 minutes into the flight, where we were directly above the waters, when the attack had begun.
The first missile had hit the back of the plane. We were lucky enough to have scored the seats close to the front so we weren't harmed. It was, however, the second missile that changed everything.
It hit the side that was directly opposite to us, killing the old couple sitting there instantly.
I remember that I had cried. Tears were streaming down my face as I took in everything around me. As the plane plummeted into the ocean, there were children screaming, crying, and bleeding to death on the floor. I had cried because I knew that this was all my fault. I was too reckless to consider if the mogs would attack, if they would mercilessly kill. So many people were dying and it was all my fault.
"Come on June, we have to move!"
I turned to the voice of my cepan. My alias at the time was June. It was picked out by Amy herself because one of her favorite book characters had the name. I quickly took her hand, leaving no time to spare. Together we ran through corpses, over fallen luggage, and out the emergency escape door. I thought that we had a chance to live because I had already developed telekinesis, and could easily fly us out of there. Then we could go back into the life that we've known for such a long time: running.
If only it was that simple.
We realised that we've forgotten the backpack with all our important items: the contents in the chest, our fake ID's, money, and so on.
I dashed towards our seats and snatched our bag and ran back as quickly as possible. But I wasn't fast enough. I just wasn't fast enough.
I only watched as a missile flew through the air.
As it was heading straight for Amy
As it hit her.
As she died right in front of my eyes.
I screamed. A horrible, painful scream. I couldn't take it anymore. With telekinesis, I had flung myself at the attacking plane and with all my might, I tore it apart.
I didn't have the slightest emotion as I watch my enemies plummet through the water, or as they drowned. I was too angry. I turned around to try and get Amy's body back so I can give her a proper burial. It's what she deserved.
When I spun around though, it wasn't a falling, flaming plane that I saw. All I saw was the dangerous surface of the blue water.
It was gone. I was too late.
I don't remembered if I had whispered a message to Amy, or a prayer, or anything, but I remember that I was torn.
As I turned around, using all my energy to fly myself out of the sounds of screaming, dying and terrified humans, I knew that I had no chance of happiness ever again.
Sooooo…. what did you think?
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Stay tuned for chap 2!
