This is my first Lorien Legacies FanFiction, but it is by far my favorite book series, so I very much hope I do it justice with this story. :)
I want to give a shout out to my very dear friend Insert a Catchy Penname Here for her support and help developing some of these scenes. Thank you, Catchy. :)
On with the story!
The Loric Nine were destined to fight for Lorien from the beginning. They escaped their doomed planet and came to Earth long ago to reverse their planet's horrid fate. While they've lived on Earth nearly their entire lives, blending in and living among the humans in hiding, deep down, they're truly Loric. Maybe even more Loric than any other that's ever lived.
But despite their long lives on Earth, they had a brief Loric youth on their beloved planet, and the memories of them are buried deep, deep within the fathoms of their minds...
Number One
"Sweetheart! Come back here!" called the little girl's mother through a light laugh, though the 7-year-old didn't listen. She ran barefoot towards the beautiful Loric ocean, clear and blue, as her blonde hair flew behind her in the breeze. The sky was clear and sunny, a perfect day for the beach.
One splashed into the water, feeling happiest in the ocean. She didn't even mind that the water was freezing; she loved it anyway. As she swished her hands in the water, she wondered if she would ever develop an aqua Legacy one day; her mother explained to her that she was a Garde, a Loric blessed with Legacies, powers intended to protect their beautiful planet.
She looked back and saw her mother watching her. She shook her head at her wayward daughter, but she was smiling anyway; she was glad to see that her daughter was happy.
One waved at her mother as a tiny wave crashed against her back. She thought her mother looked a little bit lonely standing up there by herself. Her father had died a year before from a mysterious sickness, a rare phenomenon to occur on Lorien. Even though One was young, she still had memories of her father, but maybe they would fade with time...
"Oh no you don't, little one." One kicked in playful protest, splashing saltwater around her as she was scooped out of the water by her teenage brother.
"But I want to play!" she told him, lightly pouting as he held onto her.
Her brother laughed lightly and airily, the same way her mother did all the time. "You can play soon. It's time for lunch."
One submitted. "Okay..."
Her brother laughed again, and they walked up the sandy shore, where they enjoyed a picnic together, her mother, her brother, and herself. A happy Loric family...
Number Two
Little Two woke up to the noise of her door creaking open early in the morning. Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked to wake herself up. She yawned and sat up, pushing her curly red hair out of her eyes in order to see where the noise came from in the darkness of her room, though light of early sunshine was streaming through her window.
It was her mother and father, smiling as they both entered the room. They sat on the bed next to her, looking at her with kind brown eyes that she shared with both of them. Her mother handed her a wrapped gift. "Happy fourth birthday, darling."
Two beamed at them and took the gift happily, tearing it open with her little fingers. Once she discarded the paper, she studied her gift.
"It's a picture book," her father told her, his warm voice quiet and gentle as he spoke to his daughter. He reached and opened the front cover. "There's words and pictures inside. See?"
Two stared in awe of her gift. She couldn't quite read yet, but the pictures alone were enough to mesmerize her, depiction colorful landscapes, people, and animals. It was the best gift she had ever received, she decided. She leaned forward and hugged her mom and dad with her small arms. "Thank you," she said gratefully. They smiled at her, glad their baby girl was pleased with a gift so wondrous to her.
From the day forward, Two adored her book. It didn't take long for her to learn to read and she caught on quickly, which made her delight in the object even more so. Her happiness with it inclined her parents to buy her more books, and she adored them all just as well. Two was shy, and she didn't have many friends from the park or her neighbors, but she found friends in her books, and she knew it was all she would ever need.
Her books made her happy, and if she was happy, then what more could she ask for?
Number Three
"So how do you play again?"
Young Three sat with his grandfather in the grass, watching in awe as his older brothers played in front of them.
"It's simple, " one of his brothers told the one who had asked the question. "It's just basketball."
Three continued to stare as the boys played, throwing around an orange ball, rough housing and enjoying themselves as the tossed it to each other and in hoops.
Three pouted at his grandfather. "I wanna play."
The solemn old man laughed at his grandson. "You're too young, boy," he told him. "But I think I do know something we can play."
Three watched with curious dark brown eyes as his father stood up and walked off, intending to retrieve something. After a few minutes, he brought back a ball that looked exactly like the one his brothers were playing with, only smaller. Three looked excitedly at his grandfather. "We're gonna play too?"
He laughed again. "No, son." He helped Three stand up on his little legs, standing barefoot on the cool grass. His grandfather backed away from him a little bit. "But we're going to do something different."
Three tilted his head curiously. "What are we doing?" he asked.
His grandfather smiled. "It's simple," he says, mimicking Three's brother. "I'm going to throw the ball, and you're going to catch it. Okay?"
Three nodded eagerly. "Okay. Here it comes!" His grandfather lightly tosses the ball towards Three. Excited, Three reached to catch the ball, but it missed his hands. He pouted.
"Don't worry," his grandfather encouraged. "Try again. Throw the ball back to me." Three picked up the ball and tossed it the way his grandfather did.
He caught the ball easily. "Okay. Ready?" Three nods eagerly and readies himself. His grandfather tossed it again. Three nearly caught it, but alas, it slipped from his grip.
He pouted and crossed his arms. "I can't do it, Grandpa!" he exclaimed.
His grandfather smiled in a good-natured way. "Oh, try again. Third time's the charm, buddy."
Three sighed and picked up the ball, tossing it back. "Okay. Here goes!" His grandfather tossed the ball at him one more time...and he caught it!
He jumped up and down with excitement. "I did it, Grandpa, I did it!"
He laughed. "Great job, son! Now toss it back." When Three returned the ball, his grandfather through it again, and Three caught it. And he caught it again. And again.
Young Three was so happy and enjoyed himself so much that they tossed the ball that they didn't stop until dusk fell, the air became cool, and his grandmother called for dinner. When they went inside, Three handed the ball back to his grandfather, but he gave it right back to Three. "You hold onto that, and we can play tomorrow. You earned it."
Three smiled and clutched his prize to his chest happily...
