OK, so I'm excited. I JUST read the book, and I immediately had an idea for a FanFiction. I was real upset with the one chapter in the back because I wanted to be the one to invent Seven, because Seven is m lucky number. And I considered doing that Seven anyway, and I will in a bit, but right now I really really really really REALLY want to make my own character and my own schematics. So, I introduce to you... Number Five!
I place one of my hands on the man's forehead, one over his heart. I know I'm not strong enough to Heal him on my own, so I draw energy from around me. A tree bursts into dead ash, and its energy fills my body. I use my body like a conductor; I send the energy straight into the nearly dead man. The wounds begin to knit, and broken bones mend. I let out an exhausted breath as his eyelids begin to stutter. I collapse backwards on the ground, looking over where the footprints in the mud lead. Over to the school, past the lot, where a large boy hardly older than I had carried another boy with him.
I take a deep breath. I know they'll come back for his body; it's inevitable. And I can't take the risk of letting them know I'm here. I look about and finally see one Mogadorian who isn't entirely dead. I crawl to him, and place my hands arond his skull. He makes a noise of protest but can't successfully get free.
I force my conscience into his body. I force the cells to change formation. Force some to shed to the ground in ash. And I pull my conscience out of his body, and look down on my creation.
A shapeshifted Mogadorian, who looks almost exactly like the injurred man. His face is gray and his lips blue, but I hope they will just assume it's death.
I drag the man into the trees, and pull the shapeshifted Mogadorian to where the injurred Lorien had lain. I hope they don't pay close enough attention to notice the drag marks in the mud.
It's vitally important that the Cêpan live. The Cêpan number even less than the Garde; I know for a fact no more than three still live, aside from this one.
It is also vitally important that the other Garde not know I exist, much less that I am here; they believe the charm broken, but it isn't. Whenever we meet, is what the charm said; but we haven't met. Only two. And I fear three of us together would be enough to break the charm. The others aren't ready.
I've met Number Eight before, when he was only thirteen. He hadn't had any legacies at the time. I also know that there just so happens to be a secret Number Ten, who is only eleven and has no powers at all. We aren't ready at all.
It's amazing enough that I have my Legacies yet, seeing as I am only fourteen myself. And I don't have all my Legacies, my Cêpan assured me. I can Shapeshift, both myself and others. I can Heal. But oddly enough, my telekenises has yet to really reveal itself. I can move small things like pens, but nothing so much as to have it notable.
I haul the Cêpan into my arms, and stagger my way back to into the woods. Where the creek widens, I know my own Cêpan, Jarek will be waiting in a canoe. I resituate Brandon, the Cêpan in my arms, and walk sturdier now that my energy is returning.
The others will never know I was here.
Eventually, they will. When I'm sure the others are ready.
Eventually, I will see Brandon back to his charge.
Eventually, they will know he is alive.
Eventually, we will win.