YAY! Who doesn't love Truth or Dare?

This site is seriously lacking in Lorien Legacies T or D, so I decided to write my own. Please send me ideas for truths or dares via review or PM!

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MARINA

I still have trouble accepting that it's over. Setrakus Ra is dead, and the war is over.

So much has happened. Most of it I try to forget. I remember when Five took a knife for me, securing his place on our side, and shudder, remembering how much blood there was. He tried to help us so many times before then, but we didn't accept him until then. He was a little awkward around us at first. Okay, scratch that. Gigantically awkward, but is slowly wore off, and now I don't feel weird about being near him. He told us everything, why he joined the mogs, and said nothing but sorry for about a month. I forgave him, and I remember Eight fondly, but it's not worth freezing someone every time I hear his name.

Even though I consider Five a good friend now, he's so quiet. Whenever he speaks, which is unusual among itself, it's always quiet, sometimes little more than a whisper. He never gets angry, though I know he was a little pissed when I healed his eye. I know he felt like he needed to suffer for what he did, but it was a prophecy. It was bound to happen one way or another. I know he still blames himself though.

Nine, who also has managed to Five's betrayal behind us and see him as a friend, agrees with me. We constantly scheme ways to make him talk more, or at least louder.

We call ourselves 'Operation Talk-More'.

I make myself a mug of coffee and march into the living room of the penthouse.

After we saved all of humanity, some of Earth's best architects and builders decided that the least they could do was rebuild this place. I know it doesn't feel quite the same to Nine, but he's gotten over it.

"Hey Marshmallow."

I roll my eyes.

I pretend to hate the nickname, but in reality I quite like it. It started when Nine started to call me Mar, as a nickname. I remember being pissed off one day, and Nine said something sarcastic about how sweet I was. And thus, the nickname 'Marshmallow' was born.

I turn around to see Nine sitting on the kitchen bench, grinning at me. I can't help but smile back. Say what you will about Nine, but he has an infectious smile.

"So, does the second member of Operation Talk More have any ideas?"

I laugh, the name of our "secret operation' is pretty dumb, and anyone who has lived with us would know our purpose instantly. Everyone wants Five to talk more, and be more open, but we're the only ones dumb enough to press the issue.

"No, not really, today's been a lazy day for me."

Nine sighs dramatically, shaking his head sadly like I've just killed his kitten. I roll my eyes again and move around the couch towards my room.

Before I go in though, I turn back to Nine.

"Screw this, I'm bored. Let's do something."

Nine brightens.

"Like killing things?"

"Uh, no. I was thinking more along the lines of a game or something."

Nine raises an eyebrow.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea? Remember the time we played Monopoly? Six made it rain when she went bankrupt, Ella kept stealing money, and Four almost died."

I grile, which is a mixture between a grimace and a smile, invented specifically for recounting the Monopoly incident.

"Well, remember it wasn't my fault that Four almost choked on plastic hotels. Remember? Six was the one punching him in the face, and she just happened to have them in her hand."

Nine cocks his head at me.

"Yeah well, I don't know about you, but I don't want to be known for Death by Monopoly"

I scrunch my face up, trying to think of a good game.

"I know!" Nine suddenly shouts. "Truth or Dare, that would be fun."

"Why do I get the feeling this will end in physical injury and new YouTube sensations?"

He grins at me.

"Cause it probably will, come on, let's assemble the others."

Six was immediately convinced, and Ella was just as enthusiastic for it. It took a while to convince Five, but he agreed in the end. The last challenge was Four.

I knock on his door, which he opens a moment later.

"Hey," I say, smiling at him in a friendly manner, "Wanna play truth or dare?"

Four frowns.

"Is Six playing?"

"Yes, but-"

"No."

"Oh come on!"

"Marina, she almost killed me the last time we played a game, with plastic hotels. PLASTIC HOTELS! I am not eager to play with her again."

"What's the worst she could do?"

"Shove me out a window?"

"Well, yeah, she could potentially do that, but Five can just fly down and catch you if she does."

He hesitates, thinking it through.

"Fine, I'll play, but I'm not sitting next to her."

"Awesome!"

Four follows me down the hall, where the others have moved away all the furniture from the living room. Where they put it, I don't even want to know. I sit down in my place in the circle. Nine sits on my left and Four is on my right. To the right of Four is Ella, then Five, then Six. Six gives him a wicked grin, and he scoots over a little, looking worried. I don't blame him.

I am about to begin, when a voice rings out.

"You aren't really playing without me, are you?"

We all turn around and grin at Adam, standing in the doorway.

"Are you sure you want to play truth or dare with us? Six is playing."

Said Garde glares at me, but I merely wink at her.

"Eh, I'll take my chances."

Six and Nine move over to make room for Adam, who sits down cross-legged like the rest of us.

"Okay," I say, grinning as I clap my hands together. "Here are the rules. If you refuse a Truth, you have to kiss someone next to you, if you refuse a Dare, you have to take off an article of clothing."

"Haha!" Adam laughs, grinning, "I'm wearing socks, suckers!"

We laugh, and I continue.

"All romantic relations are disbanded during the course of the game. So don't whine if someone you like kisses someone else, okay?"

Everyone nods.

"One more thing, dares are allowed to be filmed, but what happens in here, stays in here. I think we can all agree with that one."

Everyone murmurs their agreement, and Nine, choosing idiocy as usual, decides to get the game started.

"Fuck yeah! T or D! I'll start."

He scans all of our faces, grinning, trying to choose a victim. His gaze settles on Four.

"Oh boy." I hear him mutter.

"Four," he says, a distinctly evil expression on his face, "Truth or Dare?"

Four looks at him.

"Okay, you look like you want to cannibalise me, so truth."

"Wuss." Ella says. I can't help but snigger, while Four stares at her, appalled.

"Whatever," Nine says. He rubs his hands together. "Here it is."

He grins, like he's very proud of himself.

"Would you rather, kill Sarah, or marry Five?"

Five makes a gagging gesture.

Four looks truly stumped for a second.

I must admit, it's a good question.

"Uh, I can't believe I'm saying this, kill Sarah." He looks at Five somewhat apologetically. "No offense."

Five waves his hand.

"None taken."

Four looks around the room.

"Six, truth or dare?"

"I'm gonna regret this, Dare."

Four grins.

"I dare you to run around in a tutu outside singing the Canadian national anthem."

Several of the others and I snort.

"Yeah, no." Six pulls off her shoes.

"Aw, you ruin all the fun." Six shoots him a glare fierce enough to give a lion a heart attack and looks around.

"Hmm, I choose…"

The end of chappie 1! Please submit ideas for truths and dares via PM or review! Also, feel free to check out my other story, Changes.

~DarkAnubis27