Hey everyone, this is my first FanFic, I hope you like, please review, I'll really apreciate it. I'll try to upload twice a week, we'll see how it goes.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Lorien Legacies, I'm not Pittacus Lore, I'm not Lorien nor part of the Garde

…I'm gasping for air, my left arm is broken, my forehead is bleeding, I have a sword slash that goes from one side of my back to the other, and a spear pierced through my right leg…

…I'm trying to remember what caused me this wounds but I can't everything is black, I can only feel the pain, the others are here too, but I can't see them, I don't know if they are hurt, or, to be more precise, how hurt are they…

…My mind can only remember the events of last week… like photographs or home tapes that come by as I remember the pages of the journal we were writing before we came here…

John's POV

We were too late, we headed to Australia first, the safe house where Eight was staying along with her cephan had been raided, only ashes and signs of an intense fight remained. Furniture, walls, ceiling, floor, everything was a silent witness of the one sided battle that happened there.

We went to Argentina but we couldn't find anyone, what was Five's home was now the scene that could only been seen when a tornado passes by, it didn't took us long enough to realize that the Mogs where a step ahead of us and getting farther and farther away from us now.

However, before we left Buenos Aires back to the U.S., Ella found a cell phone while scavenging Five's apartment. It was from a Mogadorian.

Crayton started decoding it as fast as he could. By that time, Nine was over-anxious, frustrated by the fact that both Five and Eight, probably their cephans as well, where being held up prisoners (we knew 'cause there were no new scars on our legs and the looks in both places indicates they were taken away); Six was doing her best to keep peace of mind, while Marina and Ella turned to each other so they could distract themselves. I started to let my mind wander off, usually being brought back to Earth in the few training lessons we had in our stay in South America.

I swear, all the caged anger we had in our hearts was released in the sparring sessions we had, Nine whose ferocity was his trademark, if possible grew even more, Six forgot all the compassion she had for us and was unstoppable, Marina and Ella while inexperienced, gave their all putting Six in a back-between-the-sword-and-the-wall situation, those two sure work good as a team. Plus, Marina has been our nurse, healing our injuries every now and then. As of me, well I think I'm crazy; I challenged both Nine and Six at the same time. It was a humiliating defeat, bu somehow, I needed the pain to feel alive; the whole mess we were in was consuming me with sadness.

Our situation was, and I quote Nine: ''the biggest kick in the nuts we could receive''. I'm thankful of that line, it helped us loosen up a little bit. We had been in the outskirts of Buenos Aires for a few days when we finally received good news.

-'' You have grown guys, I cannot say how happy I am to see your improvement''- told us Crayton, we were having breakfast. We were staying in a hotel in the outskirts of Buenos Aires. We got a three rooms, I was sharing room with Six, Crayton and Nine where in a room, and Ella, Marina and Bernie were in another.

–''Thanks Crayton, now we have to think in a way to rescue Five and Eight''- said Marina. –''Yeah, no more playing the weak side''- Nine supported. Crayton was still working with the cell phone the Mogadorian left.

-''First things first, we need to know where they got them''- replied Six, -''that's obvious, they are in the Pit (we started calling the Pit the base that was hidden in the mountains of West Virginia)''- I said with hoping that they were there and not any other place we still had to find. We started discussing thinking in places where they could hide going as far as proposing the Moon when we had ran out of ideas.

Minutes later a voice interrupted us, -''Okay kids! That's alright! I think I have the location of Five and Eight''-, said Crayton while we were having breakfast, we all shut up and turn to look at him, -''That's great Papa! so where are we going?''- asked Ella with a face that was far more lively that the one she had in previous days, Crayton looked at Ella, then Marina, Nine, Six, and finally he looked at me and said, -''John was right, we´re going to West Virginia''-.