A/N: This is basically my first fanfic in Lorien legacies. I have no idea where this plot bunny came from, all I know is that this is what I get for chasing one at 12 midnight.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lorien Legacies in any way. If I did, I wouldn't have brutally killed of Eight, and I would have devoted half of the book for just Navrina.

Hope you all enjoy this one. And now, may I present to you, The Fall of Eight

"Crying like a girl," I hear Nine say.

I was about snap at him for taunting Five. The situation's bad as it is with Five betraying us in favor of the mogadorians.

Five suddenly shoves me away, knocking me down. And using his flight legacy, he barrels straight towards Nine.

"Don't" Marina screams, just as the high pitched sound of the foot long blade protracts from Five's gloves, deadly, precise and pointing towards Nine's chest.

I see Nine scrambling to move, but he can't. Five's holding him down with his telekinesis!

Dammit, Nine!

Five gains speed, still heading towards him. I see Nine, struggling harder against Five's grasp. And purely upon instinct, I suddenly teleport in front of Nine, the blade embedding itself in my chest.

"No!" I heard Nine shout from behind me, but I wasn't paying any attention to him. I was looking at her, her face full of terror and fear. I guess it must be frightening to see someone you know get a foot-long blade impaled in his chest.

Marina, I. . .

Aside from the pain sharp pain coming from my chest, those words suddenly popped inside my head. The words I have longed to say her- and should have said, before any of this had happened. I thought about this second chance that I was given after narrowly escaping death at New Mexico. And I screwed up!

I stagger up to Marina, extending my arm up to her; willing myself to say those words to her before it's too late.

Marina. . .

I struggle to say those words to her, but I can't. My body won't obey me. I blame myself for having these feelings for her, for falling in love with her. My naivete of believing that I have managed to escape my fate of dying. For thinking that one day after we survive this war, we might be together. But I remember her eyes; the way they glint at the sun, the way her face forms the smile that I love whenever I crack a joke, and when she kissed me after healing me when Setrakus Ra stabbed me in New Mexico. How couldn't I fall in love her? She's perfect!

I suddenly feel the guilt of not saying my feelings for her earlier. I know it was kind of obvious from the way the other Gardes looks at us when were together, but still.

I love you, Marina.

As soon as I took another step towards her, everything turned black taunting me. The words in my head were now trapped into my mouth, left unspoken. The searing pain, that I am all so familiar with, erupts on my ankle.

It means the death of another Garde.

The death of Number Eight.

Me.

And it's done! Love it? Hate it? Go to hell because you've made my Navrina feels worse than it is, it? Comment them. Flames are gladly accepted because somehow I feel this one doesn't feel like standing up to my expectations as a fanfic. I don't know why, but I just couldn't get the tone right. :(( Hope you enjoy.

See that little white box over there? Yeah, that one. According to urban fanfiction legends, authors like me fangirl-or in my case fanboy- whenever the number goes up even by one point. So whadya waitin' for? Go ahead and review! I wouldn't mind you guys adding this one to your favorite story lists too. :D