SAM, SIX AND JOHN HAVE ALL SNUCK INTO THE MOGORIAN BASE, LOOKING TO RETRIEVE JOHN'S CHEST. SIX HAS NOT GONE AFTER MARINA AND ELLA. ALTERNATE.
"John!" Came a cry from the hall. A female cry.
"Six!" I yelled, running to the voice, Sam in tow. We rounded a cornor to see an open cell.
"In here!". Sam and I glanced at each other before entering the cell. Inside, Six kneeled on the ground infront of a girl. She had long brown, knotted hair and looked horrible. More in a starving, tortured, left to die horrible then any other.
"What?" Sam asked, spotting the girl.
"She's one of us," Six replied. I glaced at the girls ankles. They held no scars.
"No she's not," I replied. Six shook her head.
"Not a Garde," she answered. "A Lorien all the same." As she began helping the weak girl up.
"How can you tell?" Sam asked, as I approached to help Six. I grabbed the girls shoulders and my eyes widend.
"You saw it too?" Six exclaimed. I nodded.
"Saw what!?" Exclaimed Sam, as Six and I, hurridly tried to stand the girl. Her brown eyes glazed over us, before dropping back to the ground. She was exhausted.
"Explain later," I answered, as I levited the girl using telekinesis. "I'll take her, you two make sure we get out alive," I instructed Sam and Six, as we scurried back into the hall of the morgorian base, and ran for what we remember was the exit.
"What about your chest?" Sam cried. I thought for a moment, then glaced at the floating, weak, Lorien girl.
"Next time," I replied, as we ran as fast as we could, shooting down Mogs. I needed my chest, but after that vision- i knew this would be the best choice.
