Trapped in Mogadorian captivity was the absolute last place I wanted to be. I didn't have to worry about being harmed, they couldn't do anything without killing the rest of the garde. I've been pacing for the past two years, listening, and waiting for literally anything to happen. A while ago there were explosions on the other end of the building, but that was it. I figured it was just a mishap with some weaponry.
I was on the special, high-security unit of the cell block. They usually kept four mogadorians outside my cell, I don't know why. It's not like my 'legacies' are any use. There's only one other prisoner in this cell block, and they rarely devote any manpower to him. He's in the one across from me and occasionally mutters things in his in-between state.
I've been sitting on the floor for the past three hours, tossing a rubber ball against the wall, the only leisurely thing they could provide me with. I didn't know where Lawrence or Tybalt had ended up, but I had to believe they were okay.
It was my fault we were in here, I was being stupid and misaimed my lorite blast, blowing up a tree. Unfortunately, the shards of the liquid lorite in the air took Lawrence, my cepan's, consciousness.
I was a different member of the Loric race, known as The Guardian. It was my job to keep the future elders of Lorien safe. I was trained to be the diplomat and the control, the leader. I also contained the powers of Lorien, which meant I could both take powers, and give them. Tybalt was a small chimera, commonly in the shape of a black cat, who joined us two or three months into our time on earth. We didn't know where he came from, but he was useful.
The mogadorians were hissing in their low guttural language outside my door and I continued throwing my ball against the wall and allowing it to bounce back, using the lorite energy to snap it into place if it went astray its course, a simple trick Lawrence had taught me years ago. Its rhythmic thumping was the heartbeat of these cells, heard day and night.
Finally, one of the mogadorians turned and gestured towards me. I raised an eyebrow in question, not looking at him.
"Listen to me little girl," I rolled my eyes. Its English was choppy. "We are leaving. If you try anything, I will personally kill you."
I turned my head towards him and gave him a friendly smile. "What could I do?"
The mogadorian growled, before gesturing to his buddies and leading the four of them out of the hall. I waited for their clanking feet to fade before I stood. Time to put my plan into action.
I leaned against the bars. "Hey, you." I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was coming. When he didn't respond, I aimed my ball towards his back and whipped it, hitting him square in his brown hair.
He spun around as the ball rolled back to me. "What was that for?"
"I needed your attention," I replied, smiling at him. "What's your name?"
He is skinny, with brown eyes and hair. He's still taller than me, yet so obviously not Loric. He's got an aura that reeks human, so what happened that winded him up in here.
He hesitated, before letting out a short noise. "Sam. What's your name?"
"Juliette." I beamed. "Human, right? You definitely look the part."
Sam leaned forwards until his arms were hanging out the bars. "Yes, and you must be Loric unless mogadorians can shapeshift now."
"They can," I responded. "How'd you know I was Loric? And, how do you know about the Loric species?"
"Well, you told me I was human. You also moved and I noticed at least one scar on your ankle. You also have that unearthly beauty that the loric people have."
I nodded thoughtfully and plopped down on the ground. "And how did you know about Lorien?"
"You have time for a long story?"
I shuffled as he sat down as well. It was so weird to speak to an actual person again, not some guards placed outside my cell. "I sure do." I leaned forward, placing my hands on my chin and my elbows on my knees as I sat crossed legged.
"Well, I come from Paradise, Ohio..."
I blinked in exhaustion. Sam had met Four and Six, and briefly Nine. That meant the charm was broken on everyone except me. I couldn't die unless the loric race went extinct. The last one standing. I wasn't allowed to die, because if I did, then the loric race died with me.
"That is an insane story," I told him. It felt like it was getting dark, but I couldn't tell if it actually was, it seemed my internal clock was off.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked.
I gestured for him to continue.
"I'm on the lorics side, no matter what, but is there a chance of humans ever getting powers. I mean, you'd seem like the kind of person to know, even if what the garde know about you is a little shaky."
I sighed. "I don't honestly know. I mean, what makes us loric is the literal lorite in our veins. Our culture and lives revolve around keeping Lorien safe," I paused, thinking. "That didn't end well. Though I suppose if you could somehow get lorite in you, then yes."
"How do you know all this."
"Training. I'm supposed to know everything about Lorien." I rolled my eyes, blinking plaster out of them. Plaster?
Another bang sounded and I jumped up, Sam following suit. "What's going on?" I asked.
He didn't answer and grabbed his water bucket, banging it against the bars. I whipped my rubber ball at him. "Quit it!" I shouted. "You'll draw the attention of the mogs."
He looked at me and quickly set down the bucket, following my actions. He pressed his back against the wall. I stared out at him. We were allies now. We may not know each other well, but we had become the only person we could trust now.
A tall man runs up and stops outside of Sam's cell. I watch through the bars as he picks up the bucket, hiding it behind his back. The man is clearly mogadorian. I crouched and grabbed my ball off the ground, squeezing it as I turned to aim it at him. Maybe I could distract him long enough for Sam to hit him with the bucket.
"Who are you?" Sam asks, stumbling backwards.
"We are here to help."
Another man, this one human, came running along. Sam stares at him. I squeeze the ball, charging it with lorite.
"Dad?" I froze halfway through my motion.
"I'm here, Sam. I'm back."
The old man and Sam hug through the bars, the mogadorian hanging back. I clutch the ball and whip it at the mogadorian. The lorite crackles and snapped off his head. All of them turned to face me. Why didn't it harm him?
"What the hell?" The mog says, staring at me. I grab the ball off the ground and begin charging it again.
The old man stares at me for a moment, his eyes cloudy, before he blinks in realization. "You must be the guardian."
"How do you know that?" I demanded.
"I met you when you were five, twelve years ago. I welcomed you to earth."
"What?" Sam chirps behind his father.
"Where's your cepan?" He asks.
"I don't know." Is my only response. It's true. Last time I saw him was when I was thrown in here.
"Guys?" The mogadorian interrupts. "We have company."
The sound of soldiers feet is clanging down the metal fixtures as they run towards Sam, his father, and the mogadorian.
"Stand in the middle of your cells and don't move." The mog says. Even though my instincts say no, though I do it anyway. He claps and I wince as the bars explode. Time to go. I run through the blasted bars and grab Sam, yanking his prisoner jumpsuit and jumping through the blasted wall. He is screaming in my ear as we jump. I had to trust my natural loric abilities, and they didn't fail me. We landed on a rafter outside his cell.
"Get to the car!" I heard Malcolm shout behind me. I raised a hand in acknowledgement and jumped off of the rafter and into the courtyard. Mogadorians froze when they saw me. I grinned. I had waited for millennia for this opportunity.
I sprinted towards the nearest one and slammed my fist into his jaw. He flipped head over heels. I snatched up the gun that he dropped and aimed it at them, firing off blasts.
I gestured for Sam to get to the car and he did, running and jumping in the backseat. I looked up as his dad ran across and skidded into the front seat. I shot the gun one more time before sliding into the backseat and holding on as the car sped away.