Hello, wonderful readers! :) Thank you for opening up my story, and hopefully reading!

This is my second Lorien Legacies FanFiction, and I really hope you enjoy it! It revolves around Six in her past. I see Six as a character that has so much potential for back stories and character development, so I hope to do her some justice!

I would like to dedicate this story to Insert a Catchy Penname Here and TomFieldings, who share in my love for the series and are wonderful supporters of my writing. Catchy also helped me develop many of the ideas and scenes that you'll find in the story, so I credit her and thank her for that. :)

I hope you enjoy the story! Thanks for reading! :)

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I escaped. I finally escaped.

After months and months in that forsaken, torturous Mog prison, I escaped.

But not before they took Katarina away from me. And not before I took that Mog's life in return.

But now, my adrenaline is pumping as I distance myself further and further from the base. I don't know which direction I'm going, nor do I care. As long as I put feet, yards, miles between me and that Hell, I don't care where I'm going. I'll figure that out later.

I'm alone. I've always felt alone, but now I'm more alone than ever. Those wretched Mogs took the only thing I ever had, the only thing I ever loved; they stole my everything.

They killed my Katarina.

But while the pain is still there, the wounds are still open, her death was not in vain. I proved to myself that I can do this, that I'm capable of winning this war, somehow, some way. I killed Katarina's executioner. And I will kill so many more than that. I'm capable. More capable than I ever was before.

But I'm still alone.

But I won't be forever. There are others still out there, and I need to find them. I glance down at my blurred ankle as I continue run; three scars. That means six of us are still out there. Me, and five others. I will find them. Somehow, I will.

I keep running. Night is falling, and I'm far enough away now that I have materialized; I'm overjoyed that I've harnessed my invisibility Legacy, which I know will prove to be useful in my temporary fight for lone survival.

The night air is cool as it rushes past my skin, and the air is slightly humid, but it feels better that way. My raven black hair flies behind me, and I can't help but enjoy this bitter freedom, even for a second. I am free.

But I'm still alone.

This loneliness is new, foreign, and painful. I don't truly exist in this world, and without Katarina, there's no one to exist with, no one to hide with, no one to care about me.

If no one in the world cares about you, do you even exist at all?

But the others are out there. They must care about me.

But until then, I am alone.

But I am alive. I was on the brink of death so many times, between capture and endless torture, but I'm still alive. They tried every way they could to kill me; stabbing, gunshot, burning, poison, drowning, suffocation, lethal injection...everything. But the blessing of the charm protected me, and their soldiers fell before me and I grinned in contempt as they did.

I can kill. I can grin as I watch them die. I have a bloodlust, and I'm glad.

I'm alone, but I'm alive. And maybe that's all I need to survive for now.

But how long can you survive if you don't truly exist at all?

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This was only the prologue, but I hope you enjoyed it. :) Thanks for reading!