Nine of us went in and only five of us came out. But that's not the whole story is it? We've had the help of Ella, the Goodes, Adam, and of course the Legacy. Not every story is a happy ending though. We may have killed the bastard Setrakus Ra and rounded up the remaining Mogs, but I still sense there's more to the fight than we think. They started this war. We ended it. Now we need you.
When I wake up, it takes all of my will power to get out of the shit excuse of a bed the government supplied me while the staff living quarters are still being built. My back is killing me. I trudge to the bathroom and take a long look in the mirror at what the guy staring back at me has become. His pitch-black hair has grown out to about his shoulders, the new stubble growing in gives him a slight 5 o'clock shadow, and bags the size of Setrakus Ra himself haunt his eyes. Not to mention the fact that his arm is missing. I groan and start to clean myself up.
I step outside into the friendly weather of the San Fransico Bay and take in the campus. The buildings home to the next generation of Garde encircle a grassy courtyard close to the size of a football field. Right now it's empty, but I can envision this place bustling with activity soon. The biggest building is directly across from me and it's known as Lorien Hall. The main offices, banquet hall, and soon to be permanent staff rooms are all housed the left are the dormitories and to the right sit the lecture halls.
To any random stranger this place could pass as an exclusive private school, but the chance of a stranger accidentally wandering upon this place is as slim as it gets because of all the security. The government made sure that an isolated location was chosen and barbed wire fences surrounded the forests that littered the campus. Not only this but the only road leading out of this joint has 24/7 protection provided by the handy dandy US military. Although I'm sure eventually a Garde could easily pass through their defenses if one ever decided to go rogue.
I shake my head at the thought of this and head off the banquet hall for breakfast.
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I'm in gym class when it happens. I'm the last man standing on my team while the entire football team is pitted against me menacingly staring me down. I'm defenseless standing there in the open gym floor as my teammates sullenly wait for me to get pummeled and for us to lose yet again.
"You've got no where to hide Luke!" Frank shouts. What an asshole. He thinks he's the shit cause he's quarterback of the football team. I know I'm done for but I can't let him see my fear. "That's a lot of talk from someone who can't throw," I call back.
That really pisses him off.
Before I know it, fifteen red dodge balls are screaming right towards me. I'm scared shitless and shut my eyes. All of a sudden a mixture calmness and courage washes over me. I don't know how or why but I instinctively thrust my hands out in front of me and brace myself for the impact. But the pain never comes. They missed! Those idiots couldn't hit a sitting duck! I open my eyes and gasp. They didn't miss. The dodge balls are suspended in mid air like someone paused a movie. Everyone is staring at me wide eyed with their mouths open.
"Wh-wh-wha?" was all Frank could manage to stutter.
I was just as shocked as everyone else. What hell is happening? Why me? Who am I?