Welcome! This is my first ever Lorien Legacies fanfic!

Updates for this story will be about 1000 words each, and will be irregular.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy, I haven't read the Power of Six in a while, so sorry if I mess this up! Also, Nine and Marina will be the same age.

Disclaimer: I am not Pittacus Lore.

MARINA

I wait impatiently for Sunday Mass to end, wriggling around in my chair. I cast a look over to where my Cepan, Adelina sits with her head bowed low.

If this works, she will believe again.

If this works, she'll have to train me.

The nuns at the alter begin reciting the concluding prayer, and I gather up the layers of my dull grey dress, preparing to leave the chapel. They finish the prayer and I am on my feet before anyone else has realised that it is over. I march out the doors and stand impatiently, tapping my foot on the mottled grey cobblestone.

Adelina finally emerges, after an excruciating two-minute wait, and I rush over to her.

"Adelina!"

She turns, noticing me, and smiles half-heartedly.

"Marina, what is it, I thought you would be off enjoying yourself. You do have 3 hours to relax you know."

"I have to show you something, please?"

Adelina sighs, but nods, knowing I wouldn't be this worked up over nothing.

I grin, probably looking like a maniac, which really isn't good for my image.

I'm only ten, making me one of the youngest girls here, and the others already berate me because I'm small. I don't need them believing I'm crazy as well.

I grab her hand and drag her off.

I shove a particularly vicious pine branch aside, wincing as its needles stab my arms. Adelina walks behind me, muttering under her breath.

"Marina, I'm beginning to think you've lead me on a wild goose chase."

I shake my head, still not entirely sure of the meaning of that phrase.

"No, we're here."

Adelina pulls up beside me, then turns to me questioningly.

"You dragged me through the forest for an hour to see a cave?"

I nod my head enthusiastically.

"It's what is in the cave that's important."

I lead her inside, and show her the paintings.

Adelina, seeing them, widens her eyes, mouth dropping open.

"But, its Lorien, how do you..."

"I dream about it, I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen."

Adelina turns to look at me.

"I-I'm sorry, Seven, I forgot." Her face closes off.

"-I forgot what we were fighting for."

I smile sadly.

"Well, now that you remember, train me, train me so that we can fight back! So that we can restore Lorien to its former glory, so that we can make the Mogadorians pay for what they've done!"

Adelina lifts her head, and I see something I haven't seen in a while.

Hope.

It burns and glows, almost angrily in her eyes.

"You're right, Seven," She says, "we will fight back. I'm sorry I neglected you, but now," she turns to me, tears in her eyes, "now you have reminded me what they took from us, and I won't neglect you again."

And she doesn't.

We officially start training two days after that happens.

We work out a schedule for when we will be able to escape the glares of the nuns at the convent. She first starts teaching me how to recognise Mogadorians, and what their weaknesses are. My hand-to-hand combat is a success as well under Adelina's watchful eye. She tells me that I will be far stronger when I start developing legacies, something that I greatly anticipate.

I get my first scar two months after that.

I am waiting for her to arrive so we can begin training. I start to climb thee trees, where, at the top, there are branches as thin as my thumb. I climb all the way up, amazed that the tiny branches can hold my weight.

I step on them cautiously, testing their durability, before walking across them. I soon begin to smile, now running up and down them, shrieking gleefully, my arms extended horizontally for balance. I stop near the end of a branch and look out over the forest, perched up high here, I feel so at peace.

"Hola, are you a little Loric, or a little bird?"

I smile down at Adelina, who stands with a particularly wicked-looking sword.

I hop down the branches, finding stable footing each time, and land on the ground.

"Let's begin," Adelina instructs, "today I will be teaching you sword-fighting basics, it will come in handy in the future." I nod and grin, eager to be handling some real weapons for a change.

She shows me how to hold a sword, and how to block and deflect blows, as well as some basic defensive moves.

We work for three hours, boiling under the Spanish sun.

Adelina wipes some sweat off her brow.

"I don't understand it here, it is so cold in winter, but so hot in summer! Spain needs to get its shit together."

I laugh at the last part, mock-tutting her for swearing, which makes us both laugh even more.

We continue with the sword-fighting. I have picked it up fairly quickly, and manage to block most of what my Cepan throws at me.

She makes a cut at my leg, but hits me with the flat of her blade, instead of the sharp edge.

I smile, but it drops from my face, I can feel an odd, tingling sensation on my leg.

"Marina?" Adelina asks, frowning at me with a concerned expression on her face, "what is it?"

My right ankle suddenly, inexplicably, explodes with pain.

I scream, feeling like someone is shoving a hot poker into my leg, and crumple, both hands clutching the source of the pain.

"Marina!" Adelina shouts, running over to me, her sword lying forgotten behind us.

She pulls me into her arms comfortingly, rubbing my back, then kisses me softly on the top of my head.

"It's okay, little bird, its okay. It will be over soon."

I have stopped screaming, the pain now beginning to fade from my ankle, and have begun crying.

"What does it mean, Adelina?"

Adelina sighs, as if considering telling me the truth or not.

"It means they've found us."