Seventeen years ago my life began on the planet Lorien my home planet where I belong, but five years after I was born, we (Nine Garde and Nine Cepan) were sent to another planet, planet earth where creatures called humans and animals lived. It was a peaceful place where you could love or hate with freedom, it was such a wonderful place, i still remember seeing those pictures of the strawberry fields in my father's old office.
But unfortunately it all changed when we landed on this planet precisely eleven and a half years ago, I was six then and it took as a whole year to arrive to the place we called peaceful, we are the reason Mogadorians came to earth, their goal is to destroy the nine of us, and they killed the first three so far, leading to destructive disasters to the home of those humans.
I merely known as number five, but I've had ten other names, human names, we made up the first before we first came to earth, Xenophilipa made sure we had enough fake ID's and passports, at least until I developed my teleportation legacy.
"You're Penelope Williams, birth date: 1st of December, 1993." Xenophilipa said when we first arrived.
"There are over two hundred countries on this planet, choose your hiding place wisely, some place unknown, somewhere where no one would ever think of living in, places people are never seen in, if you're having problems with that, choose places that might be too crowded, its safe and you'll be hidden easily." I still remember Malcolm Goode repeating this words and handing us the appropriate clothing humans wear and a huge envelope.
The first place I went to was Brazil, we lived peacefully, but a couple of years later Mogadorians attacked once again, I was eight and I managed to develop my telekinesis legacy that we all have, and thanks to the perfect timing, Me and Xenophilipa survived the attack and quickly left the country.
"Welcome to Jakarta Indonesia. We hope you had a comfortable flight, enjoy you vacation." The Indonesian flight attendant said smiling.
"How about Mexico? I heard they dance well." Xenophilipa suggested.
"Why not Argentina?" I asked.
"Paris? Rome? Switzerland? New York? Tokyo? Mumbai? Hawaii? Shanghai? London?" We spent twelve hours in the living room of our small house near the beach planning our next getaway.
"Russia it is." We said finally. But when never went there, Mogadorians attacked the airport that day, and it was the same day I developed my invisibilty legacy, and we took the plane to Paris. Of course I said yes, because I was only thirteen years old then and had already developed my third legacy, which was healing.
After Paris, Xenophilipa and myself went to the Maldives because it makes a quiet good and isolated place for training, and that is why we made it our new home for three years, until Mogadorians attacked again, but this time there was no legacy developing or an intelligent escape plan, they caught us within a minute, I couldn't even escape by making myself invisibile because I wasn't able to control it.
We were in a dome, chained and helpless. I remember being half concious and VERY hungry.
"Clara! Wake up!" Xenophilipa shook me wide awake.
"Try it!" She Exclaimed.
"Try what?" I asked in confusion.
"Shape shifting!" She whispered, afraid that some Mogs might have heard our conversation.
"How can I do that?" I sat up, my arms were still chained to the wall and very tightly, preventing me from moving.
"Try." She she said frowning at me.
"I don't know how." I said, upset.
"Just try it!"
"Even if I do and it works, what about you? How will you escape?" I said angrily, and I didn't want to hear that 'You're-strong-enough' speech again.
But somehow it worked, I managed to turn myself into a rabbit and escape the dome, leaving Xenophilipa there.
And that's how it turned out, I left the country all alone, I had no contact with Malcolm Goode, probably the only human that is capable of helping me and understand my needs, but he was there, I read on the internet that his truck was found on the borders of Mexico, probably some Mogadorians kidnapped him and I feel a little responsible for what happened to him, but my life depends on a whole planet, which I'd choose over Malcolm.