So, while I was re-reading I am Number Four, I made an edit and posted it on Tumblr. While I was making the edit, I came up with this idea and absolutely had to write it down.

Sorry for any mistakes, I'm writing this on my phone because I still don't have my laptop. I think I did pretty good, right?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lorien Legacies.

It's short, but, Enjoy :)


The war is over. They won.

It's almost too good to be true.

When their ship lands on Lorien and they step out, he thinks it's all a dream.

But, after pinching himself for the tenth time; John knows it's not.

He looks down at the silvery canister in his hands-the one with Henri's ashes-and steps out into the open, walking further out onto Lorien's surface and falling to his knees in the reddish dirt. All of his remaining friends stand behind him, no one daring to speak.

John turns the canister over in his shaky hands, saying, "We did it, Henri. We won."

He's fighting the urge to cry as he opens it with a white knuckled grip.

"Welcome home." He sprinkles the ashes into the air and they blow away. Nobody makes a sound, the wind gently carrying Henri's remains away.

Now, John is crying.

His shoulders shake as he sobs, putting his head in his hands. The others stand behind him, fighting tears as well, mourning the ones they lost.

Nine, surprisingly, is the first one to step forward. He makes his way over to John and sits down. Hanging his head, Nine bursts into tears, crying with John. Crying for Henri, for Sandor, for Maddy, for everyone who died.

Marina is the next one to joint them, sitting on John's other side, and, after a deep breath, she starts to cry herself. Memories of Eight, Adelina, Hector and her other lost friends swirl behind her closed eyelids.

Sarah sits with them next, mourning her dead family, Henri and all the people she left behind.

Sam, Adam and Malcolm all come over together, starting to sob for their lost loved ones.

Ella is the second to last to join them, but when she does, she sits in Nine's lap, sniffling. Then, she buries her head in his shirt, wailing, crying for Crayton, for everyone.

Six is the last one to break down. Instead of making her way over to them, she just sits down where she's standing and cries. The others notice this and come over to comfort her.

Ella manages to calm down enough to get them all to participate in a big group hug.

John has to admit, as sad as he is for losing almost everything and everyone to the war, these people, his friends, no, scratch that, his family, is all he needs.

When they pull away, he's smiling, dried tears staining his cheeks. They will live on, and they will be happy, for Henri, for Eight, for Lorien.


I made myself sad, again.

Oh, and by the way, if you wanted to see the edit I made, here's the link:

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