While I wish I did, I don't own any of the characters or the universe of Lorien Legacies.
Nineteen. Nineteen people made it off Lorien before the Mogadorians destroyed it. One pilot, nine Cêpan, nine Garde. Before the attack, Lorien was a garden of Eden, alive with all types of life. Now it is a barren, lifeless wasteland. The Mogadorians ambushed the Loric people during their two week celebration time, and caught them completely off guard. They were in complete disarray and couldn't form a resistance. Within two weeks every single person on Lorien was dead. Only one ship made it away. The ships inhabitants originally planned to wait in orbit for the Loric people to fight back and win, but when the Mogadorians conquered the planet they set course for Earth. The fate of Lorien, and possibly Earth, is now tied to the nine Garde that were on that ship.
The Garde that escaped were no ordinary kids though. The original nine elders of Lorien each gave their powers to one of the nine. That Garde will assume the role of his or her corresponding elder. The leader, and strongest of the elders, Pittacus Lore, gave up his powers to number nine. The moment he did that, number nine would be forever tied to his responsibilities, and powers, as the leader of the Garde. But the power nine received from Pittacus came with a dark twist.
If number nine should ever become too angry, too emotional, too enraged, he will go berserk, wielding power beyond imagination, but will lose all self-control until the rage recedes. Pittacus Lore went berserk just once, when his parents died, and ended up killing his wife. Pittacus vowed then to never marry again, and lead an emotionless life for others safety. Unlike Pittacus, Nine is growing in a volatile atmosphere and it is only a matter of time before he goes berserk. It will be his true test.
This is the story of number nine, the boy who one day will be the leader of the Garde, the boy who will one day murder his Cêpan.
THE LEADER
I only have one memory of my time on Lorien. I'm standing next to a space-ship, ears ringing from bombs. There are three adults standing around me with worried expressions on their faces and tears in their eyes. One of them I recognize as a younger version of Allen, my Cêpan, because of his brown eyes and dark blonde hair. The other two adults I don't recognize, though after telling Allen what they looked like he identified them as my parents. The man has piercing green-eyes, like me, and the woman has straight blond hair with hazel eyes. They are both crying and hugging me even though Allen is screaming we have to get on the ship. Allen finally grabs me and throws me into the ship. Right before the doors shut I hear the same words over and over again, the only words I can remember my dad saying to me.
"Don't lose your way son," and then the ships doors are slammed shut, leaving me staring at a blank metal door, then everything fades away. Nothing haunts me more.
I relive that memory at least once a week in my dreams, and have asked Allen countless times what my dad meant. Allen is just as clueless as me to what my dad's words mean. Other than that I have no memory of my time on Lorien or the day of the invasion. Allen tells me stories of the invasion all the time though. How the planet seemed to scream with the explosions of the bombs. How the sky was filled with so many bombs they blotted out the sun. How there were bodies, bones, and blood everywhere. How horrible it was.
While I may only have one memory of Lorien, I remember almost everything of my time on Earth. I remember when we first got here I was five. Each Cêpan was given an envelope filled with one fake identity and one place to live, a bag full of precious gems, and a chest full of something Allen still hasn't told me. There were hugs, tears, and handshakes exchanged by everybody. Eventually we all started walking toward our first location, which were in completely opposite directions. I kept looking back behind me to see the other Garde because I knew I may never see them again, especially number one who I had become friends with during the flight. That is the only memory I have of numbers one through three.
We walked for what seemed like days, and I kept asking Allen where we were going.
"Australia," he replied.
"What's an Australia?" I asked, too young to understand.
"It's a magical land much like Lorien."
"Will Mommy and Daddy be there?"
"No," Allen said with tears in his eyes.
I remember taking a plane to Australia. The first thing Allen did when we got there was sell all the gems he got and set up an overseas bank account in Switzerland. He withdrew $40,000 and led me to a dusty brown-colored house. We left Australia when I was nine, because my first scar had appeared. It burned itself into my left ankle. It hurt so badly the first time, I was afraid I would die. I screamed for Allen and he ran in, wild-eyed, carrying a gun I had no idea we had.