Chapter 1

Morse thinks we should stop moving to other places.

Before we moved to Canada , we were at Argentina, hiding from the mogadorians. Morse, my cepan told us we need to live off-the-grid so that the mogs will have difficulty in finding us, it seemed like a good idea and Morse didnt find any suspicious activity across the globe that has something to do with the mogs .We lived there for 3 years. Morse didn't train me as we thought we were safe. We thought that they will never find us. We were wrong.

I got the first scar when I was 11, it happened during dinner, I was clutching my knee in pain, screaming. It was a sign that the mogs had found One and killed him/her, Morse realized that too and he told me that we are leaving immediately. To the public, Morse played the role as my "father" and claimed that his "wife"died of old age and his profession is that he is a salesman, of course they were false, false to conceal our identities, false to keep us safe. During our stay in Argentina, Morse told me about our planet, Lorien, on how the mogs nearly destroyed it but it is "hibernating' and the Loric charm, that we couldn"t be killed out of order. I was disappointed that I am not number Nine but thankfully I am not the first.

During the stay in Canada Morse trained me, I did my drills daily, Morse would tell me to do push-ups, sit-ups and other exercises to keep me in shape. As I did my drills i grew stronger in strength and fit. Even though we lived off-the-grid, I befriended with the locals who pass by our house, if they ask me where I go to school, I would say that I am home schooled. I had no trouble covering up my scar as I would use high socks to conceal them. We had been living in Canada for three years without interruption which relaxed me. Until one day.

I am playing Soccer with the locals I had befriended, I am the goal keeper, they say that the goal keeper must protect the goal so that the other team wont score. An opponent player managed to steal the ball and as he ran across me, I locked on the soccer ball and when he kicked I reached my hands to the direction the ball is heading and I screamed in pain.

I clutched my knee as the ball came flying across my head and into the goal. I peeked in my high socks and saw another scar appearing on my knee, I knew that somewhere number two is dead. My team was rushing to me and then I lied to them saying it was just a broken leg. Some offered to help me get home but I told them I could do by myself, so I limped back to my house in order for them not to know about my the truth.

When I get back home, Morse was waiting for me and when he saw my scar he was taken by surprise.

"They found number two...I am next." I said,bloodshot and worried

Morse looked at me in a loss for words, then he finally spoke.

"Then,we must go somewhere less crowded than Canada."

"Where?" I ask.

"Kenya."