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After Rereading everything, I've changed Five's character even more. Already have a couple of chapters done and ready to post.

Chapter 1: Five
My blond hair flies in my face from the strong winds here high in the atmosphere. My mind drifts from my journey of the hot pink skies setting in the west to my past that sometimes feels pretend and so close I could grasp it. I think about everything that has changed. Sophia is what a legendary man once called me but I also go by Five. I know back on Lorien my planet I was called something much different, but that doesn't matter because I'll never know.

I rethink my life before now. I had parents and grandparents, chimæra, toys, friends. I had everything. And yet it was all taken from me. I lost it all to the horrible, ugly, life-destroying Mogadorians who ruined my planet, Lorien. Ripped it bare of everything, sparring nothing, all for what? Satisfaction? Is that what they wanted? They ruined everything that ever meant anything to me there on Lorien and here on Earth. I came here to Earth on a ship bigger than belief. I was stored to preserve my kind. To grow strong and determined, to fight for everything lost. To help Lorien rise again, but honestly what's the point? I have nothing. The only thing the Mogs value me with is the amulet I wear around my neck. To show Mogadore one day, how the Mogadorians defuncted the Loric race.

You could say I lost hope, I did at a certain point. All I wanted was to die, to take the pressure off of everything I ever knew. After my Cêpan died, I had no plans. I threw myself off a cliff, I tried to so hard to die, but Lorien couldn't let me do that. I developed impervious skin keeping myself from killing myself. I tried starving but I developed supplements of food and water. My legacies felt as if they were mocking me. Trying to make fun of how weak I'd become.

I remember before my Cêpan, Lelia, died. I was stronger than anyone. I was a warrior. Even without legacies to the exceptions of one, I ripped through hundreds of Mogadorians before the age of 13. Lelia said the extra practice was good for me because the charm would protect me. Her and I walked straight into battles. She's would use the shield band as she instructed me how to take down the Mogs. So I was caught in the Alps and taken to a lair. I escaped, I was already 10x smarter than the Mogs by then. Lelia and I got out and then fought a huge battle in New York.

I still won. I felt invincible. No one could ever tear me down. Nothing could ruin this, but I was wrong. We were in Russia when my third scar came. I remember that scar the most. I cried harder than the first two, maybe it's because that night I lost my Cêpan. As we were rushing out of the country. My pant leg caught fire on the small train box and set it all into a huge blur of flames. My Cêpan slid the shield band on my arm and kissed my forehead. The whole train blow up flinging me into the cold snow unharmed. I cried for hours, nothing but me and my chest.

I had killed innocent people. People that had lives, families, and everything I once had. And now it's all gone, but the different is I'm the one who ruined their lives. Destroyed any hope they ever had.

I fell apart. I stormed to South America, back to where I had seen a Garde years before. I sit up by the statue of Jesus, replaying the memory of the Garde I had saw. How careless he'd been with his young Cêpan. Eating steak on the beach, barefooted with his socks and shoes beside him. I had enhanced seeing, my first legacy, ability to see miles ahead and things before they happen. I saw his scars and rushed his way. The Garde was lucky I killed all the Mogs approaching him. After killing the last one and destroying the signal back to the headquarters, I realized the Garde and Cêpan were gone. Lelia was very proud of my that night. Saying I had help save the capture of a Garde, hopefully he wasn't Three.

I pouted up at the statue and that was the night flung myself of the cliff only to be caught by legacies. That's the night I had completely lost hope. I remember wandering for days, lost and hungry till my next legacy kicked in. I ended up in Argentina. I didn't believe anymore. I pushed my newly developing legacies aside. Sense manipulation, transference of legacies, telekinesis, time manipulation, shapeshifting into people, and ability to talk to animals all started to reveal each time I cried, fought, or gave up. I was a goner at the age of 15. I fought hundreds of Mogs, hoping maybe one would be able to kill me. They never could. The charm still lasted. I would change into my Cêpan through shape shifting acting as if she was still here. I was stupid.

In Argentina, right before I believed again, I was approached by an older man. His name was Ruben. For some reason I trusted him immediately. He knew who I was and took care of me. Knowing everything about Lorien, he told me stories, said how important I am to the Loric, that I should become stronger and win, for he came on a second ship. Mesmerized by his words, I tried for him. He trained me and my legacies. He said I was complete. He was what I needed to survive. I still had my doubts but I respected him. I lost contact with him after he nearly died by a ton worth of cement. I saved him and fled from the town. I traveled to Peru and found these strange animals I could telepathically talk to. After minutes, the revealed that they were chimæra. I turned 16 after the news of John Smith, a boy I believe is a Garde, fought in Ohio. I told the ten or so chimæra, that I was leaving to meet up with him. They refused to stay there without me. The turned in California condors and flew me to Jamaica. We fought and won a quick fight. How they knew I was in Jamaica fascinates and scares me! I'm headed to California to find out more about One. The lair Lelia and I stayed in had the information I needed. I'm gonna learn all I can about the first three before meeting the other because I want to learn how to prevent another death from coming. From someone giving up like I did. I sit on the back of Kida, my chimæra, rolling up my pant legs. I feel the first three symbols in my left leg. A reminder of why I'm fighting and giving up isn't an option. Which this causes me to feel my other scar on my right leg. My symbol. The symbol of Five.

Hope you liked it. Five took a different twist. I think she's pretty awesome, yeah she had a very tough nadir in her life but she's stronger now and has awesome legacies. Also, yes she's a complete Loric. Time manipulation being her master. She's blond, tall, freckled, and tough. She has many flaws though and a lot of doubts still that will affect her in the future. She's still trying to find herself and truly believe she can win this. She's 16 and she's been able to keep out of the Mogs radar because she changes her features. Updates tomorrow or the next day! It'll mostly be every other day but sometimes daily. Thanks for reading