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•Chapter 1•

-Nine's POV-

John was right. We are stronger together. And as Six, Marina, and I sit together in the cell we were thrown into a few days ago, I wish that we never got into this mess in the first place.

I wish that we never accepted Five into our home.

I wish we weren't so naïve.

I wish we were more careful.

I wish we never agreed to go with Five to get his Chest.

I wish I never said what I said.

I wish Five wasn't a crazy traitorous bastard.

But most of all, I wish Eight were here.

But wishing won't help, if we're stuck in this place. We need to get out of here, pronto. Without our Legacies. This cell cancelled our Legacies. Stupid Mogadorians and their stupid experiments.

A small sound brings me out of my thoughts. I shake Six and Marina awake. "Guys!" I hiss.

"Wha—" Six starts to say but I clamp a hand over her mouth.

"Shh! Someone's out there! Stay back." I crawl over and see a small hooded figure hunched over the few dozen locks on our door. She stiffens at the sound of my footsteps, but her posture relaxes when she sees me. "Here," she says, slipping me a tiny gun through the bars. "I know it's not that useful when it comes to fighting big ugly freaks, but it's fully loaded. I'll hand you more efficient weapons once we're outta here."

She unlocks all of them, and the door swings open with a loud creak. She swears under her breath. She grabs a nearby unconscious Mog and chucks it at us. I growl and dive to the side. But to my surprise, the Mog doesn't reach me. It hits an unseen force in front of my face and sizzles. It crumbles into ash.

I stare at her, amazed. "How did you know that?" If I ran an inch closer, I would've been fried.

"It helps when you can turn invisible," she says. She slowly removes her hood, and I get a good look at her face. She's a Mogadorian. I grab my useless gun and fire at her. She deflects the bullets and wrenches the gun away from me. "Nine, don't. If you want, kill me later, but after I lead you out of this hellhole. You want to leave, correct?"

"How do I know I can trust you?" I snarl. I must sound like some vicious beast but I don't care.

"Daxin was supposed to be your Cêpan, not Sandor." She says simply. "You had a Chimæra named Byscoe back on Lorien. You stayed in Vancouver before, and the Mogs found you. Sandor got his scar there. Sandor called you his "young ward". You lived in Chicago for five years before you got imprisoned." She pauses, and slips the gun through the bars once more. "Do I need to say more?"

Stalker much? I think to myself. She smiles. "I am not a stalker, Nine. I can read your mind. It is a useful but deadly weapon."

Crap, I'll have to be careful if my thoughts around her then.

"I still don't believe you, but you got us free. Let's go."

Marina and Six come out of the shadows. "Turn invisible," she orders, tossing us some more guns. "I'll lead the way. I'll communicate with you through my Telepathy."

Six grabs my hand and Mog Girl disappears just as we do. I don't listen to her, but somebody does, since Either Six or Marina pulls us left or right or wherever we need to go. Suddenly, another figure appears. Without warning, the girl turns visible and Marina almost crashes into her. The Mog grabs the person's hand, who, in turn, grabs mine. I try not to shudder at the thought of a Mog touching my hand. The girl turns invisible again, and we form an invisible human chain. Then we run.

I don't know where we're going. I just trust that they know. Wait—I don't trust any Mog. But between Marina, Six, and I, we can for sure pummel them if needed. I mean, three Garde with powerful Legacies against two Mogs? Easy. Wait, Mogs that can turn invisible and read minds. I bet they stole it from a dead Garde. But still, easy. I can defeat them in an instant.

We reach the entrance of the cave. We sprint out of there. None of us want to stay there for another minute. We fly past trees, rocks, Scouting Mogs, animals. We sprint on for another mile. Then another. "Where are we going?" I ask to no one in particular. "Where we live," Mog Girl's friend replies. "One of our safe houses,"

I immediately drop my hand. Realizing that the five of us are no longer connected, the duo turns visible. I cross my arms and glare at her. "And how can I trust you? You're a Mogadorian with Legacies. Just like Mog Boy. And I don't trust Mogadorians, even those with Legacies and who are on our side. For all I know, you could be leading us into a trap. I mean, come on, you think we'd believe you so easily? I could probably snap your neck and have you turn into ash quicker than you think I can."

Mog Girl sighs. "Okay I know that you guys don't believe us still. I understand. Watch." She takes off her sweater. She closes her eyes and her form starts to flicker. Setràkus Ra. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

But we don't see his ugly face.

-Marina's POV-

She changes into a young girl with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. She looks to be around twelve years old. Ella's age. This girl has Eight's Legacy. Shapeshifting.

On her neck is a Loric Pendant.

She's one of us.

But who?

-Six's POV-

What. Just. Happened.

There are only supposed to be Nine Garde! And there's this girl, wearing a Pendant! She has to be Loric, or else she wouldn't be able to wear it, but who is she?

I mean, she just led us out of here, scared the crap out of everyone because she was a Mog and we thought that we was going to bring us to Mr. Ugly Freak, and suddenly, Bam!, apparently she's a Garde.

This might be a trap.

We have to be careful.

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-Kiren

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