Hey guys.
So this chapter is very close to the first chapter of the real book, but it is needed as it has very important info.
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In the beginning there were nine of us. We left when we were young, almost too young to remember.
Almost.
I am told the ground shook, that the skies were full of light and explosions. We were in that two-week period of the year when both moons hang on opposite sides of the horizon. It was a time of celebration, and the explosions were at first mistaken for fireworks.
They were not.
It was warm, a soft wind blew in from off the water. I am always told the weather: it was warm. There was a soft wind. I've never understood why that matters.
What I remember most vividly is the way my grandmother looked that day. She was frantic, and sad. There were tears in her eyes. My grandfather stood just over her shoulder. I remember the way his glasses gathered the light from the sky. There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were.
Nothing haunts me more.
It took a year to get here. I was four when we arrived. We were to assimilate ourselves into the culture before returning to Lorien when it could again sustain life. The nine of us had to scatter, and go our own ways. For how long, nobody knew. We still don't. None of them know where I am, and I don't know where they are, or what they look like now. This is how we protect ourselves because of the charm that was placed upon us when we left, a charm guaranteeing that we can only be killed in the order of our numbers, so long as we stay apart. If we come together, then the charm is broken.
When one of us is found and killed, a circular scar wraps around the right ankle of those still alive. And residing in our left ankle, formed when the Loric charm was first cast, is a small scar identical to the amulet each of us wears. The circular scars are another part of the charm. A warning system so that we know where we stand with each other, and so that we know when they'll be coming for us next. The first scar came when I was eight years old. I was doing some of my homework and I fell, screaming, while clutching my right ankle. The pain was terrible and I heard some of our neighbors come to see if I was fine. It was the first sign that the Mogadorians had finally found us on Earth, and the first sign that we were in danger. Until the scar showed up, I had almost convinced myself that my memories were wrong, that what Sam told me was wrong. I wanted to be a normal kid living a normal life, but I knew then, beyond any doubt or discussion that I wasn't. We were living in South Carolina and we moved to a small town in California the next day.
The second scar came when I was eleven. I was in math class. The immense agony that could only mean a scar came to me, and I immediately knew what was happening. I knew what happened to Number Two. I could stand the pain this time, without screaming and I would've stayed in class, but the scar lit my sock on fire. The math teacher rushed me to a hospital. The doctor in the ER found the first scar and called the police. When Sam showed, they threatened to arrest him for child abuse. But because he hadn't been anywhere near me when the second scar came, they had to let him go. We got in the car and drove away, this time to Pennsylvania. We left everything we had except for the Loric chest that Sam brought along on every move. All twenty-eight of them to date.
The third scar appeared an hour ago. I was at a party in one of my friend's house. I had never been invited to a party before. I had always, because I knew we might leave at any minute, kept to myself. But it had been quite for two years. Sam hadn't seen anything on the news that might have lead the Mogadorians to one of us, or might alert us to them. So I made a couple of friends. The party was going great, I was talking to girls I had admired, but never talked to. There was music, and everything was going fine. I felt the scar coming and pain ripped through my leg. The girl I was talking to screamed, but I calmed her down. I told her that I thought she was beautiful and that I hoped she would have a long life.
The stakes were higher now. They had found Number Three, wherever he or she was, and Number Three was dead. I ran down the roads all the way back home, at speeds faster than any of the cars could go. When I got home, I was drenched with sweat and Sam was at the bank of scanners and monitors that he used to research news around the world, and police activity in our area. He knew without me saying a word, though he did lift my pants to see the scars.
In the beginning we were a group of nine.
Three are gone, dead.
There are Six of us left. They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all.
I am Number Four.
I know that I am next.
I basically copied the first chapter, but I did change a couple things. This was necessary to do though so yea.
I might update later today, but if not definitely by Sunday on either one of my stories.
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