The hazel eyes stare at me. A feeling of relief washes over me. Nothing harmful, well except when I make the command. I press my lips together to stop a laugh from escaping them. I walk over to the figure perched on the dresser. My hands glide over the tan fur. I scope the small kitten into my arms and, wrap her in a hug. Slight purrs vibrate her whiskers. No matter how much I like to keep loving on my cat, I have to continue my search. Tink transforms into her standard lizard shape and, crawls in the pocket of my flannel.

I squat down to check under the bed. Nothing. I continue my search and check each room, extremely carefully. No mogadorian in the place makes me breathe a bit easier, but I still look for even the smallest of cameras or microphones just to be safe. Even though I have a gun it's the scariest thing I have to do. I know what will happen if they find me. I know what will happen if they find Jan. I would survive, but Jan, I just can't lose him, I can't lose more family.

Even though I finished I just stand there for a minute. What if the mogs find all the ones before me? Tink realises I stopped moving and crawls out of the black and red pocket. Her legs turn furry and she grows back into the kitten form.

"What's the report, wait, why do you have a cat?"Jan asks like it's his first day meeting tinker.

"It's Tink. She seems to like her kitten form," I say," I only found a sleepy kitty."

Jan laughs and hugs me. His arms tightly pressing on my back. He rests his chin on top of my head. That quick laugh hides his nervous energy.

I know the thoughts he loses sleep over. I lose sleep over it too, but I would never admit it. The dreams of our loved ones past is the hardest part. I was only four, but the memories, the memories of losing them are the hardest to deal with.

Sweet little Nova, only two years old. If this never happened, right now I would be helping my sister move into the training center, not fighting a war at fourteen. The only thing the flashes are good for is helping me remember the past, the life before this, before the war. I want to win this war, to restore lorien, to get back home, to properly put the warriors to rest. I am consumed by this hiraeth.

Jan and I know what the other are thinking without even speaking. Neither of us could bare losing the other. Jan lost his wife, and kids in the attack. He considers me his kid now. And I'm just fine being that, but I, I could never say that.

Jan gets a little teary eyed. He breaks off the hug and puts on a serious face. Always a warrior, always trying to be strong. He says nothing and grabs his bags. I follow behind with the bags full of my stuff and training supplies. I sit the bags down in the small 'living room'.

"Night dad," the words slip out, I panic and say, "night Jan," as fast as I can. Hopefully Jan didn't hear it. A smile crosses Jan's thin pale lips.

"Night Six" he says, yawning halfway through saying it.

I push open the simple light wood door. I rub the wall looking for a light switch. The fluorescent lights fill the small bathroom full of brightness. It's simple, a tan floor (which most likely was white one), light yellow walls, a small white dirty shower, a toilet, and a small counter, only big enough to hold my backpack.

I pop out my contacts, and look deep into my eyes in the mirror. How they remind me of the ashes. I pull my damp Carmel hair from the braid it was in. I grab the red thin-pick comb from my small black bag and brush through my hair. Quietly I say goodbye to it.

Tink rubs against my leg purring. Her fur tickles the side my bare shin. I walk into the small kitchen and, give tink a small sliver of ham. It's probably been in one of our containers for a week or more, but she doesn't seem to care .She runs with in hanging out of her mouth, back to my room. I put on my dirty old night gown instead of searching for my cozy pjs. I take my vitamins and cuddle into bed with tinker. Night is the unsafest time, but the only time I let down my guard.

I shut my eyes and when I reopen them, I'm in another world. Literally.

I realise it's the same nightmare but I can not wake up.

I try to scream and move, but my muscles don't respond. Nova! She's rushing across the field to get to me. She a hundred feet away. The man slams down on the ground next to her. She's thrown back on to her back, her little chubby cheeks turn to sky, to be met with the stark pale face of the mogadorian. The blade dives into her chest. Her bright blue eyes suddenly get dim, and release her childhood joy so quickly. As soon as it's too late to stop the Mog, I can move again. It seems like the whole world stops.

I bolt up, sweating, I grip the blankets so hard that my knuckles turn white. It's just a dream, it's okay, they're not here. The words repeat in my head till I find that convincing. My legs swing over the bed, I can't stay in the bed. It'll just cause me to think about it.

My feet touch the cold tile of the kitchen. Just make breakfast, don't think about it. I see a box of contacts, red hair dye, and a cup of hot chocolate on the table. A small note says,*I went out to get a little bit of food for the road. It'll take two days to get where we are going so make extra breakfast.*

I find that simple enough, so I start to mix the pancake batter. The tan liquidy dough slushes around the bowl. If only I had telekinesis. As they sit on the pan, I burn the papers I wrote my story on the night before. No one is to ever know that, especially the Mogs.

Jan walks in as I'm in the middle of making us a dinner for in the road. He stares at me questioningly. I just mouth *dinner*. He nods and comes over to help.

"What needs to go in the cooler?" He asks.

"The fruits, water bottles, and when I'm done making the tofu, that too," he looks surprised at how I remember everything. I can remember everything other than the past but, he still doubts me.

He says a little raspy "Why don't you really quick, and then I'll cut your hair the best I can." I nod.

I grab some pancakes and just eat them plain.

"Did you get cat food?" I ask softly.

" yep. We are only going to feed her before we leave the hotel and when we get to the next," Jan replies.

"Okay,"I say with a mouthful of pancake. Jan giggles and sits down next to me.

He does the same thing. I want to ask Jan more about Lorien, but I decide to hold that for the car trip.

As Jan dyes his hair auburn, I lay out what I want to wear. Most car trips I use to wear cosy trips, but now that I know how serious this is, I wear clothes that are breathable and good to fight in. A light blue tank top, leggings, and sneakers.

I walk into his room when Jan calls for me. I sit on a kitchen chair he pulled in there for me to sit on. He starts to cut my hair. I see a good few inches hit the ground. I touch my hair and feel how short it is. So short, but it's what's best. I have to change my looks. When Jan finishes cutting my hair, I walk into to the bathroom with the contacts, and the hair dye.

My hair is about at the middle of my neck. I see that he cut off eight inches of hair. Hello new me. I pull my eyelids up and down to make my eyes really wide to get the contacts in. That icy blue stares back at me. The same color as my old friend Sydney. She died in the attack. Another to fight for.

I squeeze the cold, ginger dye into my hair. Before rubbing in the dye, I see my natural black hair starting to fade in at the roots.

I remember my mum having black long hair, that she would do just the most beautiful hairstyles with. My brother had jet black hair too. He had stormy eyes that would turn a brilliance to them. My dad had ginger hair, almost the color of my dyed hair, and stormy gray eyes. The color of my real eyes. My mom had beautiful emerald eyes. For a while I thought were real emeralds. My little sister had ginger hair and the brightest blue eyes too.

I know most of what the look like from pictures and from jan, who was my dad's best friend. He says I was once on tv with the other kids, who if my planet wasn't destroyed, I would rule, but since it was, we were sent to earth. The closest, non-evil, planet.

I step out of the shower looking at myself in the mirror. I have my dad's dark ginger hair. It's more red then orange I guess. Tinky jumps on my bed and meows loudly. I pull on the tank and leggings. I tie on my tennis shoes.

"So what do you think?" I ask Jan.

He tears up. I run and hug him. He whispers as I wrap my arms around him, "you look so much like my sister at your age."

His sister, Jill,was stabbed right in front of him. Jan quickly changes the subject "please go grab your stuff."

I pack up my clothes. I grab my book. It's written completely in loric. Next is my small, slightly stolen, mog book. They all have translations to English. It's funny almost, the Mogs and Lorics use to work together in egypt, but now we're at war on the planet we use to help together. As beautiful and advanced Earth is, it still can't have it's species be at peace. Humans think they're so superior, but don't value their own planet.

"Tink, you need to make yourself smaller," I command. She transforms into a lizard, and crawls into my pocket. I grab my suitcase and roll it out. I run back in to grab my notebook, and laptop. When all of that's loaded I grab the cooler. I wish we didn't have to do this but, we need to. I lift the blue cooler into the back of the jeep. The open door reminds me to grab the most important items. I grab my gun hidden under my pillow.

Jan is already sitting in the car, and I'm walking up to the car. The weapon is placed in my hand, finger laced over the trigger. A bald man with tattoos and an ugly face walks up to the car. I notice the knife and I about faint. I start to raise my gun. I wake up tink and tell her "turn into your cat form and be ready to change."

As I pull my gun up, the Mog pulls him out of the car. The gun is targeted right for the Mog's head, but his knife is pressed against jan's throat. A stand off.

The bullet rushed out of the blue and silver gun. Jan hits the ground. I run to him. The ash smothers my finger as I try my hardest to heal Jan's cut. He's weak. I wrap my arms around him. He can't die. I've lost everyone who's ever got close or, I had to leave them behind. I'm not losing him.