We exit the plane. So far there are no Mogs attacking, as the force field would have lit up. The first thing we do is to walk to a Spaghetti shop. As we eat, Satu begins a conversation with me.

"Are you fine with Laura Enetram?" she asks.

"Yep. Sounds pretty okay to me."

"Continuing our history," she begins. "You were born in Calgary, Alberta, Canada."

"Woah, woah, where did that come from?"

"Just made it up," she smirks.

We leave after finishing half the plate.

"Would you like to go to school?" Satu smiles. I nod in excitement. I have never been to school before, as we always have to run after a few months. I guess I am a little too excited, as Satu leans forward and whispers.

"Make sure no one knows that you are Number Eight. Keep your identity down. If you spot any suspiscious human, or any Mog, make an excuse to go to the toilet and use Caschœira to become water, and flow out of school back home. We'll leave immediately that way."

"Yes, Mom," I reply, trying out that term. In Tosberry, England, Satu was my aunt. I called her Auntie Amelia, but now I have to call her Mom.

-...-

It is sunset, with a beautiful, clear horizon in the sky. We pass by other houses. This is not such an isolated place, in fact, this is a city. Satu makes a right turn, turning into a road called Juttilantie. She continues to use the GPS, insisting that we are reaching our house. Making another few turns, she arrives at this road- Ukinkuja- stoppig at a bright blue house.

There is a black honda parked in front of the house. The house is three-storied, but there are two windows broken. The garden has not been mowed for very long, but other than that the house is quite okay.

We walk out of our Volkswagen. When we come out, a woman with straight, brown hair comes out carrying a clipboard and a folder.

"Miss Satu Ruotsalainen?" the woman says.

"Who is that woman?" I ask Satu, pointing to the woman

"She is the real-estate agent."

"Yes," the woman says. "Are you Miss Ruotsalainen?"

"Yep, and this is my daughter Laura. My husband died in the Twin Towers crash in 2001," answers my Cêpan.

"Ah, that's sad. I'm Helmi Seppinen, an agent from Janakkala Houses. My colleague Emmi Hossi spoke with you on the phone, right?"

"Yes, I do remember Emmi. I'm at the correct house, am I?"

"Of course," Helmi says, reaching forward to shake Satu's hand. "Hope you have a nice stay here."

The furniture inside the house is pretty old, but they are kept in good condition. There are five bedrooms, each painted a different colour. I can roughly imagine the famiky that once lived here, the pink bedroom for the younger girl, the blue one for the older girl, the red one for the younger boy and the black one for the older boy. I choose to make the blue one my bedroom.

There are a few books on the small bookshelf. I rummage through it, frantically searching for twenty-first century books. I only find two. "A Year Down Yonder" by Richard Peck and "A Single Shard" by Linda Sue Park. Both Newbery books.

The entire shelf is covered with Newbery books, the earliest being in 1990. The family must have moved in in 1990, and moved out in 2002. Just one year after my imaginary father died. Obviously, my real father died in the Mogadorian Invasion of Lorien, and that was in 1999. This year is 2011. It has been 12 years since he died.

Satu carries my chest to her room. She chose the room with white walls. Though I already developed three legacies, Satu insists I must wait till my fourth legacy before I open it.

"You better get a good night's rest," she orders. "You are going to school tomorrow."

The school is called Turengin Lukie, on the road of Lukiotie. It is bigger than other schools, and much more grand.

"Don't show your intelligence," barks Satu. "It'll make them jealous."

"I would never."

"Don't hurt anyone. They'll complain and the Mogs will know."

"Never dreamt of it."

Satu breathes. "And also, keem an eye out for any signs. Your fourth legacy is appearing soon."

"I know."

My Cêpan eyes the surroundings inside the car.

"Laura," she begins. "In Lorien all the Garde have Master Legacies, the last legacy to develop. It would be the most powerful of their legacies. But, however, one legacy would be slightly less powerful than it. The Garde would know which legacy it will be by the birth time of the Garde."

"You were born at 8:04am. That means, your fourth legacy will be the most powerful one other than your Master Legacy which will not come so soon," she briefs.

"So what are you telling me?"

"I'm telling you, this fourth legacy- whatever it is- can appear anytime. And when it does- you have to call me. If your fingers emit darkness, or you start to shake, or your hands become red- anything, take out the phone and call me."

I nod.

Whatever my fourth legacy will be- I know it will be important.

I just know.