AN: Hello everybody. I got some real interesting stuff for you guys. Here it is. Enjoy.

I was sitting over the boy we met a few hours ago. After the explosion, Six and Eight went out to explore, and Nine started preparing for battle. I and Ella went over to the boy, who called himself thirteen, and I saw that that blast did more damage than I initially thought. The entire back of his head was bleeding, along with major burns up and down his back. I started healing him right away, but almost immediately Six and Eight reappeared and reported an army of mogs. Even Nine seemed to lose some bravado. So instead of fighting, Eight took the boy and teleported away. Six took my hand and Ella's and turned us both invisible. Eight reappeared and teleported Nine away. Then he reappeared and teleported us away too. We kept hopping like this until Eight was too tired to continue, and we ended up in an old and abandoned hotel building. Then, I sat down and started healing the boy. Everyone else sat at the table that was, remarkably, still there. After a few minutes, I sat back and surveyed my handiwork. His head had healed completely, not even a scar. He did, however have a scar running all the way down his back, from his left shoulder to his right hip. I have no idea how he got it, but looking at it, I suddenly felt sad. Before I could dwell on how utterly weird that is, he began to stir. Then he opened his eyes and looked around. After realizing he was on his stomach, he turned himself over and attempted to stand up. He managed to get onto one knee before he gasped in pain. Soon the others were at my side. The boy looked at each of us, one at a time. When his eyes landed on me, I got a strange feeling. It was like butterflies in my stomach, but once again, I was interrupted before I could figure out why.

"Well, now that you're awake, perhaps you can provide us with some answers." Nine said. The boy looked over at Nine.

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"How about who you really are, why you have our scars, how you knew the mogs were coming, how you knew where to find us, and why you say that you're number Thirteen." Said Nine.

"Okay. In which order would you like your meal good sir?" the boy asked with a fake cashier voice, and I couldn't help but giggle at the antic. Before Nine could respond, he started talking again. "Alright, so first, I really am number thirteen. I have your scars because I am part of the charm. I knew the mogs were coming because of my legacy. I knew where to find you for the same reason. Lastly, I say I'm number thirteen because I am. Did I cover all of it nine, or would you like some fries with that?" At that, everyone smiled, except Nine of course. He took a step towards the boy.

"Alright, look-"before he could respond, Nine was lifted into the air. Then, just as suddenly, he dropped. A look of concern flashed across the boy's face. He held out his arm, but this time Nine didn't even leave the ground. The boy looked down at his hands, which were shaking. Then he looked back at me, and I could see panic in his eyes.

"What did you do to me?" he whispered. Then, realizing that only I heard him, he took a step forward and shouted. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" he yelled at me accusingly. For the briefest moment, I felt very uncomfortable, even downright sad, and then it was gone. The boy frantically started patting himself, until his hands came to rest on two pockets in his pants. He gave a small sigh of relief, then turned and ran. He managed to run straight through the wall. After he was gone, I turned to look at the others. Nine was wearing a satisfied smile, while everybody else just looked confused. I suddenly felt very angry.

"What did you do Nine?" I demanded. He looked at me with that smile still on his face. He held his hands up defensively.

"Whoa, whoa, princess. I swear I didn't do anything. I'm just happy that that joker is gone." I looked at him and shook my head. Then I ran out the hole in the wall after the boy. I didn't have to run very far before I found him. He was curled into a ball, on the ground, sobbing, not even a mile from our hideaway. He saw me coming.

"Get away from me." He said, and I could actually hear his panic now. I knelt beside him, and he started shaking violently. "I said, GET AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted at me. I placed a hand on his arm. He immediately started trying to back away, but he was right up against a tree. He looked like he was about to scream.

"Shh, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Please, tell me what's wrong." I don't know if it was something in my voice or what, but he seemed to calm down remarkably. He looked me in the eyes. There was still panic there, but it was now accompanied by hope. I smiled, and he seemed to relax a bit more.

"There originally were only ten of us." He said after a small silence. "But, the elders sent three more as a contingency plan, just in case some of you actually died. Those three were Eleven, my younger sister, Twelve, my older brother, and me, Thirteen. Our guide was a man, but I can't remember his name." He frowned as he said this. "The charm cast on us was rushed and sloppy. It wouldn't take effect until we came into contact with one of you. The problem was, only I made it to earth." He paused again, and I wasn't sure what to do. Then he continued. "When we entered earth's atmosphere, things started going wrong. Before we knew what was happening, things started exploding. My brother wasted no time in placing me into the only escape capsule. I was launched into the atmosphere just as the ship we were on exploded. Nobody else survived."

"I don't know what to say." I said to him, but he didn't seem to hear me.

"I was about ten when we made it here. I've been here for about eight years now. Almost immediately, my first legacy developed." He said, almost in a sort of trance.

"What was it?" I ask him, and this time he seems to hear me. He looks at me and smiles.

"It's called precognition." He said. "The ability to discern possible future events. Over the last few years though, the events I see have almost always happened exactly as I saw. I developed clairvoyance, I think. The ability to see the future. Over the years, I've come to rely on it for survival. Now that it's gone, I'm helpless." He looked down at his hands, and then frowned. I looked at his hands too, and almost screamed. His left hand was embedded halfway through his leg. He lifted his hand, and it came out whole. He swished it through a tree, then turned around and slapped me, except his hand passed right through my face. Then he smiled, relief flooding his eyes. I turned to see that he had uprooted a small shrub with his telekinesis. When I looked back, he was patting around furiously, looking worried again. "Where is my chest?" he asked.

"You dropped it and that stone when you sprinted out of the house." As soon as I said it, he got up and bolted for the hotel. I sprinted after him as fast as I could, but by the time I caught up with him, he was already rummaging around in his chest with his right hand. The others were just standing there, looking absolutely stunned. I was about to tell them what went down, when Thirteen let out a holler of joy.

"YES!" he shouted, and brought out a transparent stone with what looked like a perfect sapphire in the center. He tossed from his right hand to his left. I thought it would go straight through, but instead, it stuck there. He smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen, then apparently the pain from all the exertion he just did caught up with him, and he passed out, though I see that he did not let go of the Chrystal.

AN:So, what do you you guys think of this. Let me know in your reveiws, and also see if you can guess what is happening to thirteen. Thanks.