(A/N): The last one was short so... I made this a bit longer... I wrote this on an intermediate pad paper so it's not very long... Besides, it was originally a one-shot, but I made it a three-shot instead.

Title of Fanfiction: The Shadows of Their Eyes.

Summary: They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Ever wonder what one, two, and three saw?

Rating: T for violent themes.

Author: Lee1597

Beta: RenakhiteInk

Word Count: 1000 words.

Fandom: Lorien Legacies.

Type: Three-shot story. Multichapter.

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Two

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When I felt a hot and sharp sting on my ankle, I know we need to move. We've moved a total of twenty-three times in the five years I've been here on earth. I'm desperate; everything I'm doing is out of pure desperation, even as I type out these words.

"Nine, now eight. Are you there?" I take a deep breath and pressed enter.

In an instant, a response came. "We are here." I am in shock. Should I reply? Unsure of what I saw, I refreshed the page. It's gone, and so is my past.

"Two! What are you doing?" My Cepan, Caitlyn, exclaimed as she took my hand and my Lorien chest.

We are one our way to the door when it suddenly flung open, showing a man clad with everything black, plus a gun and a blade on his back. He shows a menacing sneer as Caitlyn charges, brandishing her knife.

The man easily deflects her charge, and then I see the braveness vanish from her eyes. I know I'm going to die. I just never realized that it will be here. I won't give up. Grabbing a knife, I charge.

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There's a time in our life when we are at our happiest. It may and will come from anywhere, at the time when you least expect it. That moment came to me when I was five years old. Even though it was a day before the attack, I celebrated. Why?

There were streams of colour in the small confines of my house. Streamers of every colour, all in the celebration the day of my birth. Yes, my birthday was just a day before the attack. I remember the laughs of the past as if it happened yesterday.

"Happy B6irthday!" My guests exclaimed the moment I went inside the room. I couldn't be happier. Nothing could possibly destroy the happiness I felt when my Cepan showed me his gift to me. A chimaera. It was a dog when I got it. It licked my face when I opened the small box dotted with holes. His eyes were gleaming with love; I couldn't be happier.

Turns out, my world jinxed me. For the next day, an attack was held in Lorien. With the Garde's fighting, the Cepans loaded a single ship with supplies. I was brought, along with my protector, Caitlyn, to the ship with eight other kids.

I was given the number two. I'll be after one. If he loses, I am second in line. Life is just a big game, isn't it?

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In our five years on the planet, we've moved from place to place like it was our purpose in life. Every three months, we change our place of residency. But I do know that our problems will not go away with some change in scenery. After twenty-three moves, I know that to heart. Our problems will always find a way to get back to us.

Budapest. Copenhagen. Oslo. Lisbon. Bucharest. Places I've enjoyed that we could never stay more than a few months at. Oh wait, add London to the list. I've never been there but I'll probably enjoy it there. We're currently on the plane to London. I was shocked when Caitlyn told me we'd move there. We always stay at places with the least amount of suspected Mogadorian hideouts.

"Welcome to my new life. Again," I say to myself as we drive to our new apartment.

"We'll be safe here," she assured me. "Just don't do anything crazy." She says before going to another room, fiddling with her computer.

I am just about to play on my computer when I feel a sharp stinging pain on my ankle. It feels like a hot, sharp knife piercing through your skin. I've never felt anything more painful. I scream in pain as Caitlyn goes to the room, clutching a small vial. She hastily applied the contents to my ankle feeling the cool substance in an instance. I sigh in relief until I looked at my Cepan.

I immediately look at my ankle to see a Lorien scar. I look at Caitlyn to see her distraught face.

"One's dead," Caitlyn say. She seemed to know what I was thinking that moment.

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I won't give up. Grabbing a knife, I charge.

I charge at the Mogadorian. I manage to land a direct hit on his skull then the unthinkable happened. It broke. It broke into a million shards; The Mogadorian could only sneer.

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaim as I try again, with a different blade. I also breaks.

"Use the dagger!" Caitlyn exclaimed as she kicks it towards me. She is currently bleeding to death, a small gaping hole on her abdomen.

I took the dagger and evaded an attack from the Mogadorian. I dodge every hit. I am now on top of him. Without a second thoughts, I plunge it into the Mogadorian's skull. Clouds of dust scattered across the room as I look at Caitlyn.

She is breathing heavily with her clothes tattered from the attack. She pants as I rub her back.

"It's over," I whisper to her. Her eyes widen, while pointing behind me. I hear a gun being cocked as I turned my head behind me. A Mogadorian loomed above us. I look at Caitlyn to see scarlet bloom even more through her polo. She got shot worse than I even thought. Before I knew it, I'm being held up in the air. I look straight into the Mogadorian's eyes and know immediately that it's over.

"You were so much easier to find," he says. I feel the tip of the blade graze my abdomen.

"The Loriens will get together. They will beat you," I spat at him as he ran his blade through my gut. I close my eyes and I lose consciousness with only a single thought in my mind.

"They will not beat us. We'll win,"

I black out.

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(A/N): There...

Review please :) One more chap. after this.

-Lee