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One POV
I hate teleporting. It's one of the thousand things I've added to the list of things I hate. Mogs being the first on that list.
I know I should be waking up right now, but I'm not. It's starting to creep me out a bit.
Right now I'm staring at nothing. Just a blank scene in front of me. There's nothing solid below me; no ground, no floor, just nothing – but somehow I can walk around just fine.
"Hello?" I shout into what seems distant blank space. I get nothing back, not even an echo – which will make this strange experience less exciting.
I sit down cross legged on the... ground? Yeah whatever... anyway. I start to think about Adam.
I honestly don't know what's going on between us – and after all, I did kiss him... well sort of. It was my conscience that kissed him, but I really wish it was me. My feelings for him are very conflicted, Wow One! Do you even know what conflicted means?
"Pshh, of course I do, it means..." I say to myself,
"Conflicted means like arguing" I say, trying to make my conscience happy with my answer. I feel like it isn't,
"So like... debating or something-"
"Who are you talking to?" I hear a voice come from behind me. I instantly feel stupid for talking to myself in the first place, and secondly I surprised that there's someone else here with me. Oh shut up One and just turn around!
I obey my angry conscience.
Standing in front of me is the one and only Number Three. My eyes widen in shock and disbelief. Three is quite young for a Garde, maybe a little older than Ella. He's very athletic looking, thin, dark skin, buzz cut that's grown a tiny bit out.
"Hi" I say a little too quickly, I stand up fully, I'm about half a head taller than Three.
"Um... hi" he responds, looking down a bit – he's probably nervous. I smirk.
"So you're finally not trying to kill us now?" I say in my mocking tone, slowly walking around. I taps his thumbs together and looks back up,
"Ha, uh... sorry?" he says, giving a forced smile. I grin and face palm.
Before a can say anything else a voice booms from above me. For a second I think I'm in Loric heaven – but then again, I'm pretty sure Loric heaven would be packed with Garde and Cepans.
"Number One" the voice booms, making Three flinch a bit, my grin melts away, replaced by my battle extinct – which is pretty much my normal rebel attitude.
"Yes?" I say loudly back, trying to answer the booming voice. Three grins and shakes his head slowly.
"You are the First. The one that was suppose to save them all" the voice booms back, I frown,
"Well when you put it that way, you make it sound pretty lame" I reply, I don't really care who this is, I just want to go back to the real world. Where the Garde are... Where Adam is.
"Terras' successor. The Planet Shaker, Ground Quaker. Number One inheritor of Terras" the voice says back, I'm shocked, and so is Three who just stares into the above nothingness. I feel like this little "trip" has done something to him for a second, but then he shakes his head – probably realising how stupid he looked. I grin and return my attention back to the voice.
"Number Three" the voice starts, Three flinches and tilts his head upwards a bit,
"Hi?" he says, really not wanting to have a conversation with a booming voice from not-Loric-heaven.
"The Third. Killed in Kenya. Garde to Randon. Alias, Hannu" the voice says – pretty summing up Three's bio. Three pauses for a second, not knowing what to do, so he nods instead.
"Velocitan's successor. Speed god. The Mercury. Number Three inheritor of Velocitan" the voice finishes again. Three nods again, I face palm again – I can see why Emily would do this to me and Eight all the time.
And now I'm getting really pissed off.
"So? Why are you telling us this?! I don't need to know this bullsh*t! All I want is to get back to my friends and finish this f*cking war!" I shout back at the voice – getting extremely angry now – Three flinches for the third time in 5 minutes.
"... Also maybe a Legacy would be good" I add quickly, not in my pissed off voice. There's a long awkward and uncomfortable pause.
"There will be a sacrifice. In exchange I can only offer you one thing. But know this inheritor of Terras... this sacrifice will change the ending of these destinies. The Eighth will stand, the Ninth will rise, the Sixth will fight, the Fifth will live, the Seventh will prevail and the Fourth will triumph." The voice sounds, the eerie vibe going away after his very long sentence.
Someone will die... there will be an exchange. Five will live. But who will fall?
This is no ordinary message... this is a warning.
I'm stuck in my deep thoughts, then everything starts to crumble away. Three's next to me, looking strong and ready for a fight. The nothingness crumbles away to reveal a...battlefield?
Oh really? Real original of you!
The field looks amazing. A wide open plain, grass coats the ground – but it's a dark green. Its afternoon, the sky is stormy... probably from Six.
The Garde stand to my left, they're looking strong and beaten up, but they look like they still have some fight left in them. Ra stands on the other side getting ready to charge and by his side is... Ella?
I'm shocked for the billionth time today. Three looks at me, his face full of fear and disbelief – he doesn't want Ella to join the Mogs. He speaks out to me but no sound comes from out of his mouth, he realises this and tries to get to me. I try to step forward to him, but something or someone is pushing me back...
I scream out to him, but he only sees my moving mouth, I looking back at the battle scene desperately, both sides are charging at each other.
The force pushing me back gets stronger. I'm slipping away. Setrakus Ra blurs forward towards the Garde. He jumps up and descends upon them, and then everything goes black.
Hannu/Three POV
I wake. I feel the blistering hot sun beating down on my aching body. These days just keep getting weirder and weirder.
I groan and flop over onto my stomach, realising that it was a bad idea to do that. I try to get up but my energy is just drained out of me. I am never doing what I just did again.
I honestly can't remember what happened after Ella and I broke out of the Mog base in Kenya.
Speaking of Kenya... where the hell am I?
I open my eyes. I'm in a room. The windows are open, so the burning intensity of the sunlight still comes through. The room is quite small, there's a worn out brown leather sofa opposite me, a desk to my right and I realise that I just flopped myself off the very low bed. I groan again, trying to lift myself up. As I do I hear some footsteps in the other room and hushed tones, I'm too exhausted and drained of energy to do anything about it.
The figure runs into the room and pauses, and then it runs to me. Another figure follows, but this time much shorter.
"Three?" a male voice asks, I groan in response, the other figure comes over and hugs me, after helping me get up and sit on the bed I fell off. once I've sat down, my vision clears, in front of me stands a man and a girl. The girl I instantly recognise as Ella, she looks at me worriedly and smiles at me faintly when I look up at her.
I look to the man; he has a cut beard, brown and grey hairs, about 45 years old, wears glasses. And it doesn't ring a bell. I look confused at him,
"I'm Malcolm... I was Number Four's Greeter... the last Greeter in fact" he says, putting his hand out for me to shake and looking down at the last part. I shake it a little less firmly than I should have. He smiles a bit at me.
I think I remember Ella telling me about him. I think he has a son... Sim? Sid? Sam? – wait Sam! That's it.
I look a bit more comfortably at the man standing before me now, Ella grins at me original confused look – she taps her thumbs together nervously. Why is she nervous? I return my attention back to Malcolm,
"Where are we?" I ask as I rub my temples and look down at my lap. Malcolm grins slightly before replying,
"We're in Australia"
Author's Note: Hello everyone! How did you like that chapter? tell me what you thought and please review! Think about, who is the sacrifice? What is the exchange? Where did One go?
Oh and just because: if you could bring back one Cepan, who would it, be and why? – please answer, I'm really looking forward to your answers.
Well thanks again folks,
Keep calm and read The Stand of Eight,
Paragon 8
