I [still] don't own the Lorien Legacies.

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Okay, I'll start the actual chapter...now.


Marina

Ella! I've found her!

"Marina? Five? What are you guys doing in the base?" she asks. "And why is Five half frozen…with an eye patch? What happened?"

The conclusion is obvious. Ella's clueless. The Mogadorians didn't tell her anything, nothing about Five being a traitor or my newest Legacy. And maybe even Eight's death.

"I'll explain it to you later, but I'm here in the base with Six and the others," I say. "Don't trust Five, Ella, he's not with us anymore." I cast a hard glance at Five, who grunts but doesn't protest. "Now come on, we need to get the hell out. Go get everyone else and prepare to run for your lives."

"Run?" Ella's taken aback. "Can't we teleport? Or is there not enough people? Maybe Eight can shape-shift into something with more arms…"

It's a good idea, she should've thought of it before…that. I look down at my shoes and turn away so Ella doesn't see the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry," I choke. "But that's not an option anymore."

"…Never?" Ella whispers behind me.

I don't respond.

Four

So far, things haven't been going so well. If I didn't mention it already, we are outnumbered.

"Will Marina hurry up and find that midget?!" Nine yells as he gets into a duel with three Mogadorians at once. I strain my neck and see Marina's brown head tackling someone. Is it Five?

"She, uh, seems sorta busy right now," I shout at Nine, who pierces the first Mog's heart with his sword. He coughs on the ash, but it doesn't distract him. "I think she found Five, though."

"He's here?" Nine gasps as he ducks to avoid being sliced. I watch as he gives the Mogadorian a forceful kick, then turns the Mog into ash with one slice of the Mog's own sword.

"Apparently so," I reply, doing my best to keep forming fireballs to protect myself.

A few minutes later, Marina yells at me. "John! Nine! Six! Adam! Let's go!"

Creating a shield with my telekinesis, I'm able to get Six and Nine to safety, and then I run behind them as Adam tries to catch up to me. The Chimaera are flying above the mess, keeping pace above Six and Nine.

Only when we are out of the cave do I notice her.

Ella's with us, and she's not even the slightest bit scratched.

Marina

As I tend Six's wounds, John, Nine, Adam, Sam, Sarah, and Malcolm explain to Ella everything that happened, in full detail.

The Chimaera Nine sent to retrieve his x-ray vision stone was sent away to hide in the surrounding forests by Malcolm in fear that it was being followed, and returned a few minutes ago.

"He's gone…" Ella says, her cheeks glistening with tears. "Gone like all of our Cepans."

No one says a word for a long, long time.

...

"Okay, guys, next order of business," Six starts. She takes the two stuffed portfolios that we took from the underground lair. "Translating these notes."

Nine groans. "I'm sorry, but I never paid attention to Sandor's French lessons. What else more helpful is on out to do list?"

"I know some Spanish," Ella pipes up. She looks up to me. "So does Marina."

"I took French classes in high school," Sarah adds.

"Who cares about Earth lingo," Nine mumbles. "These are probably all in alien!"

"He has a point," Malcolm says, flipping through the papers. "I can't recognize any of these characters. I'll do my best to crack it. Every language has a pattern."

"So we can translate it like what you did with those Mogadorian notes I found?" John asks.

"It'll take time to get all these papers cracked, but we can get them eventually. If all of them are in the same language, then after two or three papers, the rest will be cracked pretty quickly," Malcolm explains.

"Let me have a look," Adam says, reaching for the notes. "I might be able to read if it is Mogadorian. I know a tiny bit, as well as a little bit of Loric."

"Those pale freaks taught you Loric?" Nine says.

"On Mogadore, yes. They discontinued it, though, since the race is almost extinct," Adam replies. I know what he means: they aren't taught Loric anymore because after they kill all of us, it will be no use to them anymore. They don't even wait until we are all dead; they're so full of themselves.

But how do the Mogadorians know Loric? Who brought it to them?

Once the first batch of papers has been decoded, Six and I sit down with a portion of the stack between us. I pick one up and read the title.

It says, "PROCEDURE EVACUATION"

"Evacuation?" Six asks. "As in our escape to Earth or what?"

"Maybe," I say.

After tons of disagreements and confusing grammar, Six and I managed to get the message. Basically, once the attack started, the nine destined Garde and Cepan would rush to the airport. Then, like first come first served, we were each given a number (thank God Adelina and I were seventh to arrive). Once everyone was on board and everything was loaded, we would take off, and circle the planet to look for survival. If there was still life, we would go back. If nothing survived, we would escape to Earth.

Crayton's letter was right. Ella was never part of the plant.

But someone foresaw her, didn't they?

"Look!" Six exclaims, pointing to a page with a list on it. I look closely, and then I realize that they are the names of our Cepan.

I skim through the list. I notice Adel written on it, unmistakably a shorter version of Adelina.

Thoughts swirl around my head. What if my Cepan chose that name on purpose? What if her intentions were to stay at Santa Teresa? What if she knew that the Mogadorians would find me there after almost eleven years, and knew that she would die once I was found, regardless of my number? What if she wanted to be with at least part of her past when she died for us Garde's mission, hence the name Adelina?

The thought seems so bizarre.

Wanting to show the list to the others, I hand it to John.

Four

"Shit, dude, she got all of our Cepan!" Nine says. "Is Sandor on there?"

"No doubt he will be," I mumble, looking for Henri's Loric name—Brandon. Nine snatches the paper away from my hands, almost ripping it.

Then his eyes widen as they scramble over the paper, and Nine's left speechless as his mouth drops open.


The next chapter will include Nine's POV. It's not really essential to the plot, so if you've never read The Last Days of Lorien and don't want it spoiled, I suggest you don't read the Nine's POV part. (Although I may have mentioned something about it later on in the story; I have no idea)