Hi guys, chapter 11 already. This fic is the longest I have ever written, at least chapter-wise. Please review, follow, favourite and answer the poll on my profile.

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Marina: who are you?
Me: so I'm not Pittacus Lore?
Marina: Uh, no.
Me: but I want to own this series so badly
Nine: TOO BAD!
Me: Oh, my gosh, Nine, I love you!
Nine: AHH! It's another one of those crazy fan-girls!
Marina: Run!
Nine: *runs away*
Me: I'll never forget you!
Marina: who are you anyway?
Me: doesn't matter, but I sure as hell ain't Pittacus Lore, so sadly, this fantastic work of literature isn't mine.
Marina: Wait, what? Does this mean I'm not real?
Me: uh… *runs away*
Marina: okay, moving on…

FOUR

I am nervous throughout the entire flight. We're going to meet the others at the terminal. Now that we're away from danger, my mind is freaking out. Of course it's going to be brilliant meeting the others, but I'm probably much weaker than them. Apparently both of them are older than me, even if it's only by a little. I almost laugh at myself. I'm beginning to be intimidated by people I don't even know.

Apparently Nine is a guy, and I already know that Seven, aka Marina, is a girl. She seemed nice when I spoke to her telepathically. She could be different in real life though.

Henri gives me a comforting look, like he understands what I'm thinking.

"Hey, don't worry, it'll be fine."

I nod my head, wishing I could believe him.

The flight lands very bumpily, leaving me feeling nauseous as well as nervous. We grab our things and go to the bag collection thing. After about 10 minutes of searching for our bags, we find them and walk out.

I scan the area, looking for a pair of teenagers and two adults.

Henri is looking just as hard as I am.

I hear a shriek and turn around just as a girl tackles me into a hug. I stand there, stunned. I hear a voice.

"Don't scare him, Mar!"

I feel the girl release me, and I am actually able to see what she looks like.

Wow.

She is about my height, and looks a little older than me. She has deeply tanned skin and a perfect complexion. Her eyes are sea-green and glittering with excitement. Her hair is brown, but so dark that it could easily be mistaken for black, and falls half-way down her back. She has high cheekbones and a blinding smile, and long eyelashes. She's beautiful, but I don't feel interested in her. Not hugely, anyway.

Now that the girl, who can only be Marina, has released me, I am able to see the other Garde, Number Nine. He's taller than me, and looks much fitter. He has brown eyes and long black hair. I vaguely remember him from the ship.

He grins at me, and my worries melt away. Both of them seem happy that I'm here, instead of critiquing me. Nine shakes my hand, which is much less overwhelming than Marina's hug.

She grins at me sheepishly.

"I'm Marina."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Yeah, I guessed," I point at Nine, "He doesn't look much like a girl." I pretend to squint at him. "Except for the hair."

Marina laughs and Nine mock-pouts.

"He does need a haircut." She says, giggling as she picks up a strand of it. He playfully bats her hand away.

He grins, then looks me over, but it doesn't seem threatening.

"I am going to whip you into shape, Four." He says, rubbing his hands together.

"Run for your life, he's crazy." Marina whisper-shouts. I laugh.

The three of us look over to where our Cepans are talking and telling stories. Adults, I mouth, shaking my head. Nine snickers and Marina smiles.

"So," I say, "You guys got any legacies?"

Marina nods. "I have Telekinesis, night vision, underwater breathing, healing, Cryokinesis and mind manipulation."

My mouth drops open.

Nine tuts at her. "Show-off."

She does the mature thing, and sticks her tongue out at him.

Nine rolls his eyes and tells me what legacies he has.

"What about you?" Marina asks, looking at me curiously, "Have you got any legacies yet?"

I shake my head, feeling embarrassed after hearing all of their amazing legacies.

"Eh," Nine waves his hand dismissively, "Don't worry dude, they'll come eventually." I smile, still feeling a little discouraged.

At that moment the other Cepans come over to us.

"Hey, Four, I haven't seen you since you were five years old." The female Cepan says. She smiles at me. "I'm Adelina, Marina's Cepan." I smile in greeting.

The other one elbows forward. He's younger than either of the others. He looks like he's in his late twenties or early thirties. He has black hair and a short beard.

"I am Sandor, the most awesome Cepan. You can forget about the other ones."

I laugh and he grins.

"So, kiddo, you got any legacies yet?" he asks.

"Uh, no." he shrugs.

"Don't worry. I knew a guy who didn't get his legacies until he was 23!" he hoots, "It was hilarious, if only you guys had been there."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Is that meant to reassure me?"

He looks at me with surprise.

"It didn't?"

"No," I say, "No it didn't."

Sandor shrugs. "Oh well, I wasn't cut out to inspire people anyway."

Henri rolls his eyes, something he rarely does.

Adelina comes forward and smiles at me in a motherly way.

"Come on, we'd better get out of here."

MARINA

I watch, amused, as Four stares open-mouthed around at our suite.

"So, whadayah think?" Nine says.

"It's fucking awesome." He says.

I grin, glad that he likes it. From what I've gathered already, Four is sensible, responsible and brave. Though he has an overly serious, solemn side, he also has a wicked sense of humour. I can't help but think that he would make a good leader. He has already shown an aptitude for making Nine shut up, and that puts him in my good books. He is only a little younger than Nine and I. He sounded eager at the mention of training, and I can tell he is greatly anticipating his legacies. I'm mostly just glad that Nine was as nice as he was. The two have only known each other for a few hours, but they already act like brothers. It's quite amusing at times. I tell him about the horror of the schedule, and that he can take Loric lessons with Adel and Nine, or tech lessons with Sandor and I.

He decides to take Loric lessons with Nine, and I tell him everything he needs to watch out for.

His Cepan Henri seems surprised at my personality. When I ask him what it is, he simply tells me that I've changed a lot since the ship. Apparently back then I was shy and scared.

I'm not anymore.

The Cepans go to bed, and the three of us sit in a circle, or triangle, and just sit there learning everything about each other. He is interesting, to be certain, and he seems to feel the same way about Nine and I.

I realise why I seem strange to him after I've heard his story. He's lived in a total of 22 places, and I spent most of my life in the convent in Spain. I guess that must seem weird to him.

After about an hour of talking, pretzels and hysterical laughter, we decide to turn in for the night.

NINE

Four likes sleep even more than I do, which is something neither Marina nor I thought was physically possible. When he gets up in the morning he looks like a zombie. Marina, seeing this, grins and instantly moves over to the coffee machine.

"Ugh," he groans, "Too early."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Dude, its 9am."

He looks at me blearily.

"Exactly, too early."

I laugh and Marina takes a mug of coffee over to him.

"Here, this may cure your fatigue."

Four laughs and takes the mug from her, thanking Mar as he does so.

I watch her as she returns to the stove to finish breakfast, which is French toast. The smell of cinnamon is overwhelming, but I love it. Inhaling has never been so delightful. I watch Marina as she cooks the toast, noting how she flips it and dips the toast in cinnamon. I hear a cough and turn to Four. His eyes dart to Marina, and he waggles his eyebrows at me. I realise I must have been watching her longer than I realise. Four grins at me, and in reply I flip him off. He snickers into his coffee.

"So," Marina says, walking over with a piece of French toast in her hand, "What's on the schedule for today?"

I shrug.

"I don't know." I say, snatching the piece of French toast out of her hands and taking a bite as I walk over to the Cepans. Mar looks surprised when I turn back to them, and Four looks amused by the expression on her face.

I sit down on the couch next to Henri, who is scanning the newspaper, and turn on the TV.

"Maybe we could show newbie here the city." I say as I channel-surf, continuing to eat my stolen toast as I do so.

Marina nods and walks over, snatching the last bite of French toast out of my hands as I'm about to eat it.

"Sounds like a good idea." She puts the piece in her mouth and winks at me as she walks away. Four laughs at my annoyed expression.

I glare at him.

"Oh you are going down." I say. He jumps up and sprints out of the room as I leap off the couch to give chase.

I hear Marina's laughter ringing in my ears as I run.

The end…

…of chapter 11. Haha, hope you guys enjoyed, please review, follow and favourite. Be sure to answer the poll on my profile. :) :) :)

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