It's freaking hot in my room from the friction and speed that I'm typing to write these chapters. Here you go though, Chapter 2 out of 3. This one is a tiny bit longer than the others because I couldn't stop writing. I'm going to have a little break and then continue with the final chapter, the chapter that you've all been waiting for (well, I have at least) Enjoy :)

Kylie

Sieving through the chest full of Loric stuff I hardly notice the knock at the door. I hear the door open, a collision and a thud. I turn around to see Marv on the floor in front of a huge man. He is very pale, bald with tattoos and horrible coal black eyes. My Cépan's next words only confirm the fear I have inside of me.

"Mogadorian …" he breaths.

Adrenaline begins to course through my veins and I feel my battle reflexes starting to kick in. I grab the handle from my chest, hold it in both of my hands and flick my wrists down. The familiar blue light extends the handle into the Katana that I only learned I had about five minutes ago but it feels as though I have used it all my life. The Mogadorian smirks and unsheathes his own sword. It is glowing silver, like liquid metal and seems to twist in the Mogs hands. Marv scurries back and out of range of the Mog. I've got this one.

The Mog charges letting out an ear-splitting battle cry, but I stand my ground. He swings at my head but I duck swiftly and it collides with a beam just off to the left of me. The sword is stuck in the wood for a split second, but that's all I need. I bring my Katana up and into where his heart should be. The Mog yelps and slumps forward. To my surprise, his body turns to ash and falls into a pile on the floor. Marv breathes a sigh of relief.

"Well done, I had no idea what I would've done had you not been there".

I'm about to respond when Marv is hit by a green blast. I scream and he goes down. I turn to see another six or so Mogs entering the flat. I turn and run for cover behind the wall all whilst being shot at. I get there and press my body up against it. What can I do? I only have a sword and they have guns. Is Marv okay? What should I do?! Then it comes to me. I haven't used it a lot as it only appeared not too long ago. We didn't have time to properly train before we had to leave so I can't control it very well. Apart from this I don't feel like I have any other choice. Focusing very hard, I try to find that feeling deep inside, where I know my Legacy is sleeping. Ever so slowly, my body becomes less and less heavy. I feel a blast whiz past my head. Screw going slow, I don't have time. Using all the power I have, I force myself off the floor and fly, yes FLY, towards the Mogs. Some of them are so surprised that they stop firing. BIG mistake. When I am over their heads, I point my sword downwards and fall. One of them bursts into ash as the sword penetrates his head and I crash to the floor. I see a foot come down to stomp my face but roll out of the way just in time. Immediately regretting his decision, he might still have a foot if he hadn't done that. I slice through the footless Mog and another two of them. Four down two to go. One of the survivors dives behind a counter as I fix him with a gaze. Not long after he's done that, I see a cloud of ash disperse around the counter. At first I'm confused but then I see a hand grip the base of the counter and Marv pulls himself around it with a knife in his hand. I smile at him.

"Kylie, look out!" he shouts and I turn to see the last Mog pointing his gun at me and I can already see a red light forming at the tip.

I launch my Katana at him just as he shoot and it knocks the gun downwards before piercing his chest. I feel a searing pain in my leg just as he turns to ash. I realise the blast must've clipped my leg as I was not quick enough to move out of the way. I collapse on the floor and grasp my wound, screaming into my knee.

"Hold on" Marv says reassuringly and he digs around in the chest. He pulls out the healing stone that I know of all too well. I may have only used it once, and it may have not even been a Mog related accident, but I still remember how painful it was to use. Still, I know what has to be done and I show him my leg. He presses the rock against it and strokes my hair comfortingly. After the minute or two of pure agony, I breathe in and out and sit up.

"Well that was fun" Marv says and I look at him questioningly.

"Sarcasm?" I ask

"You really need to get better at picking that up" he says smiling.

"At least I got to test out my new Legacy and my new Inheritance" I say cheerfully.

"Indeed you did, now c'mon, we need to clean up".

Sam

I don't know what it was about him but we trusted him. Maybe it was because of how vulnerable we were feeling after my dad's very near death experience but we seemed to jump up at the idea of a friendly Loric. We haven't learned much about him apart from three things. He's Loric, he threw a healing rock at Adam and he's here to help. To be honest, that's all I really needed to know and I was cool. We got to the Motel and hired a room for a few nights. Dad had to act as casual as he could considering he had a sword in his stomach not too long ago. I shudder at that thought, at how quickly and easily I could've lost him. We will not be making the same mistake again. Adam stole the coat off of the unconscious Mog and his sword and then finished him off with it. It was surprisingly easy to sneak it past the Motel owner, but he seemed too interested in his program to care. We find our room, open the door and walk inside. The room is grotty, mouldy and smells of damp and mildew. Usually I wouldn't even go near a property like this but considering what just happened, I need a sit down.

"Right then" Adam says breaking the silence, "Please, tell us your story".

"Hmm" he says, "I guess I should begin with my name. I am Nabile. I am, of course, Loric. I came on the second ship to Earth along with two other Cépan, fifteen Chimӕra and Number Ten of the Garde. When we got to Earth, Crayton and Ten parted with us and continued on their own, like they were meant to. My partner and I had our own mission to do. We travelled for a long time with the Chimӕra by our sides. We were trying to find two things. The pilot of the first ship, who had also been entrusted with the same mission as us, and an ancient relic. This relic could change the tide in this war. It is highly confidential and you need to gain my trust before I tell you. As I was saying, we travelled for a long time but we eventually managed to get on to the Mogadorians radar. They fought us, captured the Chimӕra and my partner whilst I escaped. I have since continued my mission to find the pilot, the relic and the others. Any questions?"

We are all shocked when he's finished speaking. It's a lot to take in. A relic to change the war? The Chimӕra made it to Earth? A Tenth member of the Garde? Henri mentioned in his letter that the second ship may have made it but he was unsure. Adam is the first to speak.

"So how can we gain your trust?"

"You have to prove your faith to the Loric and your place in this war. I may have seen you take down those Mogs but that's not enough. A Mog would kill his own kind for the glory of sabotaging the Loric cause" he says eyeing Adam up and down.

"So you know I'm a Mog then?"

"It is obvious, and I've never seen a Mogadorian defector before, so you must excuse my suspicions"

"I get it, I would be suspicious too. But, I'm not just a Mog"

Adam then spends the next five minutes explaining his story to Nabile who is just as shocked as we were.

"Can you show me this 'Legacy' then?" he asks, disbelieving.

Adam closes his eyes, concentrates hard and releases a tiny seismic wave underneath the floor. Nabile smiles.

"It's good to know that we are one stronger than we originally believed".

He turns to my dad.

"How do I know that I can trust you?"

"I am a greeter, the last greeter actually. I was captured and experimented on by the Mogs. I have memory loss and blank parts but I know enough to tell you that I'm on your side"

Nabile nods and finally turns to me and raises an eyebrow. I don't know what to tell him. I'm just a kid that got involved in an alien war. I think about it, and that's exactly what I tell him.

"I'm Sam. I got involved in this war a while back when I became best friends with a boy called John Smith who turned out to be an alien from the planet Lorien, Number Four. We trekked across America in a pickup van with Number Six when John's Cépan Henri died. I was split up with them inside a Mogadorian base in West Virginia. I don't have any powers or past connection with the Garde, but I can tell you that I'm just as loyal as everybody here".

Nabile sits in silence for a moment and smiles, "I wasn't going to ask you, I can feel your loyalty in every fibre of you being".

I smile and Nabile's expression turns serious.

"The relic that we are searching for was a weapon used by Pittacus himself. This was the weapon that gave Sétrakus Ra his scar and the only weapon to have ever done so".

We wait with baited breath as Nabile pauses for dramatic effect.

"The Spear Of Lorien".

John

"John!" I hear a voice scream.

I about to turn towards the noise when an excruciating pain erupts through my shoulder and I am incapacitated. Sarah screams and I look at my shoulder to see a silver Mogadorian dagger sticking out of it. Simultaneously, a meaty hand grabs Sarah and pulls her into a headlock. The Mogadorian from earlier. Seeing Sarah frantically ripping at his hand ignites a fire within me. I don't care about the dagger anymore just Sarah's safety. I stand up and look around a bit. I see Nine, Six and Ella fighting off a small army of Mogs who have rolled up in cars and vans outside the restaurant. I see Eight and Marina surrounded by many Mogs, but then Eight grabs her hand and they teleport away. I turn back to the Mog who grabbed Sarah and he appears to be taunting me.

"Let her go!" I snarl and the soldier laughs

"You'll have to come and get her" he replies and pulls Sarah's hair. She yelps and I charge towards him. When I get close, he drops Sarah on the floor and kicks me right in my shoulder wound, a dirty trick. I collapse on the floor, black dots circulating my vision. The Mog pulls out his own dagger and just as he's about to drive it in to my chest, I see Nine's spiky ball thing crack him over the head. Lights out, the Mog collapses on the floor unconscious. I turn over to see Ella run over to pick the ball up.

"Thanks for that" I say and smile at her.

"No problem" she says smiling back.

Eight then teleports to my side.

"We're getting out of here, Marina's back at the penthouse. Grab my hand".

I do so without asking, knowing that Nine and Six will cover the door as long as we need to.

After a nauseating teleport back, I am lying on the floor of the lounge with Sarah by my side. Marina rushes towards me.

"I'm going to pull the dagger out" she says shakily. I half groan and half nod, but she's already pulling it out anyway. I cry out and scrunch my hands into fists but soon the dagger is out and Marina has her hands on the wound. My breathing picks up and an icy feeling crawls down my shoulder. After a few moments, my wound is nearly gone. I get up but still feel really weak. The effects that the dagger had on me hasn't gone away. After a few seconds, Eight teleports back with Ella and then finally with Six and Nine. Six is so furious that no matter what just happened, she is still going to give me a piece of her mind.

"What were you thinking John? You give us a lecture about how dangerous it is for us to go outside to find the mystery dot and then you do this. You could've died or gotten one of us killed. I'm not going to bother giving you a massive amount of reasons for how stupid you just were because I'm pretty sure it's obvious. We are at war, so stop thinking you can do what you want and start taking thinks seriously"

Then she turns to Marina.

"I'm also disappointed in you! You're meant to be the smart one Marina, the one who knows what a good idea is and what isn't. You wanted tough, angry Six back? Well she's here and she's not happy!"

And with that, she storms out of the room. Everyone is silent except for Nine who is snickering in the corner.

"Now that was funny" he says, "I was gonna say that but I'm pretty sure the dagger to the shoulder was explanation enough".

After a while, I get up with Sarah's help and we head back to our room. She's slightly shaken up by what happened but I still try to cheer her up. It doesn't work. It doesn't take me long at all before I fall asleep. And then the dreams come.

Don't you just love Six? She's the one person that tells it straight, exactly how you wish you could tell them sometimes. Hope you enjoyed this, the final chapter will be up in a few hours (just to clarify it's the last of the chapter trilogy that I promised you yesterday, not the last chapter in the book) Bye