A/N- Yes, yes; I know I said I would update earlier but I really couldn't find the time. Don't judge me, I'm not a Hufflepuff so I can't find things well! (A million and seventy-eight points if you understand the reference.) It's not my fault.
Sorry if this is rubbish- as it most likely will be.

Also- THIS STORY HAS 100 REVIEWS WHAT THE MOGADORE GUYS!?
Honestly you all mean everything to me and I love you all so much. You don't know how much I want to thank you, I never even thought this story would get 20 reviews with its rubbish title and cringe-y first few chapters- but this is practically the best thing ever for me and I love you.

Disclaimer-
Nine: Even though I know that all of the fans are desperately in love with me-
Me: *hits him on the arm*
Nine: Ow! Anyway – none of the fans own me. Including Meerkat78, who doesn't own any of the other Lorien Legacies characters or books either. All she owns is the plot of this story and her OC Maryx who may or may not appear in this chapter.
Me: Wow. Well done Nine, I didn't expect you to do it so well. Are you sure you're feeling okay?
Matilda: Moo.

Ella POV

After I'd cried myself to sleep again last night, I had another "dream". John made me promise to always tell him if I had a dream or a nightmare- but I can't tell anyone this time. The false hope is crushing me already and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to carry on without giving someone a little hint. Feeling it way me down is almost too much to bear, and I don't want my friends to have to put up with this excruciatingly small glimmer of hope and feel the sorrow of attempting to convince themselves it's not real. It felt real, just as real as the first time it happened- with Setrákus Ra and John- and just as real as every other time it happened after that; which was becoming increasingly more regular. But this time something was different. This time- I wasn't me. Usually I'm me in my "night-time adventures", but this time I saw the world out of the eyes of someone else, someone I don't know.

I could feel my hair tied back in a tight bun which I patted to make sure was still completely intact once at the very start of the dream, my vision was slightly blurred causing me to squint at certain moments, and I seemed just under a foot taller than my normal self. My face wore a constant scowl and I caught a few glimpses of the long grey garment I was wearing, with long sleeves and a long skirt allowing my feet, seemingly wearing comfortable pumps, to be hidden from sight. Even though I hardly saw the dress (at least I assumed it was a dress), as I walked with a stiff posture and my head straight up, I couldn't help thinking that it looked a bit like some ceremonial gown- which made me wonder if I was going somewhere special, or the woman whose body I was inhabiting just had a strange dress sense. I'm sure it was a woman. I continued to walk round unfamiliar barren hallways as if I could navigate them blindfolded, then stopped at a door- not unlike any of the others I'd walked past. It was only then I began to realise just how surreal this whole experience was. The woman carried on doing whatever she was doing, and obviously her mind was still conscious, whilst my mind was also conscious in her body. The whole thing made me feel a bit queasy. She was in control of her body, and I was watching from her body. I need to sit down to get my head around this, but I don't have a body to sit down in. The woman opened the door and made her way towards a small group of people. My thoughts stopped momentarily, recognising two of the people, then started to rush around my brain faster than ever before. I recognised Adelina first, and in the split second that seemed to last three hours, I thought it was just a coincidence the woman I was looking at appeared to look like Marina's Cêpan; then I changed my mind. The teenaged girl whose hair Adelina's look-a-like was sorting. She wasn't some random girl I'd never seen before- she was Marina.

Marina, Number Seven- my talented, shy, powerful, beautiful, dead sister. At this moment, I was glad I didn't have eyes to control- because they would be flooding the room with tears if I did. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Marina is dead. Marina is dead and she isn't coming back and she isn't here. She's dead." I thought, my feelings echoing around my empty brain.
"Number Seven" I said sternly, except it wasn't me. It was the woman I currently shared a body with. Marina looked straight into the woman's eyes, straight into my eyes.
"Marina!" My brain screamed at her. I tried connecting with her telepathically. "Marina. Marina it's Ella. Please Marina, hear me! I miss you! Come back Marina! Please come back for me! Marina!" No response. It's not as if I expected any different, but I felt let down all the same.
"One more minute Maryx. Please" To this I nodded stiffly.
"Goodbye Marina." Adelina spoke quietly in Spanish, tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks but refusing to fall, "Hopefully I will see you again soon."
"Don't worry Adelina. You'll be back soon, I promise" Marina whispered, an assuring hand placed on the Cêpan's shoulder. I'm so confused… Marina's dead, Adelina's dead. So why are they here? Where is Marina going? Are they somehow still alive? No Ella, stop it. They're not coming back.
"Goodbye Marina," a feeble voice emerged from the silence- stopping my daydreams, "For now." I watched as the owner of the voice, a small girl with red hair and pale skin, was embraced into a tight hug by Marina. A pang of guilt and jealously crept its way through my body. Why did this girl get the chance to hug Marina but not me? Marina is gone and I can never hug her again- so what gives this girl the idea that she can hug my best friend when I cannot ever again? All I wanted was for Marina to be alive again, for the chance to talk to her, hug her, laugh with her. I just want my sister back- because that's what Marina is; my older sister. We're a team.
"I'm going to miss you a lot, I want to go back soon" the girl uttered. I noticed a British accent in her wobbling voice, and began to analyse her. She wore dark glasses in front of her forest-green eyes which were currently brimming with tears, and strands of ginger hair that reminded me of a blazing fire fell across her face. Marina simply made her look tiny, as she's very tall and the girl seemed to be one or two years younger than me and possibly small for her age.
"I look forward to then, Maggie, but really think about it okay?" Marina choked on her tears as Maggie nodded.
"C'mon Mag, Marina needs to go. We'll see her again soon." A young looking woman told Maggie, touching her arm comfortingly. She seemed oddly familiar, and I know I haven't seen her before. Her tan skin and ocean eyes made me think that I've met her many times. The sandy hair cascading down her back triggered a memory of wanting to run my hand through it.
"I just hate people leaving!" Maggie sobbed, letting go of Marina.
"Hey Mags, it'll be fine. Like One said, everything will be clearing up really soon and we'll get to see Marina again" a tall teenage boy with short black hair and black skin spoke softly with a strange accent I didn't recognise. That's when it hit me. He called her One. One. This familiar girl was Number One, Maggie was Number Two and the boy was Number Three.

I recognised One from Adam's heartbroken, lovesick memories he'd shared with Marina and I. They can't be, they're dead. Suddenly, I felt faint again. Here I was, in a dream, stuck in someone else's body, in a room of people who are supposed to be dead. I remember fainting once in Austin. Crayton and I were at one of our lowest points. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember that day as much as possible- my current situation was making my head hurt and I wanted nothing more than to wake up.
The hotel we'd been staying in was attacked by Mogs- no one was harmed, but the hotel was demolished- and we had to find a new place to stay. We were outside in the sticky air, by the side of a busy road. Crayton had his right hand in the air, holding his thumb out, and his left hand was holding my hand. I began to feel dizzy. Crayton asked if I was okay. He said I was going white as snow. I felt myself begin to spin. "Ella!" Crayton shouted as I fell to the ground.
"Well, goodbye guys." Marina said confidently to Adelina and the other Garde then turned to face me, "I'm ready Maryx."
I began to feel dizzy.
"Are you okay Maryx?" Number Three asked.
"You're going as white as a sheet, do you want to sit down?" Adelina inquired.
I felt myself beginning to spin.
"Maryx!" Maggie shouted as I fell to the ground.

Number Ten. A voice whispered in my mind. All I could see was swirling darkness and I felt like I was spinning around, and around, and around.
"I'm not Number Ten! There is no number Ten!" I screamed.
You think not of what you are.
"Who are you?"
I am not anything, Number Ten, I am simply a puppet. Long ago, I was once a Garde like you- but I did wrong, and now I serve as a mindless servant for the great Pittacus Lore.
"Why are you here? Why are you talking to me?" All I could hear were the echoing words of the mysterious force hammering into my mind and thoughts.
That is of no matter to you. I am simply here to warn you. There are dangerous things young one, and nothing you have done in preparation could ever stand up to your Fate that is ever drawing nearer.
"Leave me alone! Stop!"
Do not fret child, there is nothing you can do, you cannot avoid it. Just accept your fate.
"How can I accept it when I don't know what it is? You can't just tell me I have a dangerous fate then not tell me anything about it!"
My place is not to tell, Number Ten. Never tell anyone of what you have seen in this "dream". Goodbye.

"Ella!" Sarah cried out when I sat up abruptly, waking up from my terrifying nightmare.
"Ella calm down, it's okay" John told me reassuringly.
"Hey kid, you're okay. You're safe" Nine said worriedly. Looking around the room, I saw everyone but Eight and Malcolm (I wish I was a heavy sleeper…) gathered around me.
"Marina" was all I could say.

A/N- So… that was a lot longer than I thought it would be.

DID YOU GUYS HEAR?! THE TTITLE OF BOOK SIX IS THE FATE OF TEN OH MY GARDE!

I'm not sure what I think of this chapter, as it's kinda different- so let me know what you think!

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