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Eight

If you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that you didn't question a Loric elder's powers, and believe me, nothing is more embarrassing than finding out the man you insulted was your grandfather the whole time. Typical.

His skin was tan like mine, but his was wrinkled like a paper bag. He had the same soft hazel-brown eyes as me and a beard. Laugh lines were etched into his face, but I recognized misery in his optimistic eyes. Something about this man was strangely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Number Eight. Naveen. Whatever you prefer," The man paused there, as if expecting me to jump up and cry Oh yeah, call me by my private human name, we've known each other long enough! Half a minute! When I remained silent, he continued. "you have had a long journey. But alas, I meet you." The man's eyes shone with pride, and for a moment I was tempted to yell at him for being so coy, but I forced my anger down.

"We are so alike." He said.

"Alike?" I cried. "You're some old man, probably assigned to watch dead people wake up!" I yelled. Okay, can I just say, worst insult ever, right? But I think he just took it as some joke.

"You dare insult me? Do you know who I am, child? I am the master of teleportation, I am the elder of prophecies and oracles! You dare insult me?" He roared. I wished he would stop calling me child.

"I bet my powers could upstage yours any day!" I argued.

"Child, do you know me?" He questioned.

"Who are you?" I demanded. Trust me, If i'd known who I was talking to, I wouldn't have been so rude, but I'd just died, and no one was giving me straight answers.

The man laughed a deep, hearty laugh. His smile did not reach his eyes though, and I was briefly tempted to ask him what had him so depressed, but I decided it probably wasn't wise.

"Who am I? Child, I am Loreuss! I am your grandfather!" Oh. Oh wow. I just insulted an elder! I worried that he would turn me into a hedge-hog or something.

The words hit me like ice-cold water. It all made sense, the reason he was so familiar was because he looked just like me. I shook my head at my stupidity.

(Author's note: Sorry to interrupt the story, but the name is pronounced Lore-us Lore as in Pittacus Lore. I thought it would be cool, because two of the Loric elders have Lore in their names!)

"Oh! Oh you mean…" I stuttered.

"You have made me proud, child. But you will face evil," my grandfather's wistful face turned pained and distant. "So much darkness in your future… so, so much…" I didn't like the sound of that.

At that point, my grandfather told me about how Five had betrayed us. And how he planned to give his life for mine.

"So you mean, that I'll go back?" I choked out. My grandfather gave a quick nod.

"You'll be here for a while. You have unfinished business. You cannot have a trial until you have achieved peace."

"A trial?"

"Yes, my child. After one dies, they shall receive a trial, to decide whether they will achieve eternal punishment, or eternal peace." I hated that. How could a trial be fair? What if their was a mistake and someone was accidentally sent to eternal punishment?

After that my life was a mess of boredom. It was on a cold day in my grandfather's measly house when Loreuss yelled up the stairs at me.

"It is time! Lets go!" I didn't ask questions. I knew it was the day i'd be switched back into the human world, and I was excited. Excited to see her. I'd spent days, maybe months, pondering over the intoxicating scent of her hair, over her beautiful icy eyes, over her joyful laugh, over the tiny freckles on her nose, over the way she would hit my arm overtime I made a stupid joke. God, I thought, I love her.

I hadn't even realized what i'd thought. But at that moment I realized it. I loved her. I couldn't wait to tell her.

My grandfather led me to a deep chasm. An old man I recognized as Pittacus Lore stood there.

He counted to three, then stood up to face me.

"Number Eight," He took my hand, turned it over, and stared at my tan palm. "Ah, so much longing. You will see her soon, do not worry." I blushed, how did he know about my love life?

We stood there in awkward silence for about half an hour, Pittacus kneeled at the edge of the chasm. Finally Lore stood up, he locked eyes with Loreuss, they seemed to share an understanding.

"I will miss you, my child." Loreuss said. I'd come to know my grandfather closely, we had become… best friends. I didn't want to leave him. Tears filled Loreuss's eyes, and a lump formed in my throat.

"I-I…" I couldn't say anything, so I attacked him in a hug.

He reached into his pocket and pulled a cracked black rock out of his pocket. "When the time comes, hold your palm against hit for thirty seconds." This made no sense to me.

I turned to Pittacus. He said one word. "Jump." I jumped back In horror. Jump? Jump? Was he crazy?

"Um…" I started.

"Do you trust us? Jump." Pittacus instructed.

"Do me proud, my child." Loreuss said. I smiled at him, and a tear ran down my face. I tensed my body and jumped into the chasm of darkness.

So here I stand, in the middle of some desolate road. I can see a battle going on a little down the road, but I'm very weak, and it's hard to walk when you've just come back to life.

For Marina. I heave a sigh and begin my journey down the road.

I know this chapter was just Eight, but I though it was interesting! Please review what you thought of it! Dont forget to tell other LL fans about my story :D