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Eight

I'm cold, I'm tired, my feet hurt, I think I just caught a head-cold, and I love it. I feel so human… so not dead. I smile as the fierce wind blows in my face, willing me to turn around. I don't close my eyes when the wind makes them water and sting. I cant believe I'm back. I can't believe I'm human.

I let out a loud whoop. It echoes across the empty street.

"Time to fight, not to celebrate." I scold myself.

Honestly, i'm seriously considering postponing the fight for a minute so I can get some pizza. Ah, yes — pizza. I imagine myself far, far away, sitting in a parlour and swallowing a scalding hot extra-cheesy slice, Marina laughing across the table. Marina. That's why. That's why I don't dash into the nearest cab, I have to find her. I have to find her and make her mine.

I walk down the street, I'm almost to the hovering warship. I see plenty of humans fighting mogs. Hold up — humans? Humans? Why are humans fighting?

I sprint towards the battle. But I don't see any of the other garde. Where are they? They can't be on the warship. It's impossible!

I run up to a mogadorian and kick it. I try to summon my shape-shifting, but in my weakened state all i'll be able to change into is a tabby cat. I slowly shrink away, unnoticed.

I hide behind a tree, feeling very cowardly and ashamed. There are humans — yes, that's right humans fighting battle, and i'm skulking around in the treeline. I'm a great Loric.

Suddenly the wind picks up, causing my curly hair to whip into my face and obscuring my view.

The warship shudders, then begins to make a strange rattling sound. I jump, then scold myself for being so silly.

But none of that matters. Nothing matters anymore. My world becomes unimportant and slow, I can't help but gawk at her. She's so strikingly beautiful. She's so mine. I love her.

Nothing matters. I could've stood there for hours, staring at her. Her voice so kind, her touch so gentle, her eyes so beautiful, her personality… Oh, Lorien, I love her. I truly, and fully love her. I can't wait to tell her, I can't wait to hold her hand, and stare into her beautiful eyes, and laugh with her, and hold her, and have her be mine.

But then I see it. Behind her, a grim-faced Nine carries a body. Oh.

Five is dead.

I mean, I knew it'd happen, that was the deal. But I just assumed that… well, I assumed that the other garde wouldn't care about his death. But as I see their grief-filled faces I feel tremendous guilt.

They wont blame you. Go to them. I gently prod myself, but i'm so anxious about it I don't even want to greet the girl I love.

I stay crouched behind the trees, being the coward I am, too afraid of my fellow garde, and not of the impending war I'm about to face.

XxxX

Marina

I loved Five. Well, as a friend, you know what I mean. Had you fooled for a second, didn't I? Dont worry, Eight is my true love. I love him. It's been so long since i've seen him…

"Hey! Did you see that?" Ella says, staring at the tree line. I see nothing, but she continues to glare at the trees suspiciously.

"Um… There's nothing there." Nine says, his eyes widening.

Ella stays silent, but she never lets her gaze leave the rustling trees.

Something stirs in the trees, catching my gaze. I peer into the haze of foggy trees thoughtfully, but nothing moves. After a few minutes, my eyes begin to droop and my legs become restless.

When i'm about to turn away a figure shifts, I catch a glimpse of a tall boy with frizzy brown hair.

No.

No.

No. It cant be.

Oh Lorien. It can't be. I can't put myself through this. Oh Lorien. What if I get to see him again? What if I get to hold him close and bury my face in his shoulder and feel the relief of laughter again?

With a sob, I sprint towards the trees, barely able to contain myself. But when I get there I see nothing.

Behind me, the others's distant calling rings in my ears. The world becomes blurry and out of focus. And there's a loud ringing in my ears.

Suddenly, a figure lunges at me, tackling me to the ground. I'm pinned, defenceless. But instead of stabbing me, the attacker leans in for a kiss. I'm about to kick this maniacal figure away from me, when I hear his voice.

"Miss me?" Soft and gentle, kind and warm, freshly-baked cookies, ocean waves crashing silently against the sand, clear blue skies. Everything. Everything happy I can think of pours into his voice. Every heart-felt emotion, every gut-wrenching scene and ounce of pain felt is pure into his words.

Eight.

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