'Nine of us came to Earth when the mogadorians attacked our planet. Over the years, we've trained so we can return to Lorien and claim what is rightfully ours. Number One was killed in Malaysia. Number Two died in England. And Number Three was murdered in Kenya. I am Number Five. And I want revenge'. I don't own Lorien Legacies and all rights belong to the author.

"Sometimes I dream that the sky burns and these creatures overrun this beautiful planet. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is I have to run. I'm told that I'm Number Five. But I don't remember." Aislinn can't recall her life before she was found wandering the streets as a child. But as dark events begin to unfold, she is left questioning both her identity and her sanity.

I went about the next few years thinking that there was nothing worse than Himmel Street. Nothing worse than hearing Leisel scream for her Papa and her Mama and her Rudy. Nothing worse than knowing that I held everything that gave her life meaning in my arms ... I was wrong. ***ONESHOT***

More than one person has to deal with guilt.

Inside one of the tents a fire was burning, casting long and distorted shapes on the dark wooden walls, and Marco was staring deep into its heart. The red flames crackled and spat as towers and fortresses were erected within it, only to collapse into the ashes. Celia watched him carefully. "Marco?" He swallowed. "I can't think anymore Celia. My mind is just mute blackness..."

Sherlock is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Warning: angst like whoa.