~ Maggie ~
"Open up, Pittacus!" One ordered with the amount of ferocity only she could posses. This was further influenced by the repetitive banging of her fist against the ex-Elders office door, which by the way, held all of them in a meeting.
"It's charmed," I reminded calmly, just as she was about to knock it down, her impulsive dedications now normal at the fact of being dead with her for a few years. This was all because I had found a discovery which apparently needed to be forced upon them. The Elders were the only ones who could help us get back, especially Pittacus. He was after all the only one who could contact the Entity.
Eight and Three stood behind her, sharing frightened looks. I guess the death of Eight was the thing that motivated her to be as aggressive as she was. Three and I were just as bad but we showed it in different ways. Three trained as if the Mogs would appear out of no where and I decided to isolate myself even more, which was good in the end. I read the book which showed us how we could live again.
"Pittacus! If you don't open this fucking door, I will make sure to somehow kill you again!" She threatened. It was impossible.
In Loric heaven you could never die, you were already dead. Sure, it was good, just like the real planet, just like living. You could develop your legacies, develop a sort of dreynen which allowed you to look any age you wanted too. Except, I didn't want to look twelve again. We could also feel as if nothing was wrong.
But it was.
I moved in front of One, knowing full well she wouldn't hit me.
"I found the book," I explained. I heard Pittacus gulp. "We need answers,"

"And to speak to the Entity," Three added. "We promise One will calm down,"

She looked shocked, her eyes stormy but she knew they wouldn't let us in.
"I promise," she grumbled. I smiled at her but she turned to look at the ground. I knew who she wanted to see.
The door opened slowly, One storming in first, the eyes of the Elders just as intimidating as she.
Pittacus eyed the book in my hand as I walked in.
"You weren't supposed to find it. It's Loridas'," Pittacus proposed, the amount of false serenity in his voice alarming.
"It's boring here," I mumbled, almost regretting it. "I need something to do and in his room was where it was. My legacy is Charm Casting, I need it to improve-"

"It's pointless, Maggie. You're dead," I swallowed a stone.
"We can change it, it says here-" I opened it but he grabbed it from me.
"Watch it!" One snapped.
"You're smart, all of you," he complimented. "So you know fully well why you can't go back. You shouldn't meddle with the future,"

"Why?" I asked. "I'm sick of being dead all these years! Why can't we go back?" He shared a look with the other elders and sighed.
"There are different outcomes of the future, different outcomes of winning. There is a future of wining without you in it,"

"And is there one where we live?" I questioned. His gaze solidified.
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Sorted!" One exclaimed loudly. "Now, show us Lorien so It can bring us back,"

"I can't-"

"Was I meant to die?" Eight interrupted. "The prophesies on the wall, it showed ten of us being victorious, I was impaled twice, it didn't show which one. We are meant to go back, why won't you do it?" Sweet, sweet silence. "I want to see Marina,"

"And Adam," One added solemnly.
"We want to meet the garde!" Three exclaimed.
"It says in the book," I remembered. "That today - Quarter-moon, is the time where Lorien is most powerful. The entity was powerful when Eight came back to life because of their chests items. We were meant to re-build Lorien and we can't do it stuck here," I explained, Ones anger brushing off me.
"It used up its power on the humans. Lorien is earth!" Pittacus exclaimed. Our breathing shined over anything else.
"It's not Lorien," I whispered. "Lorien is not a place, we know that. It's the people, and the people are dead because of you," I hissed. He had no hope and this made me slap him hard across the face. I regretted it instantly, but something in me liked his shocked expression. He should've killed Setrakus. "Humans with powers are not true Lorics," I continued shakily. "It's not in their blood. We have trained, we have developed legacies to help the living garde, to help win. The prophecy is not fulfilled,"

"Show us Lorien, Lore," One ordered, the rest of us slightly scared that she would turn him to stone. She smiled at me.

He snapped his fingers and we were momentarily blinded by a bright blue light. Our surprise was enhanced by a booming voice surrounding us.
"It is time to fulfil the prophecy, it is only fair," Lorien called. "It is our fault that the war happened and they did not deserve to be thrown into this mess,"

"But they will win without them!" Pittacus exclaimed.
"They will still if they live, but it will hurt more. They will have to make sacrifices which many of them will find difficult," Lorien exclaimed. "The question is, are you ready?"
I shared a look with the others.
"Yes," We agreed, my eyes getting heavy and my throat burning in agony, ignoring Pittacus' pleas to not bring us back.

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