Disclaimer: This goes for all chapters, just in case I forget. Again. I don't own Lorien Legacies!

I'm sorry for the constant POV switches, but I find it helpful. Also, the story would be much less interesting and much harder to write without them.

Also, to try and make up for the (super) short previous chapter, I'll make this one longer. Enjoy!

!Notes/Important for the story!: Marina and Eight didn't meet on the mountain. Six, Ella, and Mar went to Nine's penthouse without him, Eight met up with John and Nine and got there after.

Hope that makes sense! It's been a while since I read it.

Marina

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree…

I hear a despairing, heartbroken voice of a boy inside my head, and cry out, immediately clapping a hand over my mouth. We're in mass, and Sister Dora turns and glares at me. I'm so going to get paddled after this. The singing voice again penetrates my thoughts.

They strung up a man

They say who murdered three…

The voice pauses, disappearing for a moment. Strangely enough, when it leaves, I feel more alone than before.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be…

The voice continues, sadder than before, and cracking every other word. What on Earth, Lorien, and Mogadore is this? Why in the galaxies do I have a boy singing in my head? And it won't stop, either! Not that I mind. It's so beautiful and tender.

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree…

Why is there a boy in my head? How… Oh. My. Lore. Adelina… Adelina told me about this once. Well, before Adelina became Adelina and we got to the convent. That means… this boy's voice in my head… whoever it belongs to is my… soulmate. My one Loric love.

Eight

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree…" I sing sadly, holding Reynolds' cold, dead hand. Around us are piles of ash, all that remains of the Mogs that ambushed us, and killed Reynolds. I'll get them. I'll make them pay, for Reynolds, for One, Two, Three, and the rest of Lorien. I'll murder each and every one of them.

"Where the dead man called out

For his love to flee…" this is the saddest song Reynolds ever taught me, and the only one I can remember. Now, I sing it in honor of him, and as a promise. A promise to never love, and destroy Setrakus Ra.

"Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be…" I teleport with Reynolds to a river nearby. Reynolds once told me that his favorite thing about Lorien was the rivers and oceans. It seems fitting that he stay there forever. With my enhanced strength, I lift him and set him down softly in the river, tears pouring down my face the entire time. I watch him float gently down the river until he's out of sight. As soon as I can't see him, I collapse to my knees, sobbing, still singing.

"If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree

Are you, are you…"

YEARS LATER

Marina

It's years until I hear the voice again. Well, to be exact, 1817 days, but who's counting? I don't know why I care so much, but I do. I mean, aside from the fact that the owner of the voice is my soulmate, why is it so important to me?

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where I told you to run…

It's so soft, beautiful… and sad. Both times I've heard it, it's been sad. I wonder what happened? It's so tempting to sing with him. All those years ago, when I first heard him sing, as soon as I had free time after mass, I went to one of the computers and searched up the song. I now know the entire song by heart. As he continues to sing, I join in.

"So we'd both be free…"

He stops abruptly, apparently having heard me. I suppose the connection goes both ways. I continue, scanning the cave walls quickly. I see eight paintings, three of which are blacked out. I had drawn One, Two, and Three, and when they died, I covered them. They were too painful to look at.

"Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be…"

There are also five more paintings - a tanned boy with bright, kind blue eyes and wavy blond hair, who I think must be Number Four. Another boy, built like a barrel, with short dark hair, and dark eyes, anger shadowing his face, must be Five. Beside him, a gorgeous girl with stormy grey eyes, olive skin, and long black hair - Six. I skipped myself, so next to Six is a tiny girl, of seven or eight, with soft auburn hair, and innocent brown eyes. Sweet, little Eight. I suddenly felt so sad that such a young little girl had to be a part of our war. Next to her, is a tall boy with long, shaggy, black hair, dark eyes, and an overconfident smirk on his face. He must be Nine. Strangely, even though all six remaining elders - minus me - up on the cave walls, I feel as though someone is missing.

"If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree…"

I study each painting carefully, trying to figure out who could be my soulmate. None seem to attract my attention, or seem to call out to me. I don't even know if I'd be able to tell, if I saw him. I know it has to be one of these, either the bright-eyed Four, angry Five, or the smirk-confident Nine.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree…"

I continue to sing, exiting the cave, as he starts to sing again with me. I walk down the snowy trail, a smile on my face.

"Wear a necklace of hope…"

As I walk, I begin to feel dizzy, but I brush it off as a sudden reaction to the cold and bright light. Soon though, it gets worse, but I continue my long trek through the woods. Maybe Adelina can help…

My vision begins to narrow, and I trip over something, to dizzy and confused to get up. A few seconds later, I black out.

Side by side with me…

Eight

A girl. In my head. Singing. Just… what? How? I can't even think. She's singing our song. Mine and Reynolds. And, apparently, she can hear me too. I wonder if she heard me when Reynolds died. Probably. Wonderful. Some random girl heard me singing a song about hanging and murderers. As I start to sing with her again, I get the impression that this is not some random girl. She will be someone important to me. I'm brought out of my thoughts by her sudden change in her voice. It's much quieter, and soon, it cuts off entirely. I hope she's alright. I continue, hoping she can still hear me.

"Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree…"

I wonder what happened to her? When her voice first appeared in my head, I fell out of my hammock in shock. Her voice is so beautiful, I mused in my head, smiling.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where I told you to run…"

I get up, brushing dust off my pants. I hope I meet her someday. But until then…

"So we'd both be free…"

YEARS LATER (AGAIN)

Marina

I sit on one of the multiple couches of Nine's penthouse, talking with Ella and Six as we wait for John and Nine to come back from their mission of recruiting Eight, who is apparently not Ella.

"Okay, so, Ella, you are Ten, and came on a seperate ship," Six says, massaging her temples.

"Yes," Ella repeats for the millionth time today.

"And you're not Eight." I state.

"Right."

"Strange…" I mumble, looking down. "I could've sworn I got all of us…" I mutter, more to myself. When I look back up, both Six and Ella are staring at me.

"What? What do you mean?" Six asks, distracted from questioning Ella.

I blush, suddenly self-conscious of my paintings. "I, uh…" I stutter. "I painted you all in a cave. I dreamed about you," I say nervously. "I thought Ella was Eight. I think I got everybody else right, though,"

"You saw us in a dream and painted us?" Six says disbelievingly.

"Yes," I say, suddenly feeling defensive. "I can prove it. I've never seen Four, Five, or Nine, but I can tell you exactly what they look like."

"Do Four and Nine. We haven't met Five yet," Six says.

"Okay. Four has bright blue eyes, blond hair, and a permanent smile," I say, closing my eyes and picturing my cave. Six nods and I continue. "Nine is very muscular, tall, overconfident, with shaggy black hair and dark eyes," I breathe. "Am I right?" I ask, opening my eyes. Six has a shocked expression on her face, and Ella's eyes are glazed over. Six opens her mouth to respond, but at that moment a door opens.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" comes a deep, masculine voice. Soon, Nine, just as I described him, appears in the doorway. He doesn't see me or Ella yet, and talks to Six.

"Actually, we were just talking about you," I say. "You're Nine, right?" I ask, standing.

"How'd you know that, beautiful?" He asks, looking me up and down.

I blush, aware of how stupid this is going to sound. "I dreamt about you," I say. "A-and all the others, of course," I add quickly.

He smirks, and Six rolls her eyes. "She knew exactly what you and John looked like, before meeting you," she says.

"Nice," Nine whistles. "Is that a legacy? I'd like to know what pretty girls look like before meeting them," he says, winking. I blush and look away.

Ella takes the opportunity to introduce herself. "I'm Ella," she says, and Nine notices her for the first time.

Nine groans, shoulders sagging. "Guys, I thought we said no more Earthlings!"

Ella stiffens, but smiles all the same. "I'm not an 'Earthling'" she says, finger quoting. "I'm Number Ten,"

Nine freezes, eyes wide. "There is no Number Ten," he says slowly.

Six sighs, exasperated. "I'll explain later, when John gets here," she says, stopping more confusion. "Where is John, anyways? I thought he was with you?" she asks.

Nine gives a dramatic sigh. "Why does he get all the girls?" he whines, before calling out. "Johnny boy! Your girlfriend wants to see you!" he yells. I glance at Six in confusion, and she yet again rolls her eyes. She seems to do that a lot around Nine.

"Nine, for the millionth time!" he yells back, appearing in the doorway beside Nine. "I told you-" he stops as he sees me. "Hello," he says, smiling. "I'm John," he holds his hand out for me to shake.

"Marina," I say, shaking his hand. "Or Seven, of course."

"Pleasure," he says.

"I'm Ten," Ella says, coming to stand beside me. "Call me Ella,"

John's eyes are wide with disbelief. Then, he talks slowly, as if he has trouble processing what is happening. "Did you come on the second ship?"

Ella blinks. "Yes! How did you know that?"

"I had a vision of it," he responds simply.

Nine interrupts their conversation, apparently bored. "Where's Eight?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder.

"Taking a shower," John responds. "It's really dirty in the mountains. We thought we got here before you guys. Otherwise, I'm sure he would have been overjoyed to meet you guys."

The mention of Eight catches my attention. I don't know what he looks like. Maybe he is my soulmate! I try to calm down, not get my hopes up. I haven't told anyone about the voice in my head, because they'd think I was crazy.

Nine rolls his eyes, and we all go our separate ways. Six had given us a tour beforehand, so I knew where everyone was headed. Six and Nine headed to the Lecture Hall for training, Ella went to her new room, and John headed to the kitchen. I followed John, because I was hungry, but mainly to know more about Eight.

As I left, I heard Nine mutter something along the lines of 'Even the new girl. Damn you, Johnny.'

When we were alone in the kitchen, I sat in a chair by the counter, watching John fail at making pasta. "Do you want some help?" I asked softly.

"That would be great, thanks," he says sheepishly. I take over his cooking, asking him about Eight. "What does he look like?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the pot as I stir.

"He's, well, see for yourself." John says. I'm confused for a second until an unfamiliar, teasing voice penetrates my thoughts.

"Am I interrupting something?"

I turn, taking in Eight. He's tall, taller than Four, er, John, but shorter than Nine. Then again, Nine is huge. His black hair is dripping wet, which I assume is curly when dry, his eyes a beautiful emerald color, and a playful, teasing grin on his face. Looking away from his handsome face, I realize that he is shirtless, his muscles prominent under a glistening sheen of water.

I shake my head, aware that I was staring, blushing. "N-no," I stutter. He laughs, and I relax. He doesn't seem bent on teasing, like Nine, but he's also really easy-going.

"You know, I had to stop John here and Nine from beating each other up on the plane," he says, easing the tension.

"I'm still saying, he totally started it," John says. We both laugh at how childlike that sounds.

"I can't believe you guys haven't killed each other yet." Eight says, watching John grab some of my freshly made pasta.

John shakes his finger over his shoulder as he leaves, laughing. "We still need him. After the war, I'm going to pound him."

Eight laughs, turning back to me. "Sorry, I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Eight." he says, holding his hand out.

"Seven. Call me Marina," I say, grasping his hand. I expect him to shake it, but instead he gently moves his hand so my hand is palm down, brings it up to his lips, and kisses the back of my hand.

Okay, this turned out to be longer than I was expecting it to be, so I'm going to split it into two (or more, maybe) parts, to be able to update. Sorry I didn't update on Monday, my WiFi was down. Hope you liked it! Leave a review!