Missy's POV:
That was a close call. I thought I saw a Mogadorian, maybe I didn't. I don't know I'm really confused. I was originally Scarlet Joseph, but now I'm…uh…Missy, yeah Missy Andrew. I need a train, a train to New York. A big city where no one would find me.
I bought my ticket for the train and sat and waited. While waiting my mind started to wander. I was glad that my Cepan had left the many valuable Lorien jewels for me so I would have money. I missed my Cepan, she was kind and caring; she knew me, helped me. Now I'm on my own, the others are out there, but I'm not looking for them. My hand went to my ring, my favorite accessory. It brought me joy and hope.
Now, I thought to myself, once I get to the coast of England then I'll take a plane to New York City. I was currently in London, England, but they had found me. The charm was broken and now they could kill me whenever they wanted, they didn't have to take us in order. I had to leave my fake life to live another…fantastic.
Someone bumped into me from behind. I turned around to find a really cute guy. That was another thing, no love. Ugh, got to love being a Lorien.
"Sorry." The guy said to me.
"It's fine." I shot back. Whoops, that was kind of rude.
He walked away, looking back every few seconds. Humans.
I ignored him and went back to my thinking.
I reached my hand down and began to pet my dog. Well…not dog. Chimaera is the correct term. I had names him Vicious, even though he wasn't. He took the form of my favorite kin of dog, a pitbull.
About an hour later I heard on the loudspeaker that my train was about to leave. I raced to the train and jumped in, Vicious following my lead. I sat down on a seat and put my trunk beside me. Then a thought popped into my head.
My legacies. I had forgotten about those with the confusion of the Mogs. So far I only had Lumen and Telekinesis. They were going great. With no Cepan I was lost and didn't know how to control my legacies. I sighed; I'll figure it out later.
The train came to a stop and jumped out, Vicious following suit. I bought a ticket for my plane and in 5 hours I was in NYC.
I looked around, grabbed my trunk, went outside, and called a taxi. What I didn't know was that sooner rather than later I would run into my destiny…or fate whatever you want to call it.
Aid's (Adrian) POV:
I really hated rain, so why did I move to Seattle? Wow I can be so stupid sometimes. I knew about the charm breaking, yet I haven't moved in a year. I was alone and lost. I would never admit it aloud, because then it would become real. Now don't take that the wrong way, I knew what happened was real, I just never accepted it. I acted like I did but really didn't.
I didn't need her to survive though. It's been 11 years since my Cepan died and look at me now. Alive and well. I was fine alone, I didn't need anyone; I carry my own weight.
But anyway I was planning on leaving. A voice was in the back of my head telling me I needed to. If I have learned one thing it's that you always must trust your instincts. So that brings me to the here: the airport.
I bought a ticket to Brooklyn and sat and waited. I looked around and my eyes fell upon a girl. She looked about my age and seemed interested in something around me. It was me, I knew it was me; it couldn't be anything else of course. Nothing else here was as interesting as me.
She began to walk in my direction.
"Hello." She said politely.
"What do you want?" I asked bluntly.
"Uh…I was wondering…well…" She stuttered.
"Just spit it out chick." I told her.
"Geez, calm down." She snapped.
"I just want to know what you want so I can get on my life." I spat back rudely.
"I was going to ask for your number but never mind." She concluded, spinning on one foot, and strutted away towards her original spot. She glared at me the rest of the time, which I ignored. People can be so annoying.
I noticed that my flight was ready to board. I got up and went towards the gate, thinking about what would await me in Brooklyn.
Kross's POV:
I woke up to yelling. I sighed; you would think the village was on fire they way these people wherescreaming.
Sat up, rubbed my eyes, put on a jacket, and walked outside. Everything was in shambles, people were screaming and running around and I was right in the middle.
"Time to go." I mumbled to myself. My instincts told me to flee and so I did. I ran to the coast then jumped into the water and began to swim. I swam until I reached some land. I was exhausted and sore.
I woke up later in a house, it was nice and in a style that looked a lot like Chinese or Japanese. A little girl came in and laid a warm towel on my head. I then passed out again.
Sterling's POV:
I woke up in the comfy bed of a motel. I took a shower and got dressed into my usual: graphic tee with a denim skirt and black leggings and my favorite flats.
I stretched, checked out and went outside. I breathed in the smell of Hermiston, Oregon. A small town in North Eastern Oregon that was made for farming.
I looked around; something didn't feel right. I just shrugged it off and went to school.