Alright, the Elders mentioned:
Pittacus Lore- 4th (yes I'm holding that Four is Pittacus's reincarnation. Too much points to it.)
Seoula- 5th
The main character- 7th
Eight is dead (from the first oneshot). Nine dies in this one (Minerva. Yes I made previous Elder Nine a girl). Rosyn is the 2nd Elder, Caven is the 1st. Finis (briefly mentioned) is the 3rd.
I used Greek Mythology, except the power switched around a little. Ignore what Henri said about Lore gathering the Elders on the morning of the attack. This is less dramatic, but I may do this from other Elder's points of views.
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Shadows Rise
The Loric are under attack.
Fateful words on a fateful day, a beautiful morning with beautiful faces. The last.
Yet I come in to the classroom, heart pounding but mouth smiling. The young Garde- not even seven years old yet!- stare at me mouth gaping at the sight of what to them is a God.
The teacher heaps thank you's on me, and the cameras follow me and position themselves behind the class. I meet the eyes of the young children knowing someday I may be training some of them.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see William press her wrist to her ear, then say something back. I continue reading the story, but my eyes try to lock with hers.
She comes over and brings her face to my ear, "The Loric are under attack," she whispers to me. My blood freezes and she goes back to the side, staring in the same direction as she was before, but pressing buttons on her wrist.
What's going on? I was just told the Loric are under attack! I ask Minerva, my face betrays nothing but I can't stop digging my fingernails into my skin.
I continue reading, but disconnect myself from the story. I can't leave now, the kids will worry. Besides, under attack from whom? Eight, may the Lords above rest his soul, eliminated all enemies that could do that. It is nothing.
The Mogadorians have arrived. Is her only response.
Minerva? Minerva?
The Mogadorians? The alien race from the planet Mogadore? We have not had contact with them for many decades! They would not want to try us, we are more powerful then them.
Minerva never jokes. My breathing quickens a little bit, then I look at the little children and calm myself. Maybe she was joking. I imagine her laughing her heart out on the walls because of my furious pleas, and playing cynically with her Holograms. The absurd image comes me a little.
Just as I think that, a bomb sounds outside.
Lorien is under attack. My heart stops, and then beats faster, and I struggle to keep my fingers from moving in circles.
I smile and tell the kids who are craning to see the explosion, "See Apollo is still mad at Gaia."
The kids laugh and return to listening to the story that I continue to read. Nothing is lost among the teachers though, and I drill it in my head to stay calm, be like Lore who can keep a straight face through anything.
I contact Rosyn, finding her in the capital, Where is Pittacus? I frantically scream into her head.
He's in orbit, he's not coming? With Seoula. I'm here in the capital, the Mogs are invading, the Mogs are invading, they will kill us all! They leave no survivors, there is nothing we can do here, I'm the only Garde, people are dying everywhere? How could the Gods allow this?
We are dead, the two most powerful Garde on this planet are not on this planet. Right when the Mogadorians are invading! I want to go up, right now, and strangle Pittacus with my bare hands and put Seoula back to where she came from with greetings from me to Hades.
I tell her to calm down and focus on protecting those around her and getting them to the ports. I can't even calm down myself. I finish up the story, my voice only betraying the slightest tremble.
I close the book, wrapping up the story with a smile. The children clap, mesmerized (my Legacy helping). I banish any thought of worry from their minds, not able to do the same to myself.
What would Pittacus do?
The teacher tells the students to thank me and they do, I need to stay calm. I whisper to the teacher to get them to the ports. She nods.
Pittacus would not have stayed for seven minutes reading a myth, while his people were under attack. I failed, for seven minutes I did nothing after being told that the Loric are under attack.
I wave to the children and leave, the staff following me before dispersing immediately. I run across the field fast as I can, letting the staff yell after me in desperation, dive into the lake and swim as fast as I can. I surface to smoke over the city, the two tallest buildings have gaping holes in them, burning slowly.
Lorien is under attack. I look up and see ships. Before thinking, I lift up a burning piece of metal and hurl it up at the ships, it falls into the water. I adopt the steely focus Pittacus is known for, and stand on the beaches shooting lightning at the next ship. After it rips through two of them, I charge another bolt of lightning, sweeping my arms around in a circle.
Suddenly the fabled haze of battle comes over me, and I move in to protect the giant screaming crowd, lightning bolts wreaking destruction. Other Garde move to the front, taking care of the beasts. We must protect our people. I heal and fight simultaneously, knowing that there must be other healers among our ranks.
I see Caven run towards me with his spear in hand. He battles the infantry behind him using his first Legacy, and soon we are one army together, taking down ships and Mogadorians.
I remember a warm summer day when he first discovered it. Caven had just broken up with his girlfriend- a relationship I had long since declared a fling and nothing more- and he was ranting to me about everything that was wrong with her, how could she. After he finished I told him that he got his first Legacy.
"Enact the emergency plan!" I yell to him over the noise of battle.
He stares at me, fear breaking through his eyes, "We aren't getting out alive."
"What are you talking about? Get yourself together and go enact the emergency plan, and meet the Next Generation!" I scream louder. I press my hand to the burn I only just noticed, the pain I can't even notice. Someone comes up to me and offers a bloody leg, I heal it without hesitation.
"We aren't getting out alive," he says again, voice quiet and breaking.
I lower my voice, "Go to the Next Generation and place the Charm on them. Send them to Earth. We are getting out of this alive."
He nods, clearly disbelieving him, and I scream, no one hears in the din of battle.
We are outnumbered 100 to 1. And this is just in the capital. I try to keep myself from sobbing like a little boy. I will die protecting my people.
The scattered Mogs around start gaining on us, the other Garde try to usher their families someplace else.
Caven tells me he enacted the emergency plan, the Next Generation has left.
Little children responsible for Loric fate.
Something lands in my arm and pain rips through it. I move my hand to it, and the hole is closed. When I look around there is nothing left around me. There is dust, there are dead animals that are not Loric. There are no people. The city is gone. I crane to see the other side of the shore, a few buildings left, smoldering remains.
I charge lightning, rage increasing by the second, by the draw of my fingers, the squeeze of the two that require it. I release it into the sky, it darkens and there is only that white streak until it's gone. My energy leaves me and I sink to my knees. I don't dare to open my eyes to see anything and everything
Rosyn? Minerva? Caven? Finis?
Pittacus? Seoula?
The Loric are under attack.
This has happened before and this will happen again.
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Pittacus watches from above, the planet slowly turning grey, the Mog ships coming away in giant crowds. Tears run down his cheeks, and Seoula comes sits next to him and brings her arms around him, her dry face against his. She doesn't cry.
Seoula presses her knife against her finger then runs it down the exposed wiring. Pittacus barely notices her as she says that they are heading to Earth.
"Lorien has fallen," she whispers.
He failed.
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The last part is reality for my other story: The War of the Nine, same with the Final Legacy(-ies).