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As Sam's dads old pickup, sped up the road away from the mogs base, I kept my eyes on the girl who was laid across the laps of Six and I. The pickup was not made for 4 people and a dog, expecially an unconsious, bleeding person.
Six worked frantically to bandage her wounds, while I tried to get some water down her throat. The bouncy road didn't help in any way.
"I still don't get why we took her?" Sam stated in a questioning way. Honestly, I didn't really plan to originally, until I'd touched her.
With touch I'd seen visions, heard voices.
First of all the landscape had switched to Lorien during the time of the Mogorian invasion as I had seen many times before in my own dreams. I could see our ship on which we escaped, aswell as myself, six, Marina, all of the young Guarde as we farewelled our parents and family.
"Come to the ship Four," whispered a girl voice through the wind. I walked to the ship, and entered into the room I recognized from faint memory. Many Lorian people bustled around me preparing the ship, but this was a vision, I was invisible to them.
"Too the locked door Four," came the voice again. The locked door? The locked door? I scanned my distant memories for such a thing until I remembered. Running through the ship to the 'locked door' I found myself where I remember I would be stuck continuously in hope of entering the door that was, as the name suggests, always locked.
"Come in Four," came the voice. I reached to touch the door surface, but my hand hand slipped through. Vision. Duh John.
I took the rest of my body through and found myself in another room, it was lightly dimmed and full of more children!
With a quick count I found 15 in the room. They sat quietly and patiently, but still, their faces showed fear. I was unnoticeable as I walked amongst them.
The oldest appeared to have to appearance of a 9 year old human child, which the youngest, a sleeping baby in a cot. Most of them would of been the same age as us Guarde and we'd first boarded the ship to Earth.
"You did not to we exsisted Four," the voice spoke again, this time from a small brown haired girl on the ship. I was started, how was the vision speaking to me?
Then a faded body stretched out from the child's. The girl lying on the base of the Mogs base, bleeding and close to death, stood before him, strong and beautiful.
"But we were on the ship the entire time Four," she continued. Stepping away from the brown haired child, who he realized was the girls past self.
"You were?" He stampeded.
"I was Fritz," she introduced. "But I now go by the human name, Chasley."
"What were you doing on the ship?" I asked.
"You didn't come alone Four," she replied. "But that was the elders plan. You see, the Guarde was sent to protect Earth and keep our race alive. The cepans were sent to train the Guarde, but they were all destined to died. We, on the other hand," Chasley beckoned to the children in the room. "We were sent to rebuild Lorien with the completion of the war, Four."
"Isn't that part of the Guards job?"
"Yes it is, but the Guarde are the power filled members of Lorien, but not everyone on Lorien held the abilities the 9 of you do. Take your Cepans for example."
"So you came so the Cepan members of Lorien could return?"
"Indeed we did Four," Chasley answered softly, her voice beginning to fade away. "Indeed we did..."
That was how the vision had ended.
"We need to find somewhere safe so we can wake her up," John said to the others in the truck. "I want t-"
"Yes John, I want to talk to her aswell," interrupted Six. "But we need to wait until we find somewhere that's actually safe, or will be invaded with Mogs the second we arrive."