Chapter 2

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Darian was a beauty, both on Lorien and Earth. She was a strong woman, it was the first thing that you would notice when you met her. She was a petite woman, standing at a height of 5' 5" but she carried herself with an air pride; she intimidated people with her sharp, hazel eyes. As I grew older I began to envy her beauty—her beautiful, curly brown hair, her eyes, her hands…I was especially jealous of her hands.

But Darian was not all pride, and sharpness, and intimidation. No…she had a beautiful smile and she was kind. I remember when I was five, when we landed on Earth, I had started crying, calling for my grandmother. Darian gathered me in her arms and held me, humming a sweet, Loric lullaby in my ear. I fell asleep and when I woke up we were in a little red car, driving with Two and her Keeper.

When we got to a little French village on the coast, we separated from Two. We drove a bit farther and ended up in a little town near Paris. We lived there for 4 months before we moved to Greece. We kept moving around for five years and Europe became my playground.

When I was ten, One died and we knew that the Mogadorians had found us. So we ran again. For a while we lived in Macedonia, and then Turkey. By the time I was twelve I had acquired all of my Legacies. Three Legacies—Flight, Foresight, Control over plants.

When I was twelve, they caught two and then they found us. Darian and I were fleeing and they were hot on our trail. They wanted to capture me but Darian wouldn't have it so we ran. They followed. They shot at us with their guns. "Fly!" she screamed. I took her hand and jumped into the air, taking her with me. Too late. They had tossed a knife without my knowing. By the time we landed in Bulgaria, she was gone.

I made a tomb for her in a forest and I covered it with roses…her favourite.

I've been alone since then and I blamed myself. Why couldn't I predict the Mogadorians' attack? Why did Darian have to die?

I grew independent but I felt forsaken, cursed. Then I grew angry, my blood boiled.

I would get my revenge.

A couple of hours ago a new scar had seared itself on to my ankle. Three was gone and suddenly, I had a vision. I have to get to Beijing, someone is there that I need to meet. Who, exactly, I don't know. But I know that this meeting is crucial to my survival—to the survival of the remaining Lorien Six.

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Author's Note: A tad short but I though some background on Both Shammy and Darian were necessary. I'm a very sporadic writer so there are times when I will update quickly and times when I reach a plateau with my consistency to update; however, it doesn't mean that I've stopped writing. Simply that I am busy.