Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks so much for all the support you've given me! It literally means the world to me that you guys keep reading this story! We've reached ten chapters! Hooray! Anyways, I probably won't be able to update as much as I'd like since my teachers are burdening me with projects and after-school activities. But! I will hopefully update at least twice a week. I hope you like this chapter since there's action and also some romance!

Nine and I sit in silence; the busy workers hustling around us. We hear jeeps zipping through here and there, little kids playing a sort of game that involves a tin can and them throwing their flip-flops to turn it over, stray dogs and cats fighting each other and yet we don't react to any of them.

We just sit there, as if completely oblivious to the busyness happening all around us. I enjoy these little moments with him. It's like we're in a different space; nothing can bother us and we can do absolutely everything we want but instead, we choose to sit still. It doesn't feel awkward. It doesn't feel wrong. It just feels appropriate for some reason.

I eventually break the silence by standing up and walking away. Nine follows behind.

When we arrive, the others were having breakfast around the big round table in Sam's room. It's the biggest out of all three so we decided to make it the dining area as well.

Ella looks up when she sees us. "Where have you guys been?"

"Haven't you seen my note?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. I sigh and go to my room and get the little piece of notebook paper.

I head back and hand it to Ella.

"Oh." She says, still somewhat happy.

I sit down with them even though I've already eaten. I pour myself a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"So," Ella says, dragging on the Os

"What did you guys do?" she asks cheekily.

I shake my head. "Nothing really. Just talked and stuff."

Marina chimes in. "Did you guys finally confess your feelings for each other?"

I spit out my coffee and really, truly choked. Cliché, I know.

Eight had to whack me on the back for me to stop choking.

I regained my composure and shake my head. "What? No!"

"Oh, come on, everyone knows." Marina mocks, her eyebrows shooting up.

I laugh and shake my head but I swear I can feel my face getting redder by the second.

"How will we train?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Good question." John says from the other side of the table. Sarah is next to him, his arm flung over her shoulder as she takes little bites of her breakfast platter.

"We should go to some place far from civilization. Know any good ones?" Six asks me.

I shake my head.

"Places like that are farther away from the city. We'd need an airplane or at least a ship to get there. We can rent a private gym, though. I've seen a couple of ads online advertising some nearby. Do we still have a lot of Loric gems?" I ask.

Sam nods and pulls out a brown pouch from behind him and poured the contents onto the table.

There were still fifty at least. Each one is probably worth 10,000 dollars.

I nod in pleasure. "Great. I'll call the manager guy and maybe we can start later today."

I then walk out of the room and dial the number.

"Hello, how can we help you?" a voice from the other line asks. It sounded female.

"Yes, I would like to rent your private gym. How much is it per hour?" I ask, sounding more adult than ever.

"We charge daily, ma'am. The fee is 950 pesos per day. Would you like to place a reservation?"

I nod even though she can't see me.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, what time will you be here?"

"At about 10 AM."

"Okay, thank you. We'll have it ready in time." She says and I hang up.

I walk inside the decent hotel room.

"Okay, guys, we still have at least two hour 'till we have to get going. The gym is about thirty minutes max away."

They all nod and I go back to my room and change to jogging-appropriate clothes, tie my hair in a high ponytail and head out.

I jog slowly even though I can go so much faster. We don't want to make the humans suspicious.

The day is beautiful. The sun is already high up and the warmth feels good on my face. Though it's sunny, the wind is still picking up and is bowing itself onto my face, which is nice.

The city is hustling but something about it feels so quiet. I feel safe here.

I notice a little kid up on her tippy toes, trying to reach her rag doll that was up high in a tree. I walk over and pick it up for her. She smiles gratefully in return, clutching the doll closer to her chest.

We then part our ways eventually and I am once again left alone.

I think about Sondra again but this time, I feel wistful instead of sad. She would want me to remember her for our happy moments together; not for our last.

I hear footsteps behind me and tense up, thinking it's a Mogadorian. Instead, it was only Six with Marina and Ella trailing behind her.

She gives me a wave and I wave back.

"Beautiful day isn't it?"

I nod and give her a playful smile.

Marina comes over, barely breaking a sweat since she has super speed. Ella seems more exhausted but still happy and optimistic.

I was just about to say something when someone grabs me by the elbows, pushing my hands further into my back. A Mogadorian.

I give it a kick and it topples over. When I turn around, I realize we're surrounded. I didn't even bring so much as a knife. My Legacies would have to do. I hurl the one keeping Ella hostage with my telekinesis away. Six does the same to the one pinning her behind her back. Ella shoots some lasers at the Mog keeping Marina. It topples over but is still pretty much alive. I brace myself and give the Mogs a quick kick here and there. I hurl some trash cans at a few Mogs with my telekinesis.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Six giving a Mog a roundhouse kick and Marina shoving the Mog to a nearby bench therefore crashing its skull then explodes into ash within seconds.

More Mogs start coming in and I can also see the others. Ella must have communicated with them telepathically.

I don't even hesitate in using my Legacies. There aren't very many people around, just a little man who sells water and snacks. I float him to safety using my telekinesis. His face was covered in complete shock but seems grateful enough to not call the police.

I send fireball after fireball at the advancing Mogs, burning them to ashes within moments. Beside me, Six has turned invisible and is ripping through the Mogs with her telekinesis.

John has also been firing out Mogs with Sarah, Sam, and Malcolm beside him, shooting off several Mogs.

Nine is being a maniac with his pipe-staff; grinding through the army like a madman.

Eight is teleporting here and there, shooting off Mogs and hurling them away with his telekinesis.

Everything seems to run smoothly so far but I don't get my hopes up.

Adam looks at me and nods. I nod back and we then create a massive earthquake that sends Mogs flying.

There were still a hundred at least but we could easily take them.

I create another earthquake and send it rummaging through the concrete grounds; making the Mogs burst into ashes.

Then, right when we thought we won, a tall Mogadorian steps out of a vehicle. He was covered in Mogadorian tattoos and towered among us. He was at least nine feet tall. He had long black hair that was sleeked back to show his hideous face. I almost gagged. Even though I know for sure this wasn't Setrakus Ra, he was clearly some sort of high superior. Behind him, five or so huge Mogs trail.

Beside me, Adam gasps.

"What? What is it?" I ask frantically.

"That's my father. The General."

I stare in awe at the creature in front of us. He was very muscular and heavily armed with Mogadorian gadgets.

I brace myself once again, preparing for a big fight. Nine is the first one to attack, racing towards him, the pipe-staff in his hands. He leaps forward intending to stab the General but instead falls flat to the ground. The General roars with laughter. He seems to have dodged the attack.

Six then raises her arms and a huge lightning bolt strikes the General and his team. Two of the men flinch and one turns to ashes. The General, however, still stands tall and proud, clearly not hurt by the attack.

John then coats himself in a thick armor made of fire and charges at him. He knocks him over and the General grimaces. Finally, we've actually damaged him.

I hurl another fireball at him and his troop, continuing with the momentum John has built. The others follow suit with Eight turning into a beast resembling a piken and tears its way through the troop. He kills two of them and is about to attack when he was shot in the chest with a bullet. I hear Marina shriek and runs to him in panic. He changes back to his original form and Marina presses her hands to his chest, healing him.

I focus again and work with Adam to send another massive earthquake in the General's path. This time, he topples over and begins to load a Mogadorian cannon.

He fires and hits me straight in the stomach. The wound is fatal and I can feel blood pouring out of me. My vision gets blurry before I see John rush over to me. He pushes his hands on my wound and I felt something icy slither inside of me. I felt immediately better and am soon up on my feet once again. I thank him and proceed to create the biggest wave I can and throw it to the General.

He's still alive yet seems to be getting weaker and weaker. But before I can fire another wave at him to finally finish him off, he presses a stone to his chest and is immediately teleported away, leaving his men behind.

His selfishness makes me wretch but I still hurl them away with telekinesis. Ella has shot one of them in the head with her lasers and Marina is finishing off the other one but thrusting a knife to its chest. It falls to the ground then explodes into ash.

Even though we've won, I can't help but feel sad for what I've done to the surroundings.

A lot of the trees were smashed and the streets were covered with a thick layer of ash. The cars are pounding and several are broken. The grass is stained with blood and the air stinks with gunfire. We didn't seem to harm anyone, which is good but it still sickens me that the Mogs would stop at nothing just to hunt us down, even if it means destroying an innocent place and interfering with innocent lives.

The fact that we'll have to relocate soon doesn't help at all. How did the Mogs find us? It's been less than 24 hours since we've been here and they're already on our trail? How is that possible?!

I march back to the hotel and angrily pack my bags again for the second time this week. I'm so sick of moving from place to place! Why can't the Mogs just leave us alone?! I just want to have a permanent home. I just want to go back to Lorien.

Is that too much to ask?