Author's Note: Managed to slip in another update! Once again, thanks for all the reviews and all the support! They always make me super happy. Special thanks to TheSpecterPlaywright for pointing out something I missed. I fixed it now! Also, the last Legacy that appears in the list is their master Legacy. Okay, so, enjoy!
Six
Nine grinds the car into an intersection, sending us flying forward.
"Would it hurt you to be a little more careful?" I demand.
He smirks. "Thought you wanted to get your Chest as soon as possible?"
"Yeah. But being pulled over by the police for speeding won't help our cause at all."
He shrugs. "Relax."
I roll my eyes.
On second thought, going to West Virginia all of a sudden may not be my best idea ever.
The Mogs could be waiting for us right this moment. But we're perfectly prepared for an attack. We can do this, a part of me reasons.
"I wanna get my Chest too." Ella says from the front.
"You have a Chest? But how?" Marina asks.
Since Ella was so young- only hours old- when she was sent to Earth, we all figured the Elders didn't have enough time to give her a Chest.
"Papa told me they assembled a Chest when we were on the ship. It didn't have as much gems as he would've wanted but there are still a lot of precious Loric treasures in it. He said he hid it somewhere in North Carolina when we were hiding from the Mogs and headed to Spain to go to Marina." She explains.
"Ella! Why didn't you tell us this sooner, kiddo?" Nine asks.
She shrugs. "I was scared you guys would think it wasn't a worthy objective."
Five laughs from beside her. "You should've told us, Ella. Your Chest is perhaps the most important thing for you right now. Besides, West Virginia and North Carolina are pretty close together, so I bet we can go get your Chest after we get Six's."
Ella nods and smiles eagerly.
Beside me, Marina is sound asleep. Good. She'll need the rest.
Sarah is also sleeping, her head on John's shoulder. I feel a pang of jealousy wash through me but I ignore it. Get it together, Six. John has a girlfriend.
"Let's play 20 questions." John says suddenly.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"I hardly know you guys. We're going to be spending a lot of time here in this car so we might as well use it to know more about each other."
We all sort of nod at that. Sure, we know each other's first names. We know that we're all part of an intergalactic war. But other than that, nothing.
"What's your favorite color?" Eight asks.
"I like that question," I say. "It makes me feel more human."
"I really like purple." Ella says.
"Me too." Marina and I say in unison. She was woken up by the sound of Eight's voice. Both of them are just too adorable.
"Red." John says.
"And Sarah's is lavender." He answers for her.
"Black." Nine says. Typical.
The rest of them answer blue.
"What Legacy is your favorite? For you guys, what Legacy do you wish you had?" Five asks.
"I really like my telekinesis 'cause I can use it to throw stuff at Nine." I reply.
He chuckles, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "Watch your mouth there, sunshine."
"Ha, like you could take me on." I retort.
As a reply, he just smirks.
"I love my Lumen since I can set Mogs on fire with it." John says, making all of us chuckle.
"I'd really want to have telekinesis. It just seems so cool to control things with your mind." Sam says. Malcolm shakes his head at him. I wonder why.
"I like my flying Legacy. Just to get away." Five says, sounding wistful.
"Animal Telepathy is pretty cool. You guys wouldn't believe what I read in animals' minds. Especially you, Bernie." Nine says, winking at Bernie who's sat at Ella's lap in kitten form. BK gives Nine a growl.
"I'd love to be able to teleport. But One's Legacy really is enough for me." Adam says, still somewhat nervous as Nine glances at him.
"My healing. Because it feels like such a privilege to be able to help people." Marina says solemnly. Nine rolls his eyes. I sigh. He can be such a jerk sometimes. Actually, no, scratch that. He's a jerk practically all the time.
"Shape-shifting. 'Cause who doesn't want to turn into a rabbit?" Eight asks rhetorically. We all laugh.
"My telepathy is good. It makes me talk to you guys secretly." Ella giggles. She's such a precious little thing.
They all ask other questions like "What would you guys do when you go back to Lorien?" and "If your pants accidentally catch on fire, would you put it out using the old-fashioned way or with your Legacies?" and a bunch of other, more random questions. We couldn't reach up to 20 questions since all of us were tired and began to fall asleep. Malcolm was now the one driving while Nine snored ferociously at the back.
I began falling asleep too, my mind slowly drifting away.
I'm in some sort of garden, running around, my arms stretched out on my sides. I'm laughing as a woman I recognize as my grandmother races for me, also laughing herself.
We continue on like this until we hear a loud explosion. I jump, starting to cry.
"What's happening, Mama?" I ask, frightened.
"They're here." She answers. Before I can ask who 'they' are, another explosion arrives and my grandma ushers me inside our house.
She calls for my grandfather who is snoozing away in their room.
Suddenly, there's a loud banging on the door.
"Laira! It's Kater! Come quick!" the voice says from the other side.
My grandma swiftly opens the door, letting the woman in. She looks like she's in her late twenties to early thirties with long brown hair and shining blue eyes.
She picks me up carefully.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Sweetie, you're going to go with Kater for a while, okay?" My grandma says.
"But why?"
"She's going to teach you a lot of things and you will go on many adventures together." She explains further.
"Okay." I say.
Kater and I head for the door.
"Bye bye, Mama! We'll see each other again, right?" I ask, my eyes gleaming with hope.
She swallows hard, her eyes flooding with tears. "I hope so."
Before I can ask why, Kater has started up the engine of a car.
The last thing I saw was my grandmother crying, waving at me good-bye, before getting killed by another explosion.
I wake up with a jolt, seeing Marina's concerned expression.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
I nod, furiously wiping my tears. Apparently, while dreaming, I was also crying. I mentally curse myself for being so weak.
"I just had a dream, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
I nod again. Marina gives me a hug just as Nine starts to park the car in front of a motel.
…
John
We rent three rooms in this motel. It's fairly large, with three floors. The lobby seems decent enough and the rooms are okay. But compared to Nine's penthouse in Chicago, this is practically nothing.
I'm sharing a room with Nine and Eight which makes me feel somewhat sad. Don't get me wrong, I really like both of them (even though Nine is arrogant and sarcastic and sadistic) but I've been so used to sharing a room with Sarah that I feel so empty without her beside me.
I plop myself down on the king-sized bed, picking up my Chest.
I plow through it until I pick out a small, flat, circular object at random. It looked like one of those compact mirrors Sarah keeps in her purse but this one has the Loric symbol for the number four branded on top of it.
I examine it a little further until a piece of paper falls out.
It was some sort of list.
Telekinesis
Seismic Manipulation
Elemental Manipulation
Weather Manipulation
Teleportation
Precognition
Lumen/Pyrokinesis
Animal Telepathy
Healing
Wave Manipulation
Sound Manipulation
Anti-Gravity
Hydro-locomotion
Sensior
Persuasion
Invisibility
Skill Swap
Time Manipulation
Energy Manipulation
Telepathy
Aquatic Respiration
Night Vision
Legacy Transference
Telepathy
Shape-shifting
Shield
Rapid Regeneration
Impervious Skin
Temperature Manipulation
Super Speed
Super Hearing
Laser Manipulation
Life-Force Manipulation
I gasp. I'm Pittacus' successor.