Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks a lot for all of the support you've given me. Classes were suspended because of the intense rain that's been happening. So stay safe.

Anyway, here's Chapter 18! Enjoy!

I was woken up in the worst way possible: with a blaster pressed against my head.

Mogadorians.

They're here.

I jump into action, grabbing my dagger and stabbing the nearest one with it. It explodes into ash. Another one grabs me by the neck and pushes me against the wall, a sword gleaming in his hands. I make my whole body hot and he throws his hand away, giving me the chance to attack. I use my blood control and hurl him into the woods. More keep piling inside the little hut, all prepared to kill me. Devdan is nowhere to be found.

I rush outside and fly up in the night sky. There are at least a hundred Mogs surrounding the area but I know I've gotten much stronger than the last time.

I create fireball after fireball and hurl them against the Mogs. Each one kills about seven of them. I hurl a couple of them in the woods with telekinesis before making a twister.

The twister kills thirty or so Mogs. Fifty more.

I hurl another huge fireball and it kills about half of them. I slowly land in an area close to the hut and resume in killing Mogs.

Before I know it, a Mog has blasted me in the hip, causing me to topple backwards. I clutch the wound and try to apply pressure into it while simultaneously hurling Mogs away with telekinesis. My whole body feels like fainting from exhaustion and from the shot.

I take a deep breath and control a Mog to come near me and give me his blaster. Using it, I kill the remaining ones.

Now I just sat there, clutching my side. I slowly crawl to the hut and used some bandages to cover up my wound. I also drained the blood and changed into cleaner clothes.

I knew I needed to get away but I don't know where I'll go. I start scanning the map Devdan had in one of the drawers. He told me we were in a place called Naraina which is really close to New Delhi, the capital of India. I figured I'd go there and stay at a motel or something then figure out a way to reunite with the Garde.

I find Devdan's wallet and get five hundred Indian rupees. I felt a little guilty for taking it but a Loric's got to do what a Loric's got to do.

It's a thirty-minute drive to get to Naraina but with my flying Legacy, it only takes me fifteen minutes.

The bandages covering my wounds keep coming off and it hurts like crazy every time they do but I manage.

I land in some alley and walk towards the nearest motel, still clutching my side.

…

Sam

We've settled in a nice hotel in New Delhi. As usual, I'm staying with my dad and Adam in one of the rooms. Adam is still taking a shower so there's some time for me to have a talk with dad.

He's sitting on the bed, reading some book about extraterrestrial creatures. I smile. Some things never change.

I sit down next to him. He notices the look on my face and slams his book shut.

"How?" I ask.

"I already told you. I was a Loric who went to Earth and settled down with Marissa. You were born and the rest was history."

"But how did they get your Legacies?"

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face, exasperated.

"When they caught me… they injected a blue fluid inside of me… which made me…weaker." He says, pausing in between the words, searching his memory. I know I'm exhausting him but he can't blame me for these questions, right?

"I was unconscious for a little while and when I woke up, they stuck another needle—one that was more Mogadorian-looking—in my arm and extracted some tissue from me. They also got more blood and other substances from me." He continues.

I frown, angry for what the Mogadorians did to him. They experimented on him.

He nods at my look then resumes his explanation. "They mixed them all together and some green-colored goo was the result. They used it to make more bullets, coat shields, and fuel other bizarre weaponry. The next day, I tried to use my Legacies to get out but was extremely surprised to see that I didn't have them anymore."

I take in this information slowly, nodding my head.

After a while, I asked, "Was I supposed to have any Legacies?"

He shakes his head slowly. "When you were born, I swore to never go back to Lorien again since I wanted to focus on you. To focus on our family. And, even if I did go back to Lorien and took you with me, you wouldn't have been a Garde. Or even a Cêpan. You were still partly human."

I frown again. I actually hoped that I could have had some Legacies. That maybe I was just a late bloomer or something.

Seeing my expression, he smiles.

"But," he begins, pausing for effect.

I perk up immediately. "But what?! But what?!"

He chuckles. "Still the excited little kid, I see. Sam, you're still partly Loric. You're stronger than the ordinary human. Not as strong as the ordinary Loric but quite strong indeed."

I smile and lie down in the bed next to him, relieved that he's finally here. With me.

…

Nine

I'm sick of all the waiting.

John says we'll have to wait until tomorrow to find Five. Tomorrow!

Screw it, I think as I pack my backpack with some clothes. I've already decided I'm going to find her. Tonight. Screw what everybody thinks.

The last time we've checked, Five is in some place called Naraina, which is really close to where we are. Call it luck, call it destiny, call it anything you want. All I know is that I'm heading out.

I finish packing and sling my bag over my shoulder. I head for the door. Luckily, John is in the bathroom and Eight is over at Marina's room so I don't have anyone to stop me.

I close the door behind me, whistling to myself as I head out in the cool night air.

…

Now, I have no idea where or how to find her but I figured she's in some motel or hotel or something like that so I begin to walk around, looking for one.

I check in on a decent-looking motel and ask the receptionist if someone had checked in recently named Wendy Carmichael, figuring she'd use her recent alias.

Suddenly, luck takes over and the receptionist nods. I grin and rub my hands together as he calls her up to get down.

Moments later, a cheerful-looking girl rushes down the stairs. She wasn't Five though.

"That's not her," I tell the receptionist. "Thanks anyway."

And with that I'm out again.

I go to at least three more motels before this one. It's pretty beat-up and there were smokers surrounding the area. I shrug them off and go inside.

"Did anyone named Wendy Carmichael check in here recently?" I ask yet another receptionist, leaning forwards.

He checks a blue notebook and nods. I tell him to call for her and he nods again.

The rusty elevator creaks open after a while and a grumpy-looking blonde steps out.

I rush to her immediately. "Five?" I ask, not even hesitating.

Her eyes light up when she sees me and tackles me with a bone-crushing hug.

"Is this really you?" she asks, her voice soft and vulnerable.

I nod. She pulls away and I frown to myself, missing her already.

I notice she has tears running down her cheeks. "Are you with the others?"

I nod again and she says, "Good. Good. Great." After that, she pays the receptionist and heads out. Her cheeks are still damp with tears but she's smiling.

"I've missed you so much." I say after a while.

She nods. "I've missed you too. A lot. All of you." Even in the darkness, I can see her cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

"Can we sit down for a while?" She asks. I nod and find a bench.

She clutches her side and winces.

"What? What's happening?"

"I got shot."

"What?!" I exclaim, standing up.

"We have to get you to Marina!" I say, helping her stand up.

She nods and we walk slowly back to the motel.

"Thank you." She mutters.

"No problem. You know I'd do anything for you, Five." I say, smirking.

She laughs despite her wound. "Why is it that people value someone more after they thought they've lost them?"