Point of view chart:

John- Normal
Sam- Normal/Bold
Marina- Italicized
Six- Italicized/Bold

Previously on FoF…

"If I see you again, you traitorous bastard," I yell, "I'll take the other Fu***** eye!"

Five makes a weak gurgling sound.
Pathetic.
I'm about to run to Six, but stop. At my feet, encased in a solid chunk of ice, is Eight's body. As I realize what I've done, the air around me begins to warm up. I kneel down and press my hands to the sheet of melting ice that separates me from Eight. I want to take him with us, to keep him away from the Mogadorians and lay him to rest like he deserves, but there's no time to wait for the ice to melt. Six is shouting at me and the Mogs are closing in.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, feeling numb all over.

I race over to Six and grab her outstretched hand. We turn invisible.

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"We have to make it to the fan boat." She whispers sharply.

"Where is it?" I whisper back.

"Follow me." She pulls us forward and we trudge hastily before the oncoming swarm can reach us. The mud that sucks our feet down into its smelly depth with each step makes this extremely difficult.

We never make it to the boat. I hear a Mogadorian shout "There they are!" and then next moment we are blasted into the air.

Oomph!

I hit chest first into one of the trees massive roots. Six lands head first into the water and Nine, still unconscious is heading toward a deeper part of the swamp.

I manage a deep breath that feels like daggers scraping against my chest, then sweep my hands up like I am about to catch a football, but instead I catch Nine twelve feet away with my telekinesis. I have less than three seconds to save him. I apologize to him under my breath and toss him on to a neighboring bank.

Six's head rises above the surface to my relief. Bullets are raining down a few yards behind us as the Mogadorians come into range.

I have to cover her until she can be aware again.

"Six!" I Scream.

"I'm fine." She stumbles to my side and already clouds are beginning to swirl overhead.

The bad news is that Six and I are now exposed to the advancing Mogadorians. They are neck deep in swamp water as they try to reach our island. I get an idea.

I lunge forward and I move my outstretched hands in a sweeping arch. The air grows insanely cold and the cries of rapidly freezing water squeal in the air as my new legacy becomes of use.

At least two dozen Mogs become helplessly trapped in the ice. Most of their arms were already above their heads to keep the canons dry and the ice makes it impossible for the Mogs to use their guns, much less shoot. The Mogadorians flanking them have to stop so suddenly that many slide on the ice and slip. The brave ones continue on only to slip midway. They are not smart at all and continue on until there is an entire wall of Mogadorians. I see one gory mishap when a huge Mogadorian slipped so fast that he rammed right into the back of one trapped in the ice with enough force that he burst into ash. One less.

Six takes this opportunity to use her lightning to strike out as many as she can. I use my telekinesis to pull the feet out from under several that had managed to make it half way.

There are too many of them so it is no time before they successfully spill over.

I stand beside Six to make a telekinetic force field as the remaining Mogadorians (About sixty) Pick themselves up or begin to hop from dying Mogadorian body to body.

In the corner of my eye I see something go sliding to the edge of the water, a Mogadorian canon.

Miraculously I am able to drop the shield and tug the canon my way, it flies through the air and lands just a few feet from me, but I have to cover Six first. Watching Six I can't help but feel a little bit of awe. She is an amazing fighter. Something deep in me pushes me to a new level. I take another risk. This time I use one hand as a shield and the other to raise my hand up repeatedly.

From the frozen swamp icicles shoot up and impale unsuspecting Mogadorians. 9 times out of ten they explode into ash, making the ice filthier and filthier.

The entire scene is a bit horrific. Swirling clouds, thrashing lightning bolts, ice as sharp as daggers. And impaled Mogadorians breathing their last before dissenigrating.

Less than forty remain.

Six screams as she is blown backwards.

"SIX!" I scream. I have no idea if she is okay, only knowing that she is not yet dead.

"SIX!" I cry out in distress and for a half second fear is coursing through me. It's the end for us. John and Ella will have to save the world by themselves. This is only for a half second until a fire ball whirls passed me. It brushes past my shoulder close enough to singe my flesh.

I cry out in anger, not pain. My arms are a blur as they are freezing more icicles and throwing mogadorians.

Something has snapped with in me, this is evident as the many lasting Mogadorians surround me in the middle of the island. Am I afraid? Not at all. My fuel right now is not just adrenaline. It is anger for everything the Mogadorian race has taken from me. My planet. My Family. My Cepan. And now Eight.

I make the area as cold as possible, the Mogs here are stupid enough to be wearing thin uniforms and I can see it slows them down. As John can manipulate fire and be resistant to heat and flame, as am I to the cold and ice.

I am ready to take them all on, to see their worthless ash become the ground I step on. Because this time
It. Is. Personal.

I could hear before anything else. A cry of destitute reaches to me from across the swamp. My eyes snap open, but I can't see Marina anywhere. My legs and ankles were covered in sharp pains. My heart contracted. What if she was dead? There was so much pain. I tried to push myself up but, the pain was immense. My sight was blurry, but I could still notice the mob of Mogs surrounding something. Marina no doubt, has she surrendered?

No. Mogs fly in every direction. One is sent at least eighty feet in the air and begins to descend horrifically, and then another and another.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Three Mogs collapse. Two more are sent up in the air once again.

The noise is ear shattering, Mogs are shouting, guns are firing. I look frantically for Marina and for one second I see the toss of her hair whip above the tops of their grey heads.

BANG! BANG! CRACK!

Now the Mogadorians that were once air borne smash into the frozen ground. The air is cool where I am at, but I can see the simultaneous puffs of breath like clouds coming from the frantic mouths of the fighting horde. Marina's legacy was magnificent.

Finally Marina leapt out of the circle of twenty five remaining Mogs, she was breathing so hard that her body was contracting by the force of each breath. She didn't stop to rest. With a swoop of her arms thousands of needlelike icicles six feet tall shot up from under them. In unison they gurgled blood for about three seconds before they disintegrated to ash.

One Mogadorian remained impaled only in his left shoulder. Marina looked like a wild animal, her hair was crazy and her stature resembled that of a predator. Marina appeared completely dominant over her prey, helplessly caught in her trap. The way she fought had sent my stomach in a loop and shivers down my throbbing spine. To see Marina transform from a girl who had no idea what she was doing into a lethal Lorien warrior was just as miraculous as it was terrifying. So much had happened to her in the few weeks, rage is truly a legacy in itself.
Marina's adrenaline began to fade and the real Marina was slowly ebbing back into her conscience.

She looked around her at the vacant area that was once greens and browns, but now covered mostly in ash over an inch deep. The final Mogadorian barred his nasty teeth and in a wispy voice hissed.

"The way you fight would make our Generals proud. The blood lust in you is so Mogadorian"

His words were like a slap in the face.

"I only fight because I have no choice." I say through my teeth.

"You and your puny numbers are running out of time. You may win the battles, but you will never win the war."

"You're wrong, we were all sent here because the Elders knew we are going to restore our planet." I throw back at him.

He cocked his head. "Not the young one, The Great Leader has shown us all the havoc she will bring to Earth."

"Ella?" The mention of Ella shakes me on the inside. What does he know of Ella?

"The Garde who was sent after your spaceship, she is the key to our victory."

The Mogadorian had lost a great amount of blood from his wound and was fading fast.

"There is no way I will let Setrakus Ra hurt her."

"Hurt her?" He rasped. "He wouldn't hurt his only remain-." The Mogadorian convulsed.

"His only what?" I ask frantically.

He only glares back at me with his black, mocking eyes. "We will destroy the remaining Garde and this ridiculous race called humans."

I feel a final flash of anger. "No. You are wrong! Your race has ruined everything that I had in my life, count yourself lucky. You won't be there to see them fall!"

"They will hunt the rest of you down and the Mogadorian empire will create a new earth. Our great leader will wipe ou-." He cuts off as a long, slender icicle shoots through his brain. I don't even remember conjuring it. With a cry he bursts into ash.

My eyes begin to sting, but I can't afford to break now. Six and Nine are around here needing my help.

Hastily I turn in a circle and stop when I see Six sprawled on the ground about ten yards away. I hurry over to her and fall shakily to my knees. Six is covered in a minimal amount of her own blood, which might be a good sign if it didn't mean internal bleeding.

I rest my hands on her abdomen and the icy feeling of my legacy hums through my veins and into my patient. Her eyes snap open the second I touch her.

"Marina." She murmurs.

"Shh, I am going to heal you okay?" I say to her trying to keep her at bay.

I can tell that her arm is broken and right ankle is twisted badly. I take time on each of these and soon Six is back to being flawless in appearance.

"You kicked a**, Marina." She says sitting up. "Where's Fi-.''

The sound of a Mogadorian ship retreating catches us by surprise. Automatically we try to pull it back. The ship slows a bit and then lurches forward. It is out of our reach. We jump to our feet. I try to find Eight's body, but it's not there. All that's left is a hole.

"No, no, no,no,no NO!" I drop to my knees a slide a bit on the remaining ice. Like a robbed grave, a perfect rectangular hole is cut out two feet deep.

"No, they couldn't have taken him!" I sob dryly as we scour the small island as if he might have just gone invisible. He's nowhere.

"We have to go get him, Six!"

Six puts her hand on my arm. "Marina, they are too far gone. We can't."

"But they'll use him like they used One. I can't let that happen." A painful lump is lodged in my throat.

Six looks at me with mournful intensity. "Eight's gone and Nine may be on the way out."

Six squeezes my arm solemnly and turns to find Nine. I watch Six as she goes and it takes all I have left to follow.

On the other side of water bank we find Nine where I had placed him. He was bent at an uncomfortable angle that was hard to look at. At first, I placed my hands on his sternum so I could be central.

I wasn't able to heal him for long until a spaceship could be heard rumbling in the distance.

"Marina, we've got to go." Six warned.

I look at Nine who was still in bad shape, it was no use to stay right now. Six had him floating over her shoulder once again, and with a heart that weighed unbearably heavy in my chest, we tore out of there.