Point of view chart:

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

[Marina]

After all the roaming we had done we were finally settled enough that we could talk about last nights events. Nine asks about how we fought off the Mogs while he was out. Six explains that it was me who really fought them off in the end.

"But Five still didn't die." He muttered with heavily implied disdain.

"No." Six mutters. "He got away, and he took Eight with him."

Nine shakes his head. "Eight's body is a shell now, they can't hurt anyone with it."

"You're wrong." Six points out. "That Mogadorian ally of Malcolm's was hooked up to One's body and now he has her memories and one of her legacies remember?"

" S***." Nine spat. "Wait, but Malcolm also said that One talked to him and he has that creepy a** theory that One passed on her legacy to him. Eight would never give a Mogadorian his legacies."

"We shouldn't have let them get away." I murmur, then mentally kick myself. I promised that I'd try to ignore the sadness.

Six leans forward. I can hear the sadness in her voice too. "Marina, you were physically exhausted. I watched you single handedly destroy at least fifty armed Mogadorians by yourself…" Her voice gets low, but strong. "Five will get what's coming to him, he is a traitor now and that puts him even lower than Setrakus Ra in my book."

I nod half-heartedly. There is no way I will ever allow Five to get away with this.

[Marina]

The moon was already on its descent to the other side of the hemisphere. All night I had watched it slowly sail through the dark late night sky and the stars move along with him. I know for sure I had dozed off a couple times as the moon seemed to appear several degrees to the right every so often that I blinked my heavy eyes. Now the moon was peeking out through the top most branches of a pine tree. The cool night air seemed to take root in my bones, after drying off more I put my socks and shoes back on, but even my toes felt encased in ice. I could have cancelled my legacy, but this was much better than sweating.

Eventually we decided to take turns keeping watch so the others could sleep. It was still Six's shift, but I could see her head tilted back on to the bench behind her, mouth open, breathing softly. Nine slept closely to the dwindling heat that embers managed to radiate. Even on the uneven rocky ground he slept like a baby. I had laid in the same position for too long, my side was sore now. I rolled to my back which offered little relief. I could no longer feel a weight to pull me to sleep so rather than continue to lie there I pulled myself into a sitting position.

Stretching only allowed my muscles the opportunity to protest their cramps and pains. One certain pain cried the loudest for attention. The new scar that could only remind me of what I wanted most to wake up from and discover never happened. I touched my hand to my ankle and slowly felt the first three scars. I had no nerve feeling around that area, I could only feel smooth skin. Then I slid up to where the fourth scar now rested. I could still note a dull pain, kind of like how a bruise pain feels when you push down on it, a wave of emotion hits me hard. It comes and presses my body trying to get me to collapse.

I allow myself to cave a little, giving into the pressure, I replay the horror in my head. One second Eight is safe, close to my side and the next, he stands in the direct path of inevitable doom.

I thought I had saved him. The picture in the cave that predicted Eight with a sword in his chest had come true. I saved him that time, but not this time. Eight still ended up with a severed heart. I should have tried harder. I could have ran in front of Five instead to knock him off course. I could have used telekinesis to shove a clod of mud into Nine's mouth to shut him up. I could have never trusted Five.

All those years I had no idea how sheltered I was. Now I was exposed to the true side of the war where I lost people I cared about. Adelina, Hector, Eight. Being with the entire Garde gave me a different kind of shelter. I had thought we were hidden from death now, being together gave me false confidence and now I was paying for it.

Now the reality of it has settled. I could never be in his carefree presence. I could no longer count on his spontaneous appearances to tell me jokes or give small gestures of kindness like tea or a comforting arm around my shoulders.

We were never like John and Sarah, whose relationship was so out there and loud. Ours was inside jokes, nonchalant hand holding, leaning on the other's shoulder, and sometimes just standing close to each other, barely brushing arms or finger tips. Nothing was ever said about it, only felt.

I can't fathom how difficult it will be to no longer have Eight around like he usually always was. Morning, noon, and night when we would stay up late planning, training, or just goofing off. Every night, when we could hardly stay awake any longer, Eight and I would walk to my room hand in hand, the walk was always slow and meaningful. This was one of the rare times Eight seemed uncollected rather than his usual cool, put-together-self. Unlike when he would square off with Six or Nine and would always had a smooth way of handling the situation. This time he stumbled just a bit over his words, just a bit. Eight and I would linger outside my room for just a second in silence, he would lean a bit in my direction and air would be stuck in my throat. I don't know why we were so nervous, it wasn't like we had never kissed before. I guess it was because this time it was on our minds unlike the spur of the moment as it had been in India when he kissed me or during battle in New Mexico when I kissed him.

I couldn't help then but to note a mutual air of disappointment when we would whisper goodnight and part ways. I always smiled the same shy smile and when he smiled back my heart would skip a beat.

Once I closed my door I would lean against the desolate wood and listen to him walk away, always walking away, never simply teleporting out. Maybe he took the slower route to make sure I was safe or maybe he did that hoping that one of us would have the courage to come back for the other.

Oh how I should have gone back out, because now Eight has gone somewhere I cannot follow. It hurts so bad, the absence he has left in my heart.

[Six]

I blinked back the cloudiness obstructing my vision. The first thing I noticed was Marina sitting up with one hand absentmindedly caressing the scar indicating Eight's death. My heart went out to her immediately. Eight was one of us, we were on the same ship twelve years ago escaping the same planet, with the same destiny to save our race. He was now a fallen comrade. For Marina he was something more.

Trust me, I was so not blind to the developing relationship between Marina and Eight. Their preference of the other always prevailed past the subtlety of their adoration. Like during our team game of capture the flag, when Eight saw Marina under attack he quickly intervened and distracted John so Marina could win the game or Marina, who cooked an entire vegetarian dinner to cater to Eight's vegetarian life choice. They were inseparable it seemed, rarely anywhere without the other. Sometimes their shy faces would be close enough that I often considered using telekinesis to make them kiss or something, but as soon as things seemed to be leading in that direction one of them would chicken out and turn away. Their blushing faces were so adorable.

I wonder if this is what clouds Marina's mind as I see a tear fall from her face, like a shooting star solemnly burning out across the sky. Marina doesn't move to brush it away. I don't even think she notices. Another tear slides down and she continues to feel his scar. They were inseparable except for death and now that's what happened. No matter what I won't let her lose herself in grief, we have all lost someone. Our numbers have continued to dwindle, but that doesn't mean the war is lost.

However, It bothers me that I don't quite know what to do, should I get up and sit next to her or stay where I am and allow her time to mourn.

Before I can decide, the roar of a beast echoes through the trees. Marina heard it too because in an instant she is on her feet and then so am I.

"Mogs." She spits. I can tell that every moment of weakness has been tucked firmly back. Warrior Marina has awakened.

Lemon~Moon
Yay it's Wednesday/ HUMP DAY!/ Update day! I wrote this chapter a few days after I finished the last book so I felt I was still in tuned to the heartbreak. Ugh, it still sucks .
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