Author's Note: Hi everyone, sorry for not updating yesterday, I had quite the load of homework. My math teacher just loves making my life miserable :P
Thank you to those who reviewed; fire8856, The Book Queen, Ashley Sky, Adamus Sutekh, I'm Number Eleven, Blah, IwishIcouldbeNumberFive and awellstothemax.
Chapter dedication: fire8856 – you have been a great follower/favouriter/reviewer, I love your support for this story – thank you!
Blah: Six will get her invisibility in due time.
Ashley Sky: don't worry, I've got a plot planned out, I just felt that capture the flag was needed because there hasn't been much action in the past chapters. And Hannie sounds good for Hannu/Maggie :D
The Book Queen: Yes Nine did get mad at Sandor for saying that he gets an upgrade; but I guess here it would feel a little out of place if Nine got angry. :D
Action!
Unknown POV
The smoke rises from my campfire, the embers floating and flowing about in the cool Lorien breeze of the night. The sky has lit a brilliant dark navy and Lorien's two moons almost hang parallel, signalling the upcoming Quarter Moon Festival. It's scary to think that years have past and only now the time matters – I'm so close, I'm almost ready, but Lore… stupid, stupid Lore; he's a joke, thinking a prophecy could be avoided; the prophecy was NEVER avoided, just delayed. It's going to come, and when it does, the ashes of Lorien will float and flow through the once Lorien breeze, like embers of the night.
"Sir, the Chimaera are waiting" my loyal servant says, his voice is husky from his lack of sleep, I nod to him – dismissing him for the day. I too have not had rest, but rest will be meaningless and impossible once it starts. The last glowing embers snuff each other out, like wild Chimaeras feasting on a scavenged meal. I walk into the part of my cave I call the main hall, it's large in size and furnished well, the ground is evenly paved and the walls, smooth as stone. The gleaming stone table in the middle reflects the early moonlight; I thrust my hand upwards, ever so slowly – the light obeys, brightening the atmosphere around me and lighting up every dark crevice. It's the spectrum of course – a wonderful thing, from crimson to magenta, cyan to green and indigo to violet – colour. That's all it is, what the naked eye interprets and sees.
"Honey, the Chimaera are restless, call Crayton" Erina says, floating down from the rocky staircase – her golden brown eyes gleam with beauty, her light brown hair flows down her shoulders.
"It's fine, Crayton has finished for the day – let them be" I say, ending the conversation and stalking towards the cave opening. The view of Lorien's city skyline is in front of me, towers easily reach the clouds, reflecting the moonlight and shining in Lorien's brilliance.
It's paradise… no a utopia – equal, peace, perfect…
Adam POV
I walk back to the house I'm staying at. The buildings tower over me, people walk happily around in the daylight, it's peaceful, filled with laughter and happiness. I love Lorien, I feel like I belong here, I was never very popular or happy on Mogadore, the planet is starting to die. Numerous death cases of women dying at childbirth and the children being born deformed. About 30% now of Mogadore's children survive to adulthood without deformities or mutations. I guess I was lucky, but I never considered myself that.
I walk onto the suburban area, houses of different colours, shapes and sizes stand, all looking amazing. I instantly pick out one I'm staying in, it's not as big compared to the other's but it's dark matte grey is the beautiful finishing touch to the structure. I walk up the driveway and to the front door, I haven't been given a key yet, or maybe I just forgot they gave me one. I knock on the door twice, the wooden oak hollow yet sturdy and solid to the touch. I hear footsteps on the other side, the muted click of a door opening and creak of the outdated door swings open to reveal my host.
"Ah Adam, come in, sorry – I think I forgot to give your key yesterday" the man says, he has a warming smile, a very neatly trimmed beard and glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose. I can't help but smile back, he's a very friendly person and he's surprisingly not Loric. Even though all Loric are generally friendly and nice, some other species can be at that level.
"How was your trip in the city?" he asks, closing the door behind him as I enter. The narrow hallway to the lounge room is decorated with family photos and paintings of different expressionist artists from Earth.
"It was really nice, Lorien is amazing. On Mogadore the city skyscrapers didn't even match up to half the size of these ones! It's incredible and unbelievable. It's paradise" I say, smiling widely. The man chuckles at my final word, he does whenever I mention a utopia or paradise. Of course in all fiction genres utopia's are impossible, but Lorien just does it some how.
"I really wanted Sam to come with you, but he was stuck with his new science project" the man says, pouring himself a glass of water. I like it here, it's simple and peaceful.
"That's fine Mr. Goode, Sam's probably very busy and all" I say, taking a seat and laying my bags of "souvenirs" – I literally bought everything within my price range. I pull out a book, Mr. Goode goes upstairs – he has a night job at the local observatory. The book has Old Loric written on the front, I can't read it, let alone normal Loric – I think Emily from Math class can help, she's become a very nice acquaintance in the subject, and she does take Old Loric. I open the page, surprisingly only half of the words written down are in Old Loric, the other half have translation into other languages; normal Loric, Mogadorian, English… I read the top,
The Ten were the first, the ones to rule.
But dead to nine, one was a fool,
Wars of the future and of the past
Reflect their journeys and their tasks.
The victory came and so did the stones,
The Legacies, Chimaera and people; all have grown
One through to Nine, the prophecy stood
The destruction of a planet, the lives they took.
Sent away to far places,
To win the war against two races,
To fight, die and do the deeds,
And in the end, they'll far exceed.
I close the book; even though this might be a little children's tale or one to scare them, I still feel the eerie atmosphere coming, chills are sent up and down my back and the once happy Lorien world feels more of a plastered image. I quickly push the thought aside, dropping the book back into my bag; I'll read it later, maybe consult Mr. Goode about it.
The feeling of dread takes over me; even though Lorien is a utopia, it might have a very dark past…
Author's Note: Hi guys, sorry that this was a short chapter – it was a small filler for the Unknown POV which I haven't done since the beginning of the story and a catch-up on Adam; I hope you liked my poem - it's not the best, but I wanted to try it out.
I finally introduced Sam! Well.. Malcolm, but YAY anyway right?
Right now on the poll for Sarah being in or not:
No – 50%
Yes – 25%
Maybe – 25%
To be honest, I dunno why I even put a maybe option – the first week or so, it was just maybe's and no's. But anyway, please vote if you haven't, it would really make writing this story a lot easier!
PLEASE READ: I'm also kinda thinking about starting a little side project. Maybe a restart of the series (but with the same characters/Legacies/personalities/chest items), but from Number Five's (boy or girl – doesn't really matter) or somebody else's POV. Or maybe a one-shot thing – please give me ideas!
Thanks again,
Paragon 8