Six:
"Are we there yet?" Nine moans. I shake my head, trying to concentrate on driving, it wouldn't be good if we all died in a car crash when we were driving towards the battle. I slide my hand against the wheel easily as we make a sharp turn to the right, making everyone jolt, which brings up a groan, not only from the people but from the car as well. I decide to take it easy on the car, it's an old van, and we can only just squeeze everyone in it. Sam and I are in actually seats, so we weren't as affected by the jolt as everyone else was. I try to hide my fit of giggles. It's so much fun to annoy Nine. I run my hand over the steering wheel again, but this time I don't apply much pressure so that the car doesn't turn off course. I lay one hand on my arm chair as the other uses my lap as support with my figures just touching the steering wheel, before leaving it to my telekinesis and dropping my hand. Sam takes one of my hands and holds it. I smile at him quickly before turning my attention to the road.
"How much longer?" Nine whines again. I shrug, looking at signs before calculating about how much time is left.
"About 30 minutes." I yell, making sure he can hear me over the top of the noise in the back.
"Once were about 10 minutes from the cave, Eight can teleport us one by one closer." John decided and I nod. Emma has her arms wrapped around him, not letting go, not wanting to lose him again. I roll my eyes. Lovey Dovey sh!t isn't help us win this battle. "WAIT!" John yells and I pull the car to a sharp stop, what's wrong? Is there a Mog? And army of Mogs? I think. John opens up the boot and Ella gets out with him. I get out to, wanting to see what's happening. I look around the car to see John and Ella talking to a man. I move closer so I can just make out what there saying.
"We need to hurry…"
"do you have them…."
"Yeah, not many though…."
"Where will we meet?'
"Follow…" I hear footsteps approach and I quickly walk up to the footsteps to see an old man, well not that old, I mean he's probably in he's 50's. But he's worry lines aroud he's eyes on he's forehead makes him look a lot older.
"Hello young lady." The man says warmly. I ignore it.
"Who are you?" I ask harshly. The man laughs.
"I'm Jack."
I look around he's face so I can tell that he's not human, but not Mog. "what are you?"
He laughs he's warm laugh again. "You wouldn't believe me." I shake my head.
"Wanna bet?" I ask him. Still fierce, he's a lot taller then me, so I feel quite short, and it doesn't help me look scary.
"I'm Loric. When some of you children re-lived, some other Cepan did too." He says, the worry lines moved when he smiled. I smile at him.
"Well how many?"
"200." My heart stops. 200 more Loric, 200 more to help us win this battle. 200 and we can win this.
"You'll help us fight?" I ask him. He smiles again.
"Yes, Captain."
It's getting better and better! The Loric will live again. JSorry for such a short story, guys, just wrote it then J