The Voyage of Thirteen (A Lorien Legacies Fanfic)

6. How They Show Up

(Greyson's POV)

I stayed inside my car for a night so I can talk to Clara tomorrow. As soon as she asked me if I'm going back, it gave my spines a stupid feeling, I don't know for sure. But I stayed anyway, even if my home is far from here. This is my only chance to talk to someone in person again. I never remember when the last time I talked to someone was. Now, I'm just happy to shove all my bad breath, stuck from not talking for years.

When I felt it was already morning, I still feel sleepy so I stay inside the car. After a while, someone knocked at the window. When I open it, it's Clara, holding a basket of sandwich and stuffs.

"Good thing you found my car," I say as I open the door. She wears a pink floral dress and a flower at the top of her ears in her temple, which make her more attractive.

"Yeah, I saw you entered here yesterday. Come on! I brought some breakfast!"

She holds out my hand and pulls me. At first, I didn't move like my feet we're stuck at the sands. She raised her eyebrow, wondering if I'm okay. She pulls harder then, so I join her, anyway, until we reach the spot where I sit yesterday. I left my Chest at the car but I brought the orb, just in case a Mog appears, or figured there's a thirteenth Garde.

Meanwhile, Clara and I talked about our lives again. Off course, I told her fake life, which I wish was true. I hate lying, but I'll hate myself more when I tell her I am an alien who's being hunted by other alien race.

I wanted to have a normal life just like the other kids. If the Mogs haven't destroyed our planet, I should have been with my brother right now. Sometimes I just think what if all of this was nothing. What if all those pieces of memories that pops inside my head were all not real, caused by being alone for years.

"Wow, you should write a book one day," Clara suggests as I talk about me being excellent at English class. I can't tell lies to her anymore, so I just shrug.

I pick up two apples at basket, sharing the other one to Clara. I haven't done this before. I mean, talking to a girl, eating with her, and sitting, just watching the sun rise and waves crash.

I wish I could be like this forever. Not worrying about the Mogadorians who are looking for us. And we're going to hide so we can survive. We have to find each other so we can be strong. And soon, there'll be more chaos to come.

I wish I could live just like this. Sitting with Clara for the rest of my life, just watching the sun. No one's going to disturb us. This little friendship we have, I treasure it. I never had a real friend before.

I remember when I was ten and I played with the other kids. They called me freak but I never knew why. I haven't developed Legacies yet that time. Maybe because of my appearance, being a poor little, dirty kid.

Suddenly, I heard a car beeped back at the trees where the cars parked. It was my car, alarming me that someone touched my car. I stand up to check out who the hell tries to hijack my car.

"What was that?" she point at a tall dark guy wearing a trench coat. Maybe Clara can't see at the face of the guy, but I can. My eyes started to hurt a little like pins. I closed my eyes because of the sore, killing me. After a second, the pain brushes off and then I open my eyes.

I felt a little vertigo, and I felt a jolt of energy. I can see far things. It's like my eyes turns into telescope. I can see the guy at my car clearly.

The Mogadorians.

I shift back my vision into normal and look at Clara.

"Clara, get back to your house!" I yell. The orb in my pocket starts to turn warm. Clara looks at me with her worried eyes, telling me what's happening. I don't want to tell her that they were aliens too. I'm pretty sure she's going to freak out, breaking our friendship. I don't want that to happen.

"Just go!" I yell again. She then followed instantly and hides at her house.

Another two Mogs emerge from the trees, holding their daggers. With that, they attack my car instantly. I think they are either looking for my Chest, or looking for me. They wear the same outfit, which, I guess, they planned for before going here.

I pull out the orb then press the triangular button, and then became a gleaming sword.