United As The Five, A Lorien Legacies Fanfatic

CHAPTER ONE, THE PHOTO 

I SIT DOWN IN MY usual spot at the computer in the Athens coffee shop, I enter a series of numbers as a password, then open up the website to the CNN News station. I have been doing this every day for the past three years. I come in here, get my coffee, sit down at the computer, and see if I can find any news on us. Now, I'm sure you're wondering who "us" is. Us, meaning the other Garde. Now, I'm sure you're wondering, "who are the Garde?"The Garde are ten children who were loaded on to a ship to escape their planet, Lorien, when the Mogs invaded. I am one of the Garde, and Lorien was my home planet where I lived for five years of my life. I don't remember a lot about the planet, but I can still vaguely recall the way the soft purple grass used to feel on my small feet. I remember my mother, her pretty raven hair and sweet smile. I also have raven hair, just like her. I remember my father, with his loud booming voice. I remember how he used to pick me up and twirl me around every morning before he left for his training. I would laugh and say in my small voice "Again daddy! Again!" These thoughts make me sad, but they also make me happy too. I'm grateful that I'm at least able to remember it. Some of the Garde on the ship were so little, they provably don't remember anything at all. Speaking of the Garde, I need to finish telling you about them. So, before we left our planet Lorien, when all the chaos of fighting the Mogs was going on, we were blessed with a charm by our deal Elders. The Elders were the ones that came before us. The ones that ran Lorien, and the ones that sent us to Earth. They were the ones that believed we could survive. Now, the Charm. The Charm gave us our number. Yes, an actual number. Like 1, 2, 3 type numbers. Whoever got to the ship first is the first to be blessed, and so on and so on. I was sixth to get to the airstrip with my Cepan, the person who takes care of me and helps me train and use my Legacies. Or should I say, took. Anyways, Legacies are powers that are given to us from Lorien. I have developed two Legacies so far, telekinesis being one of them. The other is a Legacy called Novis, or the power to turn invisible, which was really rare on Lorien. It's a really cool Legacy, and I use it a lot when I need it. Soon, more Legacies will come. Garde usually receive three or four Legacies, five at the most. The final Legacy a Garde gets is called the Master Legacy, so the most powerful one. I can't wait until my Master Legacy comes, I sure hope it's as cool as my invisibility one. But however it turns out, I'll be happy with what I get. Because I know my Legacies, along with the others, are from Lorien. The place that I will go back to one day, once all this fighting is over. Whenever that may be. I'm just about to give up on my internet search for the day when I find something strange. Something that startles me. I click on the article. The headline reads in big bold letters POSSIBLE DRUB DEALER BROUGHT IN TO LOS ANGELES POLICE STATION THIS MORNING. At first, I'm about to click out of the article, thinking it's nothing. I read more and my eyes catch something strange. Something about a strange marking on the drug dealer's ankle. No! I think in horror. It can't be!  My fears are confirmed when I see the picture of the girl. She has long blond hair and a scowl on her face. Her arms are crossed and her eyes are glaring at the camera. Although I swear I can see a layer of fear underneath of it. And it's not normal fear either. It's more like terror. I continue to scan my eyes across the picture, until I see something that nearly makes me jump out of my seat and spill my coffee that I was just taking a sip of. I zoom in on the girl's ankle, and my eyes widen in horror. A round circle, with another smaller circle in the middle of the larger circle, sit on the girl's ankle. I recognize it immediately. It's the Loric symbol for One. The Charm that The Elders placed upon us gave us that mark on our ankles, the mark of our numbers. I quickly glance down at my own ankle marking that is hidden under my jeans. A large circle with thirteen circles inside of it, some larger and some smaller. I glance back up at the photo of Number One, my head spinning. I know that if the Mogs see this, they will no doubt kill her as quickly as they killed our beloved Lorien. I quickly shut down the computer, thank the lady for the coffee, slap some cash on the counter, and run out of the shop. I call a taxi to take me to the closest airport. There's only one place that I need to be right now, and that place is Los Angeles. I am Number Six. I once was known as Maren Elizabeth. And I need to find Number One, before it's too late and then instead of ten, we will only have nine. Even numbers are better than odd, and right now we need all of the numbers we can get.