Lorein Legacies: I am Number Five

Lorein Legacies: I am Number 5

Chapter 1: Before the Mogs.

I don't know how I'm still alive. It's all thanks to Number Four. He is the one who manages to stay alive even though the Mogs should be riding his ass constantly. Me? I'm a fuckup. I am Number Five, second in line. If it weren't for Number Four, I would sure as hell be dead.

I am Number Five, like I said, but over here in Argentina, I am currently known as Victoria. My Cepan, everyone calls her Lorianne. We blend in perfectly with the folks over here, no one even notice anything different or peculiar about us; which was good because it would keep us off the Mog's radar. Lorianne says that we live in the most perfect place in the whole world. Which sometimes I doubt because it gets pretty boring around here. She is right about things like 95% of times. The other 5% is because I can't accept that it's 100%.

But before that, we've moved a couple of times like to Venezuela, and sometimes we'd move to Colombia or Ecuador, or one any other place close by. But we seem to return to Venezuela like if it were a magnet to us. Never to the same place, though. Which is a shame most of the times because I'd get to attached to the people and the place. Lorianne didn't like that I had so many friends most of the times, but I didn't listen to her. When I got my first legacy, thank god it was in my house and not at school or at the mall, we were living in Peru at the moment. It was telekinesis. Lorianne told me that all the Garde can have to power of telekinesis, so I didn't get as excited when it happened. I was 12 and I was washing the plates with Lorianne, and we were goofing off. We had a full glass table as our dining table, which we did everything on it except eat. It was always full of papers, documents, computers, printers, and anything else you would find on a desk. Well, I was acting as if the plate I had in my hands was a Frisbee in the air; pretty stupid, I know, but it was at the spur of the moment. I was exaggerating as I walked backwards, but I completely forgot about the table and ran into it. I quickly held it up with my mind, but at the moment I thought that a chair was holding it, so I let go. The glass table fell hard on the tiled floor and it shattered everywhere, some cutting me at my bare feet. I spin around quickly and see Lorianne gaping at what just happened.

"What just..." I tried asking.

Lorianne just remained quiet for about a minute or two and then said, "Here take these," and she tossed me her green flip-flops that were too big on me. Then she proceeded to tip-toe out of the kitchen and came back a few seconds later with new flip-flops and two brooms, tossing one of them to me.

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"What are you up to?" I asked Lorianne who was sitting on the couch now full of everything that was on top of the table.

"Looking for one way tickets to either Colombia or Venezuela-- the first one I find"

"Ooh! Venezuela! Buy for Venezuela!"

"I'll buy to whatever is the soonest. Go pack up, we're leaving anytime soon," she ordered me.

"But, why do we have to leave? So soon?"

"This place is not good for training, and we have neighbors that are way to close to do anything now that you have powers, plus we've been here too long," she said matter-of-factly.

"Wait-- Powers? What? When?" I had so many questions right now that I know that Lorianne wont answer.

"Go pack," was all she said.

When I'm done packing, I sit at the edge of my bed looking at the one scar on my leg but then I look out the window. It's beautiful here in Peru, and I wish I could've seen more of it. I haven't even gone to Machu Pichu, which Lorianne says the Loric helped build. Crazy. We've helped build most of Earth "Wonders," as they liked to call it, and now we're only reduced to seven Garde and hopefully seven Cepans. Fuck you Mogs, you'll get what's coming for you, I thought. I had a foul language ever since I could remember. Lorianne would say them all the time and didn't mind when I said them. I am so happy to have her as my Cepan.