The Last Legacy

The Scars

I pummelled the bag as hard as I could, something inside me needing more more more, trying to block out the pain of this morning. The third scar. The first came when I was 6, Elizabeth, my cepan was driving me down to the shops to collect some more clothes and withdraw some money. Suddenly, in the backseat, I screamed. my ankle was on fire and I fell to the floor of the car, shrieking my head off and calling for Elizabeth. she parked the car quickly and ran to my side. she seemed to be more worried about what was on my ankle than my pain. The nerve! I sneaked a glance and gasped. wrapped around my calf was the Loric symbol for one. Back home, Elizabeth explained to me that even though I came on a separate ship with another girl, number 10, I was still tied to the other Garde in a way that 10 is not. She tells me that 10 was smuggled onto the ship last minute and that Pittacus Lore had approached her personally and said that I needed to go to Earth on the ship but separate from the other Garde as no one could know of my existence. Except for Elizabeth.  Her name at the time was Clarimonde meaning protector. He told me that I was the power that would bind everyone together. I had no idea what he meant and I still don't now. 

She told me that we had only just gotten away in time and had landed on Earth a year and a half later. everyone separated and  we made our way to China, then to France and now finally to Miami. the only possessions we had were rucksacks filled with emergency supplies and the large loric chest that I have only been allowed to look in twice. 

The second scar came when I was 11. I was training at this point, struggling to control my strength, speed and agility which is one of the side effects of being an alien I guess. We discovered it when I was on the third floor for science and one of the girls in my class kept asking me where i was from and why didn't I ever say anything about myself. Well obviously i couldn't say that I was afraid that someone would find out that I was a lying alien with monsters hunting me. And that the last view of my real parents was them joining hands and summoning a storm big enough to destroy anything in its path. I hoped it would be enough to save them. it wasn't. But i couldn't tell her that. So instead i ignored her. She kept asking. I stood up and as I walked out to get some air, she tripped me and I fell down. Literally. I fell down onto the second floor through the floor. Elizabeth had a lot of explaining to do but eventually the authorities let it go. We returned home and she began training me. a mix of martial arts and meditation to keep me relaxed but ready. This time I was kicking a punching bag as hard as I could and then I felt the familiar burn. I fell to the ground clutching my ankle, 2 was dead. 

The third came just now on my 14th birthday to be precise. I was sitting eating breakfast in our cramped kitchen when I felt it burn again. My heart sank and I went white.  I was used to the pain by now. It was nothing compared to what another had just experienced. Number 3 was dead. I threw up my hands in frustration, anger and helplessness, and the window shattered. I jumped out of my seat. Mogadorians!!! Elizabeth burst through the door holding a long knife in each hand and then froze. she looked out of the window. There was nothing there. She looks at me. She looks at my hands. slowly a grin spreads across her face. I look down at my hands. A funny feeling washes over me. I stare at a piece of glass and focus. The glass rises off the ground. I am so surprised that i lose concentration and drop it. "telekinesis" Elizabeth whispers. Wow, I think, this is amazing. Seriously amazing. Grinning from ear to ear now, I lift all the glass up and place it into a neat pile, without moving an inch from my seat halfway across the room. 

Finally, I think. A defence.