The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 2 | Chapter Five

It's been two weeks since the Florida incident. Sam had a mishap he decided not to tell me about. It's why I sensed he was hurt. Apparently, when he said he killed a Mog, he got the sword he used to kill it out of his knee. There was a deep cut in his knee and we had to use the healing stone on him. He reacted a lot better to it than I did. Probably because the knife wasn't twisting its way into his stomach.

Anyway, like I said before I got sidetracked, it's been a little over two weeks and my leg is doing much better. Six took the stitches out two days ago. I still can't walk on it but it is nowhere near as bad as it was before. I'm just glad it didn't get infected.

We're in a cabin which is about a five-minute drive from West Virginia. Six chose the cabin for reasons only she knows. John offered to take the room upstairs with Sam but, even though I have a bad leg, I wanted to be on the second floor. People say the countryside is pretty at night and I saw a balcony connected to the room. Therefore, I claimed it as my own. With Sam.

It's six in the morning but I've been up since three. They're right, sunrises are beautiful all the way out here. No lights to ruin it. I'm petting Willow when the door slowly creaks open. Acting on instinct, I fling open the door with my mind and take hold of the person who opened it so they can't move.

"It's just me," John squeaks.

"Oh, sorry," I say, releasing him and relaxing.

He turns on the light causing Sam to stir in his sleep.

Aw, he's so cute.

"Really, Maisie?" John says, trying to keep a smile off his face.

"Oops, sorry."

He walks over to Sam. "Hey, Sam. Wake up. There's some major crap you need to know about."

This gets Sam and my attention. He pulls the blanket off of him. "Tell us then."

I give John a curious look.

John looks at both of us when he says this. "Just promise me that you won't get mad. I had no idea about any of this. And whatever Henri's reasons are for not telling you this to your guys' face, you have to forgive him."

Sam scoots up so that his back resist on the headboard. "Damn it, John. Tell us already."

"Promise me," he says.

"Fine, I promise."

"Me too."

"I should've done this sooner. I'm really sorry I didn't." John hands Sam a letter. John leaves without saying another word, closing the door behind him.

Sam unfolds the five pieces of yellow paper that look like they came from a legal pad. Neat, thick letters lay upon the page.

Sam reads it out loud, "'I've written this letter many times over the years, never knowing whether it might be my last, but if you're reading this now, then surely the answer is yes. I'm sorry, John. I truly am. We Cêpans who came, our duty was to protect you nine at all costs, including our lives. But as I put down these words at our kitchen table, mere hours after you saved me in Athens, I know it's never been duty that has kept you and me together, but rather love that will always be a stronger bond than any obligation. The truth is that my death was always going to happen. The only variables were when and how, and if it hadn't been for you, then I would have certainly died today. Whatever the circumstances of my death, please don't blame yourself. I never expected to survive here, and when we left Lorien all those years ago, I knew I'd never be going back.'"

"Wait," I say, turning to Sam. "We, we saved him?"

"I guess so," Sam answers, the same kind if awe in his voice as in mine.