The Last Legacy

A new life

I'm lying in bed thinking about the garde. About a certain garde in particular. Nine. When I hugged him, it was almost as if I could sense his feelings. I knew it wasnt another legacy, just perceptiveness but I still felt something. I felt his joy and his nervousness. I turn over and smile, maybe things are turning around after all. 

I wake up in the morning feeling something that I havent felt in a very long time. Hope. For the future. Maybe this was a life worth living. 

I went downstairs and grabbed a bagel. i had developed a taste for them after being in america and they did great ones in Chicago. As soon as nine realized that i had a secret weakness for them, no matter what filling, he arranged for them to be delivered daily in the morning. I have to say, the bagels are definately a highlight!

I make my way into the living room. Ok, living room is a bit of an understatement. More of a living hall. It has double glazed, bulletproof glass windows around it and everything is white and gold. the bulletproof glass ensures no one unwanted can get in. It seems nine's Cepan Sandor didnt take any chances. The rest of the garde are sitting chatting, sprawled out on various different sofas and bean bags. Six gives me a wave as I walk in and laughs as she sees the bagel in my hand. She grabbs it and takes a bite, grinning at the pissed look on my face. Over the last few months, we have developed a really special friendship. Maybe because we both lost or Cepans in front of us or maybe because we have some of the same legacies. Whatever the reason, I'm glad she's on my side. 

I nestle down onto some pillows in between nine and six. Everyone is chatting about the evening last night. Yesterday was one of our training sessions and it went really well. Everyone used their legacies amazingly and it was definately successful. Whichever mogadorian tries to attack us next will definately have their hands full. As well as practicing our legacies, we were learning hand to hand combat, precision and controlling and using our strength and speed against an enemy. It really helped me to know that I waws improving over the time of just a few hours. I knew now more than ever that coming to chicago was the right choice. Being with the other garde, especially after Elizabeth died, has helped me in more than just one way. I no longer feel like a little girl naive enough to believe that no one had to die and she could protect everyone alone. No. That girl is gone. In her place is someone who is ready to not just fight, but to win.