The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 2 | Chapter Seven

We're in the car. We're going to Paradise. We're risking our lives.

Yeah, yeah. I know that escalated quickly but it's true. And Six agrees with me.

"But what if it's nothing, though? I mean, what if there's nothing down in that well but some weird birthday present or anything else but the transmitter. We're risking a lot, like a lot a lot, by showing up in Paradise like this," she points out.

"Trust me," Sam says, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He turns up the radio. I immediately turn it down and change the station.

You know I hate Twenty One Pilots, I mentally scold him.

He stops tapping his fingers and sits up straighter in his seat. "Sorry."

Six rolls her eyes at me from the back seat, knowing I was talking to him with my telepathy.

"I've never been so certain of anything in my entire life," Sam continues with a grin. "And I get straight A's, thank you very much."

I stifle a laugh. "Nerd."

He reaches over and shoves my shoulder. I punch his thigh. He goes to make another move but John jumps in.

"Hey guys, wanna play a game?"

"Sure," Sam says.

"Okay."

John smirks. "Can you guess," he pats his lap to create a drum roll, "Six's Earth name?"

Six frowns at him in mock anger.

"She has one?" Sam laughs.

"Just guess," John says.

"Yeah," Six challenges. "Guess."

I quickly search her mind, figuring the answer is at the surface somewhere. In a couple seconds, it comes to me.

"Oh! I know!" I shout, turning around to the back seat.

"In my mind," John says.

Maren Elizabeth.

"You cheated!" John points at me, acting overly disappointed.

"I have the ability to look through people's minds and you think I'm not going to use it?" I ask, acting overly surprised.

"Whatever," Six says. "Sam?"

"Um, Stryker?" Sam guesses.

John laughs so hard, BK jumps up in alarm. He quickly lays back down, realizing there is nothing wrong.

"Stryker?" Six yells.

"Really, Sam?" I ask.

"Okay, okay," he says, griping the steering wheel harder. "Something like Persia or Eagle or-"

"Eagle?!" Six yells.

I burst out laughing.

"Why would I be Eagle?"