The Attack (Lorien Legacies Fan-Fic)

"No!" I yelled out of shock. Everyone stared at me like I was a lunatic. To others, being picked to go to Earth to try to kill as much Mogadorians as possible was a gift. I was chosen to represent 7 since I was a direct descendant. I knew this day would come, but I thought I'd be ready. I thought I'd be ready to experience what my ancestors did.

In history we were taught of the sacrifice my ancestors had to make in order to restore Lorien. Now, to show our gratitude we send out 10 direct descendants of the 10 that went to Earth. One wasn't meant to do the same as the others, but she contributed much to them so we consider her the 10th one.

They killed majority of Mogs, but some still survive and plan to kill all Lorien as well as Earth. Luckily, they killed the worst of them all,Setrakus Rá.

We have to find our chests and remain hidden to all humans on this mission, but we are all separated. All we have are our Cêpans. We all get taken to different parts of the globe.

I'm snapped back to reality when I hear whispers. They're confused as to why I'd say no. My Cêpan and 7 is standing on the stage waiting for me to come up. I muster up my courage and begin to move my legs as the crowd all moves aside to give me a clear walkway. I'm only 4 years old and I know this much about what's happening. Others usually just wander up with their proud parents without knowing what's happening, but my time without my parents made me different from everyone else. I'm much more mature and smart. I seem at least like 12 years old. I see 7 make a confused face as to why I'm walking alone, but then she realizes that I'm an orphan. An old spark seems to run through her eyes as she feels a bit of sympathy for me.

I finally make it on the stage and accept my fate.