The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 4 | Chapter Four

A/N: Just a quick author's note before this chapter starts. THANKS SO MUCH FOR 2K READS!! I never thought I'd get this far. I was doing a project with my friends and I went on my laptop to research something and it was open to Wattpad and I saw that my story had gotten 2000 reads and I almost crushed @alexx_writer . Sorry for that, by the way. And don't forget to check out her new LL fanfic, More Than Just a Number!! 😊 I love each and every one of you! Thanks for all the support and don't forget to vote and comment! 💖
~Taylor 😘

There was one simple emotion the boy had. Happiness. It was an overwhelming happiness that contaminated his heart. For some reason he was happy to see me of all people. It almost made me feel bad that I couldn't return the gesture.

He ran up and wrapped his arms around me so fast I don't have any time to react. It startled me and, as if on cue, the lights flickered for a moment. I immediately stiffen up as he squeezes me in a tight embrace. He nearly crushes my delicate frame, although he's extremely skinny himself. I know it's meant to be a sign of love but I don't know this kid. So, I'm really uncomfortable.

He's crying but has a giant smile on his face. It's a happy sort of cry. The one where you have no other outlet and it all just flows out of you.

He whispers in my ear, "I thought I lost you."

I slide my arms between us and push him back by his shoulders. I hold him arm-length away and look around. The Garde and Sarah are all watching with cringes and the two other newcomers are getting to feel very awkward.

"Sorry, dude," I begin, addressing the boy, "but does anyone know who this kid is?" I ask, the rest of the group.

The boy's face falls. His lips curve down and the pain in his eyes is unmistakeable. I can almost feel the pang of sadness in his chest. "W-what?"

John sighs, walking up to the boy. He gets almost angry as John comes over. He ends up almost dragging the boy away from me by his ear and into the kitchen. As John walked away, I heard him mutter, "You have a lot of catching up to do."

Based on what Eight told me, I could listen in to their conversation but I decide against it. Actually, I just don't exactly know how to do it.

Suddenly, I notice the older man staring at me. It's not really a creepy stare. It's more like he's deep in thought. Braking out of his trance, he approaches me.

"You look very familiar," he says. "Do we know each other from somewhere?"

"Well if we did I wouldn't remember," I answer, fighting back a frown.

He looks at me a little longer before speaking. "The Mogs, I presume."

"Yeah." There's quite a long pause before something breaks in my memory. "Wait, are you Malcolm? Malcolm Goode?"

"Yes," he answers, hesitantly.

"My dad!" I exclaim. "My dad knew you! You were the one I was supposed to find!"

"Your dad..." he trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dan Arkley is-is your father?"

"Yeah, he is. He told me you guys used to be friends."