I wake up in a serene library, Twelve next to me. We can move, talk, breath. I don't feel the pain I did before. There is an unspoken goal between us. Get out of here, and killSetrákus Ra. Except our legacies don't work, at least in the way we want them too. Her scream is silent, although I can sense her still screaming on some level. My elecomun sparks out from my body, but hits an invisible wall and just disappears.
A small girl walks in. She's the girl from Spain, except her body is giving off a glow, the color of Loralite. Her eyes are sparking. When she speaks, it's as if it echoes and doesn't echo, gets louder and softer. It's the voice of Lorien.
She says, "You two, my children. You are not from my new home. Your new home."
Twelve and I say nothing, just shocked by her appearance.
The girl, Lorien, continues, "You two have been gifted, all four of you were. I fear the destruction of my children and their home. I do not interfere, but I do give my children gifts. One such gift is life, also knowledge."
She turns towards me, "Your love, his body was found by the Mogadorians. They have used a machine and some of my power to reanimate him. He is their prisoner. You must do as you wish with this knowledge."
My heart stops. My body numb. All I can feel is suspicion, who is this girl, anger, how dare she tell me these lies, hate, the Mogs killed him and they did their twisted experiments on him, but most of all, I feel hope. Hope, Thirteen could be alive, Thirteen and I could be together again.
She smiles, then says, "I chose to help them with their process. He is valuable." Then she winks, and disappears. A door appears on the wall, then opens up. In it is a hallway, but it's not empty. No, standing right in front of me, the person I grew up with, the person who took care of me, is Cara.
It can't actually be true. Can it? Thirteen was brought back from the dead, wasn't he? But Cara's different. She died a long time ago. Why would she be here now?
I walk up to her, and pull her into my arms. She seems solid enough. I look up to her, my vision blurred by tears, and she smiles. But she looks different. I push myself out of her arms. This isn't Cara, this isn't my Cêpan. Her eyes are blue, but they sued to be a dark brown. There were streaks of gray in her hair, but now it's still a luscious brown.
I want to be happy. I want to trust this woman in front of me. But I know the truth. This is not the person I love.
She speaks, "Hello, Eleven. You've grown up so quick. Please, follow me."
She then turns towards Twelve, who I realize has been looking at her with suspicion and confusion this whole time.
"Hello. Both of you, you've been granted extraordinary gifts, even though you may not know it for some time. Just...remember how it feels, and it will be yours to use."
She walks down the hallway, easily outpacing us. This woman has my real Cêpan's impatience. Twelve and I walk through it, following her. She's pestering me with questions, but I don't even hear them. There's only two things in my mind. Thirteen, and what Cara had said.
He's alive. He's out there, somewhere, and I had to get to him. No matter what, but Cara's thinking had complicated things. What did she mean?
The tunnel ends and we walk into a room. All of the Garde are there, and they look at us as we enter. I realize both Twelve and I's scars are out in the open. They are speechless. Then the storm one, from Spain points at me.
"It's you, one of the human Garde."
I shake my head, still caught up in Thirteen, my mind slowly getting back to its normal state.
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The Secret of Eleven
FanfictionNine were chosen. They came here the day the Mogadorians attacked our planet, Lorien. While the nine were known throughout the Elders, we were kept secret by Pittacus Lore, until the day of the invasion. There are three of us, hiding out, training...
