Alone - a Lorien Legacies fanfiction

Superman

Ten

Nine

The first thing I remembered was the crickets. Next came the splitting headache as I woke up. Groggily, I groaned as I held my forehead before sitting up, muscles screaming in pain and protest. I looked around in confusion as my stomach growled. Where was I? I picked up the gray sweatshirt that had been draped over my bare chest but was now in my lap. As I held it up, I realized this was the sweatshirt I had bought Madeleine, and that thought brought a slight smile to my face. It quickly faded, however, as I began to remember everything.

I looked around. I was in a barn that held many stables and farm tools. I had been laying on a dusty wooden saw table that had been covered with a white sheet. A chestnut colored horse leaned its massive head out to sniff me.

Hey sleepy head, I heard its deep, clumsy voice say in my mind. Nice hair. Another horse laughed.

My legacy that allowed me to understand animals was often times very annoying.

I swung my sore legs over the side of the table before I stood, stretching my arms above my head. I glanced around before I look a quick sniff. I smelled fine. I also noticed that my jeans had been replaced by a pair of loose yet warm sweats.

Hehe, he sniffed himself.

"Will you shut up?" I growled at the horse. He blew his lips at me before turning around in his stall so I could see his ass. I rolled my eyes. "Mature, really."

I heard a light pitter-patter of footsteps echo quietly in the barn before I finally saw my first face. Almost directly above me, Madeleine leaned over a wooden railing with her blue eyes shining. I dropped my arms and grinned up at her. Her red curls were loosely knotted in a bun on top of her hair. She replaced her beat up clothes for a snug pair of red flannel pajamas. She peeked over her shoulder before climbing over the railing and began to climb down the ladder.
I met her at the bottom and picked her up in a stiff hug. She threw her arms around my neck and tightly squeezed, her legs bent with happiness.

She leaned back and looked me in the face as I continued to hold her. She smelled like coconut. I loved coconut.

"You seem to be feeling better," she said quietly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "A little sore. What happened? Where are we?"

She kicked her feet for me to let her down. "You've got a little catching up to do."

I released my grip so she could slide down. "Where's Adam?"

"Sleeping in the loft." I watched as Madeleine walked over to the horse that laughed a me and gently stroke his nose. I could have sworn he wagged his brows at me. "There's some extra clothes and things over there," she said as she pointed absently over her shoulder. "If you want to go for a walk, I'll explain everything. These cuties don't like it when we talk about the Mogs, now do they?" She kissed his nose.

The horse shook its head. No Mogs, Mogs are bad, Mogs kill horses, no Mogs.

I smiled. I'd have to remember to tell her I can understand what they're saying later.

So I pulled on a shirt from the small stack of slightly-ragged clothes and slipped into a pair of worn work boots. As I laced them, I watched as Madeleine practiced her telekinesis by moving her shoes from the loft with her mind.