Return To Lorien

I opened my eyes, groaning slightly as I stretched my sore muscles. It had been to real this time, the smoke clogging my throat, the fires, the screaming. I sighed rolling over in the tiny bed. We were in a tiny motel on the roadside in California. I sighed and sat up, letiing the sheets fall to my hips.I looked over at the bed oposite me, natrally Cari was already awake, sitting on her bed in the lotus position. Although her eyes were closed, I knew she would be silently anlysing every tiny sound she was hearing, determing whether it was safe of not. 

I grinned and quietly lifted myself out of bed, balencing on the balls of my feet, and using my Legacies leviated my feet a few inches from the ground. I glided silently across the room until I was opposite Cari. I took a deep breath and launched myself at her, springing lithly across the gap between us. Cari's eyes flashed open and she had me on the floor withen a second, pinning my arms behind my back and jamming her knee into my leg. She held me for a second then released her grip, moving her weight off me. I pulled myself into a sitting position and frowned at her.

Cari gave a stiff smile at my expression.

"Your'e gettig better".

I sighed and stood up, "Maybe, but you still got me." 

She sighed, " I'm only good becausee I spent years training, so when the time came I would be able to keep you safe, now go clean up and put on some clean clothes, I want to be out of here in twenty minutes." 

I sighed and headed towards the tiny bathroom. This is the part I really hate, the running, but it's the only part of my life that's real, the rest is fake, even Cari. People think she's my mother, but she's not. She's a warrior from my planet, assigned to keep me alive. 

My first scar came when I was eight, it woke me from my sleep, it was the first sign that the mogadorians had found us here on earth. The second came when I was thirteen, in the middle of a school awards night, they rushed me to hospital, where they saw the scars. When Cari arrived they accused her of child abuse. We left that night. The third scar came two  months ago, as soon as I felt it I knew number three was dead. As far as we know number four still lives. He escaped from the mogs six weeks ago, it was all over the internet. We need to find him before the mogs do. We are stronger together, and together we can defeat the mogadorians and take back our home.