Hi! I'm a so sorry for the lack of updates! I was trying to finish this other fanfiction I was working on before summer ended, but when it did school became too chaotic for my taste. So for the lack of updates for two months I bring you the longest chapter yet at a little over 11 thousand words! I hope you enjoy it!

AN: Did you hear? The Power of Six sequel to I Am Number Four has come out! I plan to, eventually, read it. I'm in between a series right now so I don't want to disrupt it.

The wind whipped through her hair which she had tied up hours before, not that that had any relevance in the current situation. She could feel the tension coil through her, an almost sickening unknown anticipation. She was trying to think of anything else, anything but the possibilities of what they could find. But so far, none of it was working.

She couldn't focus, something that had become an evident factor in her life for a couple of months. She couldn't distract herself by trying to think about what her 'dreams', so unreal and real at the same time, had meant. She couldn't delve deeper for their meaning and intent. Her focus would waver and she would be caught with the anticipation boiling deep inside of her as the possibilities of what they could find became increasingly evident.

What would they find? Would the Mogadorians be there? Would it be too late? Would, yet another Lorien brother die?

For some odd reason at that thought she felt herself pale. That thought struck fear and sadness so deep inside of her, that she never thought it would be possible to feel that much. The tension coiled further in her stomach, uncomfortably. She tried to take a calming breath and relax, well as much as she could relax at that moment, and she didn't even know why she felt so shaken and scared. She tried to unwind the tension by thinking of anything really. First thing that came up was the road that zipped past them, black and yellow, because apparently she had been staring at it when she went into her think-only-about-the-bad-possibilities seizure trance. The second was the motorcycle that purred as it jerked forward. The third was her sister, who had her hands curled around the handles. None, of it was working however, and in a last attempt to get rid of the boiling feeling inside of her, she looked up and thought up the night-sky. The sky was dark and it seeped over, in a single cloud, into the front of the moon. There was barely any light, except that coming from the full moon. There were only two stars that were visible, two specks of light. They were far apart, separated by the moon. Glowing a dull white they sat horizontally even.

She blinked up at them, seeming captivated before turning her head down in confusion. She contemplated them.

She was jerked out of her thought when her sister made an excruciatingly sharp turn. Her arm tightened, unconsciously, around her elder's waist, for fear of falling off. They had turned sharply into a driveway a grassy driveway. The house was pale and large, placed in a grassy clear field. It had three equally pale steps decreasing from the top of the porch.

Seven slipped her arms around and off of her sister's waist once her sister had killed the engine. She swung herself off of the motorcycle before her sister did and dropped the motorcycle to the ground.

Number Six ran off to the front of the house, her younger sister trailing beside her. She could only hope that he, another Garde, wasn't dead. There was no evidence of a fight outside: no ash, blood or a body. In fact there wasn't even a vehicle much less people.

She felt confusion and curiosity sweep over her as they approached the staircase. They climbed the stairs and stood in front of the door. Number Six gave a tentative knock then a bang to the door when there was no response. She waited with anticipation for some kind of response. She flicked her eyes down to her younger Garde sister who looked overwhelmed with anticipation and fear.

Deciding that waiting wouldn't be the best thing to do, she kicked the door open, dagger in hand, before walking in.

Number Seven followed her elder with tentative steps into the house. She, unconsciously, pulled a dagger out of her pocket. The curved dagger glowed blue. She slipped the dagger's hilt into the familiar place in her palm, wrapping her fingers around it.

She scanned the house for anything: movement, people, something. She saw her Garde sister move into the hallway, having a look of alert suspicion, before disappearing in it.

She casted a glance around the inside of the house noticing: the pale walls, the couch that centered the living room, the island, and the staircase behind the kitchen. For some reason, she knew he wasn't there. She knew that he couldn't be there, for some intangible reason. She just knew.

So she waited for her elder to come back and confirm her guess that was merely relying on feeling.

Moments later she did, with light hurried footfalls.

"He isn't here. No one or thing is here." She said with an unhealthy amount of incredousment.

She took in what her sister said with a mild astonishment. Her sister was never one that was wrong with location.

"I don't understand. I could've sworn that he was here." She said she ran a hand through her messy hair.

"Where else could he be?" She knew her sister had somehow gotten the location of their house, maybe she got some other possible location that he could be at.

Six looked thoughtful for a moment as if sorting through her mind for some information.

She waited trying to quell the fear that rose in her.

Her elder had a look of realization and hope on her face as she walked hurriedly walked past the younger and outside.

"Where are you going?" She said as she turned around and followed the other Garde.

"We won't be going anywhere if I don't find out where he is first." She replied taking the stairs two at a time.

Her younger sister rolled her eyes as she trailed after her.

Number Seven walked to the side of the house and forward to where her abandoned motorcycle laid on the grass.

She kneeled down by it and slid her hand into what looked like a compartment of some sort before pulling out her cell phone. She tapped the screen a few times, her younger sister leaning over her shoulder to try to take a peek.

She tapped it again several more times before quickly standing up and turning around to her younger sister.

Number Seven gave her a quizzical look.

"I think I know where he might be." She said softly, only hoping that he would be there.

"Where?"

"His school."

Number Seven gave her a confused look. Why would he, or anyone for that matter, be at a school at this time? But she felt something, like maybe it could be a possibility.

"Six, why would he be there? It's a school."

Number Six gave her an irritated look.

"Look, this is the only lead we have next to driving around through all of Paradise, Ohio in hopes of finding him. It's not like I can magically know where he is every second of every day so shut it. This is all we've got so we are going." She said as she picked up her motorcycle and swung herself onto it.

Number Seven didn't disagree because somehow she felt that maybe it could be a possibility.

-O-

Okay so this definitely wasn't in the playbook and she couldn't help but wonder why she always found herself in the oddest of situations. She wasn't meant to be in a tree, yeah, a freaking tree. She wasn't meant to be sitting in a branch and as her older sister put it 'be lookout'. Oh yeah right! She wasn't just going to sit in a dam tree and watch as her sister tried to take out a group Mogs that were standing in a small group next to two immensely large trucks. As much as she loved her sister, she could be a stubborn, overprotective pain sometimes. She knew her sister was just trying to prevent her from getting injured, like any normal (alien) sibling would do. But eventually, she would get hurt or injured it was just life, especially for a Lorien.

She sighed, swinging her legs back and forth like a young child. She glanced up and scanned her eyes over the area, searching for her sister or anything considerably interesting. She could see the small clearing of road in which a fairly small group of Mogs stood by the side of the school. They wore dark clothes, hoods pulled up to conceal their foreign faces. Two trembling trucks were scattered beside them, holding what someone couldn't even imagine. Her sister was probably far past them, maybe in the school or seeking around the perimeter.

The Mogadorians were quietly talking, but all she could hear were mutterings of clips of a conversation. Even when they had their abnormal faces concealed, you could tell by the low, almost-animalistic way they talked that they weren't from 'around here'.

She wondered if they had a soul, if they felt any guilt or shame at their acts. Wanting to wipe out an entire race was a bit extreme and cruel. Wanting to take over Lorien because they damaged their home far past the point of repair, they killed their own planet with pollution and arrogance, not even acknowledging the harm they conveyed. And now they succeeded, their home was nothing more than barren and dead, there were only seven Garde left and who knows how many Cêpan left. Her own had died, four months prior. It seemed like everything she cared about was diminishing right before her eyes and she wasn't fast enough to grab a hold of it and pull it back. She couldn't get a grasp on it before it was pulled into the darkness. She felt hollow…..broken.

Maybe that was how things were supposed to be, though.

She sighed, dropping her head down. She could deal with the emptiness that never seemed to be filled. She could deal with the loneliness that seemed to always occupy her. She could deal with that because she couldn't remember a time she hadn't. Even with the comfort and love of her sister and Cêpan that had reserved a special place in her heart for them, she still felt oddly hollow.

She rolled her head to one side, feeling the tension in her neck slowly release and relax.

And if she was to remain like that for the rest of her life, she could find a way to cope with it because she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't.

She lifted her leg slightly and rotated her ankle feeling the uncomfortable and oddly over familiar heat coming off and seeping up her leg.

She let her leg drop down by the natural force of gravity.

She was brought back from her thoughts by the sound of tittering trucks. She snapped her eyes to the side, wondering what was happening. She saw that the small group of Mogs were gone or better yet ash. The trucks continued to shake, tittering from side to side. One was stumbling back towards her as if scared or cautious about something they couldn't see. Six. She pulled her legs up so they were no longer dangling and hopefully she was less visible, if she had ever been.

The Mogadorian continued to stumble back to the tree, taking cautious steps. Number Seven pressed her back against the truck of the tree, her legs stretched out against the branch she was sitting on. She leaned forward, slipping her hand inside her boot and pulling out a glowing curved dagger. Seven let her legs slip on either side of the branch, one hand braced in front of her on the thick branch and the other holding the dagger.

Seven peered down, watching the Mogadorians eyes carefully search over the grounds, trying to find something-someone. She waited patiently until it came right underneath her. She lifted her hand and threw the dagger straight down. It pierced the Mogadorians head, which crumbled into ash, and shot straight through him piercing the grassy soil. Ash flowed from where it once stood.

She heard panting and then a very, quiet, soft noise.

"I could've gotten him, Seven." Her sister said with a protective tone standing a few feet from the tree. There was nothing there; her sister wasn't there, where she had expected, at least not visibly.

She was about to voice it because even if she was an alien she couldn't see the invisible, when her sister slowly appeared, like an artist painting a canvas, the color slowly seeping back into her form, into the edges and curves until she recognized her elder.

"You didn't have to. Remember 'lookout', that was your job." Six walked over to the tree, tilting her head up to see her sister in a tree branch.

Seven shrugged and slid her left leg over to the other side of the branch. She knew it wasn't about being 'lookout'. Her sister wasn't worried about that. It was something different different-something sisterly intimate. She was worried about her.

She slid off the branch, bending her knees to reduce the stinging impact on the ground. Seven leaned over and pulled the glowing dagger out of the grass before righting herself.

"I can't let you have all the fun, Six." She said inspecting the dagger before glancing up at her sister and giving her what she hoped to be a reassuring smile as if to say 'I'm fine, Six. You don't need to be looking over your shoulder as well as mine.'

The corners of Six's mouth quickly quirked up then worried down. She gave a moment to thought before pulling out, turning around, and walking.

Seven caught up with her sister's somewhat frantic pace.

"So…..What's the plan?" She said trying to sound casual and not like her heart was slamming into her ribcage with anticipation or feeling that heat web up her legs and stomach. It wasn't even coming off from a particular place, anymore.

Her throat had caught though and her sister noticed. She spared her a curious and worried glance until her sister gave a soft, nervous, fake laugh as if to say 'I'm fine, pay no attention to that catch in my words.'

Her sister looked at her, then looked forward, clearly reassured…..or maybe not, it was hard to tell, before she took a large breath.

"The school is surrounded by Mogs so I take it Four's here. All of the exits and the few entrances are blocked as far as I have seen. "

"Then how are we supposed to get in?"

"I was getting to that part if you would just let me finish." Six said with an annoyed tone.

Seven mumbled her apology before letting her continue.

"Like I was saying the exits and entrances are blocked and I don't want to risk getting noticed by them before we have Four outta here so we'll probably have to break in….through a class room window or something." She said thoughtfully.

Of course that was something she expected to hear from her elder sister. Breaking in certainly wasn't a huge shocker coming from the other Lorien. It wasn't the first time they had done that, nor the last.

She sighed an 'okay' before follow her sister's urgent pace.

They ducked into the far bushes aligning the school's walls, trying not to be visible. Well, that wasn't a problem for Six, she could just be invisible, erase all the color and noticeability from herself. But Seven couldn't. She didn't possess that Legacy. In fact she didn't possess any Legacy for that matter.

Sure, she had Telekinesis, but every Garde does. It's nothing unique to them. Most Garde get their first Legacy, usually Telekinesis since it is overly common among Garde, during the first few years of birth. Then from there they will get the rest, two usually, over the course of the rest of their youth. Usually by the time they are in their earlier twenties, later teens, they should have acquired all of them.

She was sixteen and only had one, which was uncommon for a Garde. Well, she had Telekinesis and Precognition which allows her to see into the future, but the thing about that is…..it hadn't fully developed, and she's had that Legacy for about two years now, that was the opposite of normal.

At first it had developed smoothly, carefully, cautious, and it wasn't uncommon for her to wake up with a throbbing headache, but that was normal, to experience pain as her body adjusted to it. And it had for a few days.

But then it just stopped.

It was as if the process was being held, pending. She couldn't see when she was having visions and those were only coming during the nighttime. She was supposed to be able to see during them, hence why it's called a 'vision', but it was as if she was trapped in the darkness with only her other senses to rely on. She was also supposed to be able to have them during the day as well and not once in a blue moon at night.

Her elder sister had developed all three of her Legacies before the age of fifteen.

While she had yet to fully develop her second at the age of sixteen.

She felt as if she was a disappointment, but her Cêpan and her elder had once said that she was just 'a late bloomer'.

Maybe that was true, but she couldn't help but feel the sense of doubt overcome her.

They ducked into a row of bushes, brushing against the outer walls of the school. She tried to the crouch lower into the bushes, trailing after her elder, because she was almost certain the top of the bushes didn't even cover her head. She knew her sister could just make herself unnoticeable, but she couldn't and it was one of those times when she wished she could.

She eventually gave up, knowing that the only way she would go completely unnoticed was if she either had her sister invisibility or laid flat on her stomach of the ground, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

She shifted against the wall, feeling uncomfortable crouching down. Her sister suddenly stopped and lifted a hand before placing it on the window glass. Six took a quick look around (as if she needed it) before leaning up so she could see the window's lock. She closed her eyes feeling a warm and natural thrum grow through her veins and she forced it out before she heard the soft click of the window's lock.

She breathed a soft sigh of relieve that sounded like a whisper before pressing her hand against the glass and forcing it up. She supposed she could have used her Telekinesis but it she knew that over-exhausting your Legacies could result in some terrible things.

The cold glass was easily pushed up by her palm. Seven watched as Six slid into the window before she did. She felt the cool ground against her shoes and against her fingertips. She pulled her hand away from the ground and stood up, straightening herself.

She felt the cool hilt of the dagger against her palm and fingers. Her sister gave her a reassuring look before unzipping the backpack she had on her and pulled a glowing gun out. She zipped it back up and slung it on her shoulder.

She moved cautiously towards the door, following beside her sister. She twisted the dagger around in her hand, nervously. She couldn't help but feel nervous or the warmth that webbed up her legs, stomach, and arms. It was an almost suffocating warm and she found her breathing to be erratic.

Once they reached the doorframe two Mogadorians passed by. They both stopped, closing their eyes and smelling the air, until they recognized the familiar Loric scent and turned their heads toward them.

Just because they weren't next in line doesn't mean that they couldn't seriously injure them.

Six held up the gun and sent a streak of glowing material at them. They broke off, one running towards the younger Lorien. The Mogadorian swept over her with a dagger, which she barely managed to duck before she kicked his legs out from underneath him. She quickly stood up and threw the dagger straight at his heart, watching him diminish into ash.

Seven turned her head seeing her sister slid behind file-cabin, taking shelter in order to shield a blast from the Mogadorian. It grunted with disdain and with that fraction of distraction, her elder leaned forward and pierced the Mogadorian with a powerful shot. It froze, its body turning into ash, before it crumbled to the ground.

Seven watched as her sister walked forward, out from behind the file-cabin and towards the pile of ash. Six kicked the pile, watching it float up before flowing down.

She mentally sighed.

Seven followed her sister out the door.

She couldn't help but feel nervous. Nor could she help feel the electrical heat web up her body, suffocating her. And she hadn't a clue as to why it was happening.

Something in her head was going off, prickling with something she couldn't figure out or understand. She tried to ignore the mental alarm clock as she ducked her elder's shot at a Mog right behind her.

Clearly this was a bad time for distraction.

Her sister gave scolding look before motioning her to follow her. Seven complied, trying to shake the mental cobwebs from her head.

She ran next to her sister, down the maze-like hallway, following her steps and turns. She turned her head slightly noticing two Mogadorians chasing after them. Tightening her fingers around the hilt of her dagger she pushed a wave of energy out at them and they slid back several feet before falling to the ground. One was unconscious and the other lifted his head before putting a hand on it. She threw the dagger before forcing it to go straight through the Mogadorian's head.

She flicked her head forwards and was heavily jerked to one side by her elder's hand on her wrist so she didn't run into a wall. Seven felt the other Lorien's hand slid off her wrist. She glanced over to her sister, who was eyeing the isles of the lockers.

She could feel it. The electrical heat, webbing up her body, deep within her: pulsing, thrumming. She had remembered when it was just a prickle at her ankle and now it seemed to be everywhere. She could feel a sense of building energy and yet a sense of exhaustion as well deep within. She could feel the anticipation and the nervousment to the point where she could taste it.

She tried to take a deep breath and focus on other things, something other than this, whatever it was. But just as her attempts had earlier, she failed.

Then she felt it. A soft jolt and the mental alarm clock went off. Her sister glanced at her with curious eyes.

Seven saw her Lorien sister glance to the side and she followed her line of sight until it landed on a tall set of lockers attached to the wall right beside her.

Six's mouth twitched upwards and before Seven realized what was happening, there was a huge hole in the wall and Six had her gun aimed at said wall.

Seven supposed she shouldn't have been surprised because really, this was Six we are talking about, lo and behold the dangerous and badass sister everyone wants. So yeah, she should've expected it, but she couldn't help but jump slightly when she heard the liquid bullet tear through the wall like it was nothing.

At first, she couldn't see anything because her taller sister was standing in front of her, no doubt amused. Seven saw her elder lift the gun again and shoot at probably Mogadorians again.

She saw the stream of liquidized bullet streak through the air and hit the lockers on the opposite end, burning a hole in it. But other than that she couldn't see anything-anyone and yet she could feel it-feel someone. It was as if she could sense the person's presence and it jolted through her. Then she saw it-saw him.

He had turned around; shielding a girl he was with. If she had to guess she would say it was his girlfriend. But she could only see his backside and his blonde hair before he slid into the corner where the wall met the lockers.

She slid out from behind her sister, watching as her sister sent streaks of liquidized bullets at the Mogadorians, who were no longer concealing their faces. They looked like any normal human, except for their irises which were darkly, blown wide and gill-like slits right beside their noses.

They growled and one sent a sharp red wave at her. She forced the warm thrum in her veins out and deflected it. The Mogadorian moved out of its way before giving an irritated growl. Seven pressed herself against the wall, right as her elder rolled from one corner to next before she faded out.

This was one of those times she wished she had invisibility as a Legacy.

She sent another wave of energy at him, making him only slightly stumble.

She cursed before turning her head the other direction, then straight forward, where she was met with Four's fiery blue eyes across from her.

Everything faded away, or so it seemed, and she felt the thrum in her veins rise into a throb. Her breathing became erratic and her heart slammed into her ribcage….or at least it felt that way. His eyes, his eyes that looked like melted blue sapphires as they bore into her's. It felt as if she was being hit by a large energy wave and it slowly seeped into her skin, her bones, and her mind. It melted inside her and became her own. She found it hard to look away. She felt as if he was seeping into her, looking inside of her soul, seeing everything she had: thoughts, memories, secrets. And she couldn't stop it, didn't want to. Her Loric pendant pulsated around her neck. The warmth boiled deep inside her, webbing everywhere, until she felt like liquidized heat.

A sharp streak of red flew by her and snapped her out of whatever that had been. She blinked suddenly feeling both energized and thoroughly exhausted at the same time.

She turned her head to the side seeing her elder sister jump onto the back of a Mog. The other was looking at her with disdain before he sent another bullet at her. She pressed her hands out in front of her, sending a force of conductivity out, deflecting the bullet before slamming her palms several more inches farther and sending a shock of pressure at him. The Mogadorian's back slammed into the locker a few feet behind him, his head flinging forward. She threw a dagger at its chest, watching him crumble into ash.

She curled her hand around the air, her hands still outstretched, before the dagger flew into her hand. Tightening her fingers around the dagger, she looked at her sister who was still….looking amused, but not at her this time.

Six gave her younger sister a worried look as if to say 'are you alright'. Seven gave a nod, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes before walking beside her elder.

"It would be a good idea, cowboy, if you kept your 'heroics' off the internet." Six said walking towards her backpack that was lying on the floor.

Seven couldn't help but smile. Leave it to Six to make a 'good' first impression.

Four gave her an irritated look.

"Who are you?" He asked Six before flicking his eyes to Seven.

"Number Six and this is my younger sister Number Seven. Where's your Cêpan?"

"Dead." He said softly.

Seven held some sympathy for him. She could understand what it was like to lose someone close to you. All of them had.

The girl behind him, looked a little scared and intimidated, as if she wasn't sure what to do.

"Yeah, mine too."

"Mogs got her three years ago." Seven finished, remembering their Cêpan.

She glanced up, only to have Four giving her a sympathetic look.

"Let's go, we've been tracking them down."

"Tracking them?" He asked as he pulled his girlfriend beside them.

"Well more like stalking." Seven said checking the sides of the hallway.

"Yep, lucky for you, I saved you ass." Six said with amusement.

"You should be watching your own ass."

Well this was going well. The first Garde they had found and her sister was already arguing with him. Great.

"Look, Mogs have all the exits covered and as to how we are going get out of here is beyond me. Six, have any ideas?" Seven asked, trying to break the tension.

"Looks like we are going to have to fight to get out. Are you game?" Six asked as she slung her backpack over her shoulder.

Seven kneeled down beside a pile of ash and touched it, hoping to get something, a vision, a location, out of it. But nothing happened. She mentally sighed, standing up. Her sister gave her a questioning look. But she shook her head, telling her she didn't get anything.

"So, are you?" Six asked, noticing his eyes were on her younger sister.

"Yeah."

"There's a tunnel underneath the school that leads to the stadium." The girl beside him said, casting a hesitant glance at the sisters.

She looked like a doll, with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and tender red lips. She also looked hesitant and nervous.

"Oh, you made friends. How nice." Six said with amusement, turning her eyes on the girl.

Seven elbowed her sister.

"Ow, what was that for?" Six said rubbing her arm.

Seven glared at her sister. It wasn't that she cared what Six said because Six was Six and that could explain a lot. It was just that this girl was probably frightened at them and there was no room for teasing. If Four cared about this human than she could respect that and ignore the gnawing feeling inside.

Six gave an exasperated sigh before following Four and the girl.

"Got any other Legacies I should know about."

"Stay tuned." Six said with amusement.

They followed the pair down the hallway. For some reason Seven couldn't help but keep glancing at Four. He was tall, lean, well-muscled. His skin was lightly tanned, and his hair was blonde. To be honest, she thought it suited him better. His eyes looked like melted sapphires. She couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity towards him which she found odd considering she couldn't remember anything about her childhood.

She mentally sighed, trying to calm the throbbing heat that webbed up her body like electrical wire. Why was this happening to her? She didn't even know what it was. She hadn't asked her sister, but she knew that her sister knew, she just didn't say anything. She didn't care to explain.

She knew that it wasn't normal, well normal for a Lorien. Her sister hadn't had anything like that before. Her Cêpan hadn't mentioned anything with similar symptoms when she was telling them about Lorien history.

So what was it?

They entered a dark room; the only light came out of the door, barely touching a few inches into the room. Seven saw Four lift his hand and it started to glow. So he had Lumen as one of his Legacies, interesting.

He moved the light over the various tables, walls, and the floor. She followed gently behind him. Her eyes wondering over the light that emitted from his hand. It was…..beautiful. Not that she would ever admit it.

"Careful, you are going to need all your energy." Six said.

They heard a slam and Four flicked his light over to the door.

"What was that?"

"They're coming."

They walked down a clear row amongst the scattered tables. Seven twirled the dagger, nervously, in her hand. She could feel the sickening anticipation turn in her stomach and it felt like her nerves were in fire.

The door slammed open. Six pointed her gun while Four held his hands out towards the door. Seven's fingers tightened around the hilt and the other was raised into the air, ready to slam the Mogadorian in the wall.

You see every Garde has three, sometimes more, Legacies. One is always Telekinesis. The second is a defensive one, one that will help in battle. The other is unknown.

Since she had yet to develop her 'defensive' one, she had a lot of time to work with her Telekinesis.

"Ah! Whoa! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The speaker was a shorter male with pale skin, beady brown eyes, and equally brown hair. He looked harmless.

Four pushed Six's gun down, glaring at her.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

"Did you see what just flew out of that truck?" He said pointing at the door and looking a bit hysterical.

"And your dog just shape-shifted into one of them! I thought he was going to eat me!" He said walking towards them, before stopping in front of them.

"Right here's your rock." Sam tossed a large rock towards Four, he caught it in his glowing hands. He studied it for a moment.

Sam's eyes flicked over to Six.

"Hi." He said, his mouth twitching into a smile.

Six raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Sam. What are your guy's names?" He asked them.

Six briefly closed her eyes, searching in her head for a name before opening them.

"Jane Doe."

Sam's eyes went, expectantly, towards Seven. She searched quickly in her head.

"Marina Doe." Her Cêpan had always chosen that name for her wherever they moved. Marina as of the sea, she used to say.

"That's cool. That's cool. So are you two numbers as well?" He asked, looking around.

Seven looked at Six, clearly amused while Six looked irritated.

"Who is this tool?" Six asked Four.

"Sam, focus, what flew out of the truck?"

And just as the ironic fate would have it, a large animal flew through the window, shattering the glass and scattering it everywhere.

Everyone ducked and the animal tore straight through the tables. Seven was jerked to the side by a hand around her wrist. It was her sister's hand.

The animal's side slammed into the far wall before it clambered to get up. Seven crawled on the ground next to her elder sister. She threw a chair that was in her way at the animal, successfully hitting its head. It growled, clambering to get up.

She saw Four help up Sam and his girlfriend, ushering them out of the room. The two Loric sisters stood up, seeing the small group of Mogs at the door.

Six sent streaks of liquidized bullets at them while her younger sister pressed a wall of conductivity at them, making them stumble against the piled tables and chairs.

The large animal stumbled out from beneath a table and various chairs blocking his way. Seven turned around seeing the animal looking at Four while he intimidated it. She slammed a force of energy at it, making its head smash against the wall.

Six nudged her as if to say 'I've got these, go help Four'. She went without a hesitance.

She ran after Four and the animal, jumping from table to table, rolling to prevent being hit by a liquidized bullet. She caught up next to Four running down the hallway.

He glanced at her.

"I though you could use some help."

Four looked amused, a grin slipping on his face.

She turned around throwing her dagger at the animal's head, managing to blind one eye, before she pulled the dagger back to her hand. The animal slid into a section of lockers, running to fast at a sharp turn.

They ran down a straight hallway. She tried to calm her nerves; nervousment, anticipation, and frightment boil deep inside her.

Four turned around slamming a force of energy out of him and tearing the lockers out from the walls, pushing them in the middle. The animal struggled in its hold, growling and scratching its way out of the lockers.

They rolled on the ground, ducking the lockers that were thrown their way. Four stumbled when the animal hit its claw against his leg.

Seven reached down and grabbed his wrist, preventing him from falling. There was a gentle warmth that soothed over her and up her arm. She tightened her fingers around his wrist, pulling him away from the animal. She released his hand before turning around and throwing her dagger at its other eye. The animal screamed before she yanked the dagger out and back into her hand. She pressed a wave of energy at it, slamming its head into the locker.

Seven yanked herself out of the way of its claws, pressing her back against the lockers and forcing a wall of conductivity at it hands.

Her hands began to tingle and she could feel her energy slowly draining from her. A large, dog-like Chimaera threw itself at the animal, sliding against the floor until they hit the lockers. The Chimaera clawed at the animal, growling with disgust, and she saw Four slump against the locker and slide to the floor out of the corner of her eye.

The animal struggled, trying to claw its way out of the Chimaera's hold. The Chimaera turned and gave Four a protective and reassuring look. Four gave a soft smile. Animal Telepathy.

Seven looked down at Four.

"Are you alright? You took quite the hit." She said, noticing the blood seeping in his pant leg.

He looked down at it before chuckling.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot about that." He said absentmindly.

She kneeled down, quickly before lifting the fabric of the pant leg up a few inches and seeing two deep scratches on his leg. She knew that if you put off taking care of an injury, even it's just tying it up; it could result in some serious things from experience.

"What are you….Look its fine. Don't fuss. We need to get to your sister." He said trying to stand up.

She put a hand on his chest, preventing him from getting up.

"I'm not fussing. You should see my sister sometimes. All I'm going to do," She said as she reached in her pocket for her dagger," is tie this up with some fabric, okay? Will be back with my sister in no time."

He grumbled reply.

She grabbed the end of her shirt before tearing off a strip with her dagger. Luckily, she had a tank-top underneath. She quickly tied the strip around his leg, knotting it twice.

"There. All done. No need to freak out." She said standing up and offering a hand to him.

He took it and allowed himself to be pulled up. His hand was warmer than hers and she wondered if when he 'turned off' his Lumen it still generated some heat afterwards.

Then she realized that she still had her hand in his and that she was staring.

"I...Um...Let's go." She said quickly, releasing his hand and turning around.

-O-

When they reached the cafeteria, the place was even more askew than before. Most of the tables were flipped over or against the wall in piles. The chairs were everywhere. And not to mention that glass was shattered on the floor.

It looked like an array of blue and red streaming through the air. Six was in the middle: ducking, shooting, rolling, jumping, and deflecting.

She crashed a wall of energy against the Mogadorians making them stumble and giving Six the upper hand with the distraction.

She rolled to a pile of chairs, successfully ducking a liquidized bullet. Seven pressed her back against the legs of the chairs. She looked to both sides of her seeing bullets fly past her before she turned her body and looked up at the Mogs.

Seven crouched below the piles before she stood up, mere feet from them. She sent a wave of conductivity at them; giving it everything she had left, making their backs slam into the wall. She ducked the Mogs dagger that swept over her, before she slashed his leg, using that as a distraction, and dug her blade into his heart.

She ducked something that was thrown at her and only realized a moment too late that it was…..a grenade.

The impact of the blast caused her to be thrown into the air. Her back slammed into the far wall, her head flinging back then forward. She suppressed the urge to cry out, instead she cursed before taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Her back hurt like hell and there was nothing she could do about it.

She crawled over to a table that was on its side. Seven slumped against the slate of polished wood.

Her veins tingled and pulsated with over-exhaustion of her Legacy. Her back throbbed, painfully and she could taste blood on her bottom lip.

Someone slumped next to her against the slate of wood. At first she suspected it to be Six because that's what usually happened when they needed to gather some energy and take a breather. But when she turned her head she was met with a taller male, Four, who was looking equally tired.

"You alright?" He asked, panting slightly.

"Um…Yeah, just the norm, tired." She said with a soft smile. She didn't want to complain too much. Everyone, Garde, was going through the same and it was her fault that she over-exhausted her Legacy.

"You sure? You took quite the hit back there." He said repeating her words from earlier with a grin.

"I'm fine, idiot. Just give me a minute…Over-exhausted Legacy." She said trying to calm her throbbing veins and back.

"Oh…I could…help with that." He said gently raising a hand.

She gave him a questioning look. What did he mean he could help her with over-exhaustion?

"I just need to….My hand….It's complicated to explain, but could I?" He said raising a glowing hand.

She didn't know what he was going to do. But when she looked into his questioning eyes, she could only offer her trust.

She nodded weakly.

He hovered his hand over her torso before slamming it a few inches farther into the air. Streams of light emitted from his hand, pouring energy into her, shooting through her veins. She craned off the ground, feeling a new, brighter energy pulse through her veins.

His hand pulled away and they both collapsed. She felt a warm thrum surging through her veins.

She took several deep breaths, wondering how the hell he did that. She had never heard of what she guessed to be energy transferred from one person to the other, even when the person had Lumen as a Legacy. Maybe evolution happened.

She turned her head towards him with a soft smile.

"Mmm….Thanks." She said as he grinned at her.

"Anytime."

They turned around, facing the last couple of Mogs.

"I want him." He pointed to one.

She nodded at him, standing up and deflecting the various bullets. She pressed a wall of energy at the Mogadorian, slamming him into a wall. Whatever Four had done, it felt great. She could feel a warm, new energy pulsating through her veins.

The Mogadorian lifted his gun and aimed it at her. She forced the weapon out of his hands, dodging his last-resort swings before digging her blade into his neck and severing his spine. He crumbled to ash.

She saw Four roll on the ground, preventing the Mogs hit.

"Four!" She yelled before tossing him her glowing dagger.

He stood up, ducking a swing before stabbing the Mogadorian straight through.

The way Four's eyes looked, they held so much sadness and anger. It was heart-breaking. She didn't know why he looked the way he did, but she didn't care to see him that way again.

She walked forward, beside Four, before she leaned down, grabbed the dagger off of the ground, and stood back up.

"You're good with your hands." She said tightening her fingers around the middle of the double-bladed dagger.

The sadness disappeared, gently, before he smiled.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He said, smiling at her and that was all she could do back.

She heard Six give a slight cough, while rummaging through her back pack. They both looked at her. Six looked as if she was trying too hard not to look amused, but failing badly.

Six slung the strap over her shoulder.

"Come on." She said walking out of the cafeteria, with them following behind.

They caught up with Sam and Four's girlfriend. For some unknown reason the thought left a bad taste in her mouth. She didn't even know him and she was already…you know…not that it was jealousy because it wasn't...over his girlfriend. It didn't make sense. She was a nice, gorgeous, fragile girl. She was good for him, something stable.

So why did she feel pissed?

They ran down the dark hallways, sharply turning from corner to corner. Seven rubbed her thumb over the middle of the double-bladed dagger. She was nervous and scared as she always was during battles. But after the majority of her life being chased, she kind of got used to the feeling. Almost.

They pushed through a set of double-doors that lead to the stadium, running across the clear-field. The large Mogadorian animal flew in the air, tracking them. It perched itself on a bleacher before jumping up and swooping down.

She felt two, different hands usher her out of the way along with Sam and the other girl. One of the hands were small, feminine, fragile and somewhat like her own. The other was not doubt male, large, strong, and very warm.

A red blast impacted the ground next to them. She pulled her hands in front of her shielding herself, before letting them fall to see the enemy.

There were three, two were firing at them and the other was staring at them.

She ducked, avoiding getting hit.

"Go back inside, Sam and Sarah." Four said shielding them.

They ran back inside as she pressed a liquidized bullet out of her way.

"You should go too." Six said to her younger sister.

She looked at her sister and Four only to see the same look of concern on their faces. It was a bit nerve wracking.

"Right, you guys are so funny. Not going to happen." She said deflecting another bullet.

Six mentally sighed.

Seven pressed a wall of conductivity around the three Gardes, catching three streams of red in the air, before slamming it back to the Mogadorians. Unfortunately, only one got hit, the others managed to block it.

She ran forward deflecting the liquidized bullets with her Telekinesis, before rolling on the ground to avoid another one. Four and her sister were right beside her, deflecting and shooting.

She rolled on the ground again before building up a shield of energy and standing back up. She caught a bullet in mid-air before sending it back. This time it nicked the Mogadorian's arm. She used this distraction to get close enough to elbow him in the stomach and punch him in the face.

She jerked her dagger to the right, slashing the Mogadorian in the neck, but not deep enough. The Mogadorian brought his dagger up and tried to cut her neck off, but she ducked it. He managed to nick her cheek. She jerked her dagger to the left than the right, successfully severing his neck.

"Duck!" She heard Four say.

She did as she was told before she swept around to see that a Mogadorian had almost taken off her head. Fantastic. She swept a wave of pressure over him and he fell back. She jerked her dagger down into his chest before pulling it out.

She glanced up, only to see that Six had been taken by a flying alien, animal. Great.

A bright light grew from behind her before it ran over the animal's eyes. The animal screeched as the light burned and blinded him. It flung her sister up in the air before she faded out, lost all color.

She turned her head only to see that a Mogadorian was loading a bullet into his gun. She ran in front of Four's back just as the Mogadorian shot. She forced a shield of pressure out, but the bullet was too close and she was jerked back, flung carelessly into the air.

Seven hit the ground hard on her back for the second time and this time she didn't hesitate to cry out. She bit her lip, tears pricking her eyes. But she held them back.

Four was on his side, looking injured as well, while her sister landed on her stomach a few feet away from them.

She bit her lip harder, trying to move and not to move.

Four looked at her with softness, worry, and reassurance. It kind of reminded her of her sister.

She rolled herself over onto her stomach, feeling her bones and muscles protest. But she didn't listen to them. She just bit her lip and clenched her hands harder, willing herself to continue.

She saw Six who was on her stomach, mouth slightly open in pain.

"Four, I believe you have something I need." The Mogadorian said, which brought her attention back to Four who was being held several feet in the air by his jaw by a Mogadorian.

The Mog glanced at the ground and saw a glowing rock before giving a sharp-toothed smile.

"Thank you so much for making this easy for us. Think of how quickly we will finish off the rest of the planet!" The power-hungry Mogadorian said with delight.

She pressed her elbows into the dirt, using them as leverage. She resisted the throbbing pain.

She saw Four glance at her. His eyes conveyed something she couldn't read into.

"It's fantastic! Soon I'll be done with all of you. You can't stop what's coming," The Mogadorian took out a ragged sword;" You never could." He said pointing the sword at Four's neck.

Four's eyes snapped back to the Mogadorian's. His eyes seem to boil with hate.

"You have," He lifted his hand over the small glass containers of liquidized bullets before flicking his Lumen on, "no idea," The glass and the liquidized bullets began to boil and heat up, "what I am capable of."

The Mogadorian gave a yell before he started to raise his sword to Four's neck. She raised her hand weakly before building pressure onto the sword and forcing it out of his hand.

Her sister faded out before jumping on the Mogadorian's back. It slammed to the ground and she dug her dagger into his heart.

Four fell to his feet before she collapsed to the ground.

She felt her back painfully throb; sending spikes of pain shoot up her nerves and her back. Even breathing hurt.

"Are you alright?" She heard Four kneel down beside her and say.

She gave a pained laugh, blinking and finally letting two tears fall.

"This is one of those times when I wish that either I couldn't feel my back or I had healing abilities as a Legacy." She said turning her head to the side that Four was at.

He gave her a worried look.

"Seven, are you alright?" Six asked gently

"Hmm…not really. Could one of you, maybe help me up?" She asked, pressing her hands into the dirt and trying to use it as leverage, sending a hot spike of pain up her back.

Four offered his hand before Six. Six was giving her a worried look, but didn't seem opposed to Four helping her.

She took the hand, slipping her hand into his. His hand was soothingly warm and again she wondered about the after effects of using Lumen.

His other hand slipped around her waist, tightly. He pulled her up, trying not to cause too much pain, before pressing their sides together. It was a lot of contact. Not that she was complaining, she just wasn't used to it.

Their eyes locked for a moment and she could feel energy seep into her again.

"Can you walk?" Four asked, his eyes searching over her's.

She broke the eye contact, deciding to look at the ground instead.

"Mmm…Yeah, but thank you." She said, giving Four a reassuring look.

Four didn't seem entirely convinced but he still pulled his hands away from her.

"Really, I'm fine." She said as she started walking ignoring the pulses of pain every time she took a step.

Her back still hurt, spikes of pain shooting up her muscles and bones, but somehow it seemed a little more…..bearable.

After a short moment Six and Four followed closely.

She looked at the piles of various ashes on the ground, the wind picking them up and dissolving them into nothing. She looked at the holes in the bleachers and in the ground. Man, this High school was in for a rude awakening. She tried not to concentrate in the pain in her back, but she found that if she concentrated on the liquidized heat that webbed up her legs to her collarbone it became less painful.

"Um….Seven, why is your shirt ripped?" Six said with curiosity.

She heard a deep laugh behind her and knew that it was Four.

She turned her head and couldn't help smiling and the pink that colored her cheeks.

"Check Four's ankle."

Six casted a suspicious glance at Four unable to help the amusement that crossed over her face.

"I got scratched in the leg by that flying Mogadorian animal and Seven made a fuss over it." He said once he calmed his laughter.

"I was not making a fuss."`

"You ripped your shirt to bind my wound. That's what I call making a fuss. Besides isn't that the guy's job?" He asked only to get punched in the arm by Six.

Seven gave a soft laugh before wiping at the blood on her cheek with her jacket sleeve. It stung a bit, but not too bad.

"Guys are idiots." She heard Six mumble as they opened the double-doors.

Four was immediately attacked by his girlfriend Sarah, who glomped him and Sam made a second attempt at flirting with Six.

"Yep, you see that pile of ash over there? It used to be a Mogadorian before I got it."

She tried not to laugh at Sam which was becoming increasingly difficult when she saw Six's rejection expression so she turned her head to the other side, only to see Four and Sarah still hugging. She felt like she was intruding in on a private moment, but then again if they wanted privacy they would go get it. But there isn't much privacy in a school that just got attacked by Mogadorians.

She frowned, turning her head down. Why was she being like this? It didn't make any sense.

She felt a hand slid over her shoulder, one that was not doubt her sister's. Seven looked up at Six who was smiling at her.

"Let's get out of here. All of us."

She nodded, trying to bring back some happiness to her face. Seven followed her sister out the back, trying to mind the pain in her back. She still felt the spikes of pain shoot up her back, but she that it would eventually go away.

She did notice that Sam, Four, and Sarah were following them but she expected that. The air was cold against her skin, like frost brushing against it. She knew that it wasn't actually as cold as it felt, it was just because she had being fighting, warming her skin, and now she wasn't and it felt nice.

She heard Six and Four talking about staying somewhere to rest, which sounded like a great idea. Sleep sounded like a great idea right now.

They reached Six's motorcycle and Four's truck which happened to be parked in the same parking area. She didn't think she could get on a motorcycle, back pain and all. It wasn't that she was complaining it was just that she knew what Six would say and of course she did.

"Seven, why don't you go with Four. I don't think being on the back of a motorcycle right now is the best idea. Besides we're going to be staying at the same place anyway." Six said giving her that 'if you don't go I will make you go' motherly tone of hers.

She didn't hesitate to get in the truck.

Being squished with four people in a three people only car was very uncomfortable. Her sides were pressed against Sam's and Sarah's. Sarah probably didn't mind, she was closer to Four then. Sam didn't seem to either or at least he didn't show it.

She didn't mind, as long as she didn't have to move her back she was perfectly fine.

The ride to the motel was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, but more of an understanding and calming silence that drifted through everyone.

The heat that wired up her body like electricity didn't seem to calm though. It pulsated and throbbed with warm, like her veins. It had gotten worse.

When they arrived at the motel Sam and Four were the first to get out of the truck. She followed, after a bit of some help from Sam, and so did Sarah.

Sarah, Seven, and Six were staying in the same room while the guys were staying in another. They had all agreed on it.

Seven fell on the couch, only bothering to kick off her shoes and pull off her jacket. She would shower in the morning, but all she wanted right now was to get some much needed sleep and for her back to stop hurting. She could feel sleep blanketing the corners of her mind and the throbbing in her veins dilute to a soft hum. She wished her back would do that and the electrical wire webbing up her body would as well.

She gave a soft sigh, her eyes drifting farther into sleep.

But then she heard a soft noise.

Seven blearily blinked her eyes until they focused. She was met with Sarah sitting across from her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you it's just that I wanted to thank you." They hesitant girl spoke softly.

She felt confusion sweep over her. Why did she want to express gratitude? What had she done to deserve it?

"It's fine, but why? I mean why do you want to thank me?"

Sarah fidgeted with her hands.

"Your sister can be a little intimidating."

Seven couldn't help the smile that slipped on her face.

"Yes, she can be."

"I appreciate you….dimming her down and being nice." She said with a smile.

She knew her sister could be rude sometimes and the majority of those times she would have to calm her down before something bad happened because that was something she was used to doing. But actually getting a thank you after was different.

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to that kind of thing. It takes a little while to know her before she doesn't act so…so…the way she does. She's really a nice person; but that side doesn't come out to people she just met." She finished snuggling into the couch pillow and shutting her eyes.

"Still…..thank you. I should probably let you get some sleep….so goodnight." Sarah said as she left.

Sarah was a really nice and beautiful girl. She was stable and understanding and everything Four needed in his life. She was good for him.

But even as she repeated those words in her head she couldn't help but feel doubt seeping up.

-O-

The morning air was cool as it brushed against her face, like faint kisses. The air smelled fresh and cool the way it only does in the morning. The sun was just beginning to fully peek out, shedding light against the darkness. There was a slight breeze that swept through the trees, making the leaves tremble.

She curled her hand gently around the Loric stone that resided on her necklace, before slipping the necklace off of her neck.

The plan was that they were going to touch the Loric stone, the spell that only abled the nine Lorien children to be killed in a particular order, together and hopefully get information on where the others resided.

Sarah, Sam, and Mark were standing several feet away from them. Four was opposite to Seven and Six was standing next to both.

"Alright, let's see if this works." Six said with hopefulness.

Six's hand gently moved forward to the center of the triangle they were standing in. Seven lifted her hand, slowly inching it forward before Fours did the same as well. Then the unexpected happened. Four's hand was jerked forward until the stone touched the other's. A warm thrum of familiarity came and Six's hand dropped as if forced to do so. Four's and Seven's, however, didn't even waver as their gazes didn't either, as if they couldn't.

It was like a magnetic field, tugging their hands forward until the tips of their fingers and knuckles brushed against each other. Just then Four's hand began to glow with his Lumen and the stones slipped from their grasp only to be replaced by their hands. Their fingers interlaced and Seven's hand began to glow as well.

It was dark, too dark to see anything. Walking through a forest probably wasn't the best idea either. Tripping over twigs and bumping into trees, lost and unsure of their path, but never knowing what it would be until they see for themselves, see where it takes them. There was coldness, a weakness and despair that followed, behind their shoulder and every turn. It lurked threatening to consume them, but they wouldn't let it, kept pushing forward and they had to. Tripping and falling, blood falling from the gashes, staining the leaves below, but they picked themselves back up. Never mind the blood, disregard the coldness, push forward, push until you fall, bloody and broken, and when that time comes pick yourself back up and push again. Stumbling through the lightless forest, coldness lurking through the corner and seeping into them, but they pushed, pushed because they had to, pushed because they needed to and pushed because they wanted to because they knew that at the end of each dark forest is light.

They were jolted out of the vision, taking deep breaths and wondering what had happened. Seven looked down at their hands and slowly pulled her's back. It was glowing. But she didn't possess Lumen as a Legacy. She looked at the light seeping in and out of her hand, glowing radiantly and she began to fear what she didn't know.

The light though, several seconds after being pulled away from Four's hand, began to dim and dull until her hand no longer illuminated, was the way it had been before.

"What just happened?" She asked, afraid to even know the answer.

"I'm not sure." He shrugged casually as if he hadn't experienced what she had. Did he feel the coldness through the forest, but maybe he hadn't. She began to doubt if they both had seen it. She had after all been alone and she did have Precognition as a Legacy, although not fully developed.

Maybe, he hadn't seen it.

"Hmm….Alright, then." She said before leaning down and grabbing her necklace that had fallen from her hand.

She slipped it on, still wondering what the hell had happened but apparently no one was willing to give her an answer.

She casted a side glance at Six, Sam, Sarah, and Mark and as she had more or less expected they were stunned.

She gave a nervous cough.

"Um….I'm going to wait in the truck so yeah." She said starting to walk toward the truck. Everyone had already said their goodbyes. Four and Sarah had taken a little while longer, hugging and whispering to each other. They had established that Sam was coming along with them.

Something nudged at the back of her legs; she curiously turned around to see that it was Bernie Kosar the dog or Hadley the Chimaera. The black, white, and brown beagle was limping. Its paw looked badly bitten and bloody.

"Oh Hadley, what happened?" She asked, even though she wasn't the one with Animal Telepathy, before picking him up and petting him.

She walked toward the truck before opening it and slipping in. She didn't bother to glance back at them. She didn't understand what was going on with her; nothing seemed to have an answer or reason. She just wished she could live in a world where everything made sense and not a blur of untold things.

She was disappointed that the touching of their pendants hadn't accomplished what they had guessed it would, but another side of her was thinking of what had happened instead.

Hadley, the dog at the current moment, was licking at its bloody paw. She ran a soothing hand over its back and head. She would have to bandage him up later. Hadley stopped for a moment before it nudged its nose up, pushing into her hand. Once she let him play with her hand, he licked it and she could remember that that had been the hand that had started to illuminate.

She heard two doors open before Four and Sam slid in on either side of her. The truck hummed to life and she casted a side glance out the window to see Sarah and Mark, both looking content and at loss for something. Sarah waved once she saw Seven's eye contact. Seven gave a little upturn of her lips before the truck took off.

She saw Six in front of them on her motorcycle and she rubbed Hadley's head, who was laying in her lap. She looked to the side seeing Sam who was looking happy and like he was finally about to get some answers. She wished she could as well. She looked at Four who was driving. She couldn't help the sense of familiarity come over her, making her eyes linger over him.

Wherever they were going, whatever they were going to find, hopefully she could find some of her own answers as well.

Alright, you know how I said that because of the lack of updating this chapter was going to be the longest? Well, it's also the last. Before you freak out, I am making a sequel. I hope to start it in a few months maybe a little later. It's going to be called Pockets Full of Stones. I just want to thank my lovely readers for…..well…reading this:) I hope you enjoyed it! Please, leave a comment! ~