Disclaimer: I am not Pittacus Lore. Therefore I don't own the rights to the Lorien Legacies franchise. But how exactly does an alien get a copywrite?

Chapter Two; The Letter

Dear Sarah,

I don't really know how to begin. There's so much I haven't told you, and for that I'm sorry, it's just that I have kept my life, my past, a secret for so long. Before Paradise it was just Henri and me, we didn't trust anyone, never staying anywhere long enough to make friends, to be noticed, no pictures, no friends, no real names. Jesus I should try to start at the beginning, but I don't know if you'll understand, I just hope that one day I'm given the chance to explain it to you in person.

I once had a home, I wasn't always running like a hunted animal, but that home was destroyed, and all my people were killed. Nine of us escaped, sent away with our protectors, to hide here, to wait, and grow, and become strong, as we waited for our land to heal, so that one day we could return, and rebuild our race.

That was the plan, but we were followed, hounded by the same bastards who drove us from our homes, they wished to annihilate us completely, they could not even allow nine children to survive their massacre.

Sarah, you're a smart girl, and you've probably already realized that, I'm not like you, and from this letter you can probably guess I'm not from around here. We, nine, to only remaining Garde and nine Cêpan are from the planet Lorien. I hope you believe me, but I doubt you will, who would? It's true, its also true that of the nine who came to Earth, only six survive today, and that number is in danger of going down. They're on to me, and if they find me, it won't just be me that ends up dead, it will be number five as well. Let me explain, there was a charm placed on us, to protect us, keep us safe, as long as we stay apart, the charm will hold. And until the day comes when the six of us reunite, we will only be able to be killed in order. One, Two, and Three have died already, located and destroyed by the Mogadorians. They seek to kill us, not only to finish the job they started sixteen years ago, but also to clear the way to decimate Earth as well. I had to go because they had found me, and I do not have the luxury of being number nine. I'm number four, and I can't believe I've just told you that, I've never spoken it aloud. I'm going to find the others, its time we fought back.

So I want you to be safe Sarah, to keep your head down, and not draw attention to yourself, please, no matter what you hear, no matter what you see, stay safe, and if the time comes, run. Keep yourself safe at all costs, and one day, we'll see each other again. I promise.

Until that day,

Number Four

(John)

Sarah sat on her bed, the letter held tightly in her grasp, even just hours later, it was wrinkled from being read and then folded, and read again. She still couldn't quite believe it. Although each time her mind wandered to John, or Number Four apparently. She would remember odd things about him that hadn't registered consciously, and slowly as the day moved on; it was beginning to make more sense. She didn't think she'd be able to really believe him until he came back and was able to tell her in person, but whether she thought he was an alien or not she would do as he had asked. She would stay safe, stay out of sight, unnoticed, she just hoped, prayed he would do the same.