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[skiirad]

“I wouldn’t have missed a second of it, kiddo. Not for all of Lorien. Not for the whole damn world.” Henri, Pittacus Lore, I am Number Four

[goddamnalientourists]

Hope

Hope

Brandon's only thought as the ship sets course for Earth was I never got to say goodbye. He thinks of the last morning he spent with his wife, Julianne, wishes he had told her he loved her one last time, hugged her. His son, Henri, just a month shy of starting school.

Henri - his little boy, he'd never see him again. His little boy, the one who couldn't quite say his r's correctly yet, with a slight gap between his teeth.

He's gone. Brandon almost collapses when that facts settles itself in his mind. His world is gone. 

The Mogadorians would follow him to earth, he knew that. They would hunt them all down, no matter what?

What was the point, then? What does he have to lose, exactly? Why should he even fight this - as Hessu had put it - suicide mission? Why shouldn't he just -

"I'm 'ungry, Don." 

Brandon snapped back to reality and blinked away his tears. Looking down, he saw Lucas - Four - pulling his trouser leg, and suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

This little kid, with his ruffled blonde hair and adorable, innocent, big blue eyes - he was the future. One day, this four year old boy would be one of the strongest people on Earth, and as this sunk in, Brandon felt something blossom in his chest.

In that moment, he swears he will never forget. He won't, for the sake of this boy, this child who was a warrior in the making.

He might never go back to Lorien, with its lush wildlife and other worldly glow, but perhaps years in the future, this kid and the ones around him would.

He will remember Lorien, he will remember the lives lost on this day, his wife who couldn't cook and was a morning person, and smelt like flowers, his son Henri, who was in essence his world and his meaning. He will remember them whatever it takes.

He'll remember them, because while Four is alive, there is hope.

There will always be hope.

[goddamnalientourists]

Headcanon: Adelina was never intended to be a mentor Cepan, and was an assistant at the Lorien Defence Academy, and was very quiet and submissive, but one day a senior mentor Cepan was having trouble finding a mentor for young Marina when she ran over to Adelina and hugged her knee, bonding with her immediately. 

[oneeyedloric]

Killing some, well, killing most, but also planting stories in villages hundreds of miles away, about kids doing amazing things, like about a boy who lifted a car above his head and a girl who could walk across a lake. (From The Power of Six)

Maybe Crayton was the one who created the story about the girl in Argentina!

[lorienlegaciescountdown]

Cepan Week #3 HAS STARTED!

April 20 - April 26: Henri | Crayton | Adelina

[skiirad]

Katarina's last moment

“It took you two whole days to come up with that plan?”

The Mogadorian grips hard on his stained knife. His pale face finally has color; the color of embarrassment.

The evildoer’s pride being crush is like a taste of wonderful victory. Although it is short-lived, I cherish rubbing his idiocy at his face.

“You must feel some kind of idiot,” I howl. I get a glimpse at Six; her eyes shining proud. We, being the captives of our enemy, defiance seem so achieving. However, that positive feeling is contradicted by her body. From my view, her shoulders seem to tremble. Knowing enough from the malevolence I have experience a few years ago, I already can predict what will happen.

The Mog easily contained his anger and says about having all the time in the universe, he will do a lot just to acquire the necessary information.

I wanted to say about how cliché the whole torture thing, and that my girl will never tell him anything. Before I can say anything, my prediction becomes true. He strikes me with all amusement, more than appropriate, with the butt of his knife.

Harsh wind escapes out of me. My senses barely keeping up as the Mog threatens Six. Within two days held as prisoner, these Mogs really are bored and we are the toys to kill that boredom. Seeing me in pain hurts Six, but I do not speak for our sake until now. It is like being in another nauseated universe as Six is in the verge of giving up. Love. What an ironic world.  

Whatever happens, do not tell him your Number, I wanted to say, wanting to imply to her with my pleading eyes. For the sake of my girl and Lorien, do not think about my pain. However, Six does not pay me any attention. She wanted to save me or at least delay the departure.

No.

She blurts out our no-permanent-address-adventures. All our past identities.

No.

She talks about out mindless games and her not having friends. Her Chest being lost.

Then I see her point. I forcing the smile that is trying to surface.

“I am Number Eight,” Six sounds so confident, but it is pointless. The Mog already knows her tactic. Despite that, I am thankful for her.

She looks at me. My sight is going blurry. I try to relay gratitude with the consciousness I still have. Six looks at me with worried eyes. Worried, that the Mog saw through her. But that is not it, because the Mog takes a prideful speech in which I could only remember a few words. Yet, his tone is engraved in my mind. He is stupid enough to believe her.

“You have nothing. Number Eight,” the Mog triumphantly ends.

I just want to laugh at him. My Six outsmarted him; his pride made him an imbecile.

This is it because I could see the horror in her face.

I am happy to have you, Six. I wish I could just tell her that. I wish I could escape from here and take care of her. I wish I could live another day for her.

But that is just a fantasy. I have lost much energy and blood. Living would be a miracle.

I am ready. Thank you for the journey, Six. I know you won't fai—

Before my world collapses into darkness and I see greatness beyond, I hear, “No!!!”  A scream unmistakably from her.

[lorienlegaciescountdown]

Katarina was Number Six’s Cêpan.

Description :

Not much is given in the books.

Known dwelling locations:

Lorien

Nova Scotia

Denver

Puerto Blanco,Mexico

Texas (on the run)

New York (also on the run)

Traits:

She told Six she had “multiple loves” on Lorien.

Katarina is a quiet, thoughtful woman, and though she’s the closest thing I have to a mother, she’s very different from me. (From Six’s Legacy)

Quotes:

“I’m allowed to be sappy sometimes.” “I can’t help it. He’s handsome.” (From Six’s Legacy)

“Torturing me to get to her? It took you two whole days to come up with that plan?” (From Six’s Legacy)

Current status: Killed in Mog cave in West Virginia in front of Six.

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[lorienlegaciescountdown]

Sandor was Number Nine’s Cêpan.

Description  (From The Rise of Nine):

Nine touches something on a keyboard and the largest screen in the room comes to life, showing a photo of a muscular man in a black Italian suit, its beautiful cloth and perfect cut apparent even in the grainy picture. He has black hair and a thick beard, and he’s holding two laptops. 

Known dwelling locations:

Lorien: (Home, and Lorien Defense Academy)

Chicago (top floor of the John Hancock building)

Traits:

Technological genius

Rule-breaker

Quotes:

"Don’t be stupid." (from Nine’s Legacy)

(Last words):“You’ve always known I would die for you. That I would die for Lorien.” (from Nine’s Legacy)

Current status: Captured by the Mogs while investigating the “They Walk Among Us” newsletter in Ohio. Brought to the Mog base in West Virginia and tortured to get Nine to talk. One day Nine broke through the force field and killed Sandor at his own request to stop the torture.

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