Wind, hot sand and punishing heat, along with a pounding headache, welcome me to our next
teleporting destination. I try to shield my eyes from the blinding sun as I lie on my back, recovering.
Welcome to New Mexico.
‘Oh, yeah,’ Eight groans, but he sounds satisfied. ‘We made it.’
I smile but stay where I am to give the pain in my head time to lessen before I try to move.
‘Ella?’ I call out.
‘I’m right here, Marina,’ she calls over. ‘Look where we are! New Mexico!’
‘Finally. Can you try communicating with Six again?’
‘I already have. No luck yet.’
I slowly stand up. Eight is on his hands and knees at the bottom of the sand dune, dry heaving. The
teleporting seems to have affected him more severely than it did the last couple of times. Ella has her hand
on the back of his neck. The two Chests sit nearby. I rotate 360 degrees and all I see in every direction is
sand, sand and more sand. And the occasional cactus. ‘Which way should we go?’
Ella and Eight climb up the dune and stand next to me. After a minute, Ella points north and says,
‘Look! Six said something earlier about dying in a desert with mountains.’
Squinting, I see where she’s pointing. The faint outlines of mountains ripple in the afternoon haze.
‘That’s where we’re going, then,’ Eight says. ‘We can cover the distance in short hops once my
teleporting comes back. For now, we walk.’
We pick up the Chests and head north. ‘Ella,’ I say, ‘you need to keep trying Six. If you can’t reach her,
maybe you can try Four, or even try one of the others, Five or Nine.’ We’ve lost so much time just getting
here. Maybe Ella can find something out that will save us some time now.
Nine examines the map he’s brought up on the screen in the middle of the steering wheel. He looks
around at the endless desert surrounding us. The car’s GPS has picked up an underground tunnel nearby;
now we just need to find the entrance. When I press the green triangle on the tablet, it shows we’re only a
mile or two from the ship. I push the blue circle and shout, ‘Nine! They’re here!’
‘Who’s here?’ Nine asks, scanning the horizon. ‘The other three blue dots. They’re here in New
Mexico!’ Nine rips the tablet out of my hands and lets out a loud hoot. ‘Holy shit, bro. This is really all
about to go down.’ He looks at me, his eyes shining.
‘I think this is it. The beginning of the end.’ As much as I’m looking forward to finally getting a chance
to do what we need to do, it’s dawning on me that this is going to be the fight of our lives.
‘This right here, this is when we rise to the occasion,’ Nine says. ‘You will fight harder than you ever
have, Four. You’re going to be a beast. And me? I’m going to rip Setrákus Ra’s head off, wrap it up and
send it back to Mogadore with a giant red bow on it. And then Lorien is going to rise from the ashes.’ His
voice is shaking with emotion, with all the pent-up anger and fight he has been carrying around with him.
Bernie Kosar barks from the backseat and Nine turns around to look at him with a smile. ‘You, too, BK
. You, my friend, are going to kick some major ass.’
I imagine what it will feel like to meet up with all the Garde members, something I haven’t let myself
do for so long. I look out over the horizon. My mind is clear and open to all possibilities. It feels good.
And that’s when I hear a girl’s faint voice echo in my head. It’s soft and broken like a bad radio signal at
first, but it becomes clearer.
Four? Number Four? Can you hear me?
‘Yes, yes! I can hear you!’ I yell out loud, whipping my head back and forth. ‘Who is that? Where are
you?’
Nine looks at me, confused. ‘Um, dude. I hope you can hear me. I’m right here.’
‘Not you. I heard a girl. Did you hear her? A girl was just talking to me.’
Number Four? It’s Number Ten. Can you hear me? This may be hopeless, I don’t know if I’m talking
to anyone. Maybe I’ll never figure this out without Crayton.
‘There it is again,’ I say excitedly. Nine is looking at me like I’ve completely lost my mind. ‘Nine! She
just said something else! Did you hear her? She said she’s Number Ten! I think she’s in my head
somehow.’
‘Number Ten! The baby from the second ship! Well, don’t just sit there staring at me! Talk back to her,
dumbass!’
That’s easy for him to say. She didn’t know if it was working. I’m guessing it’s a new Legacy kicking
in – for both of us! – it takes training to know how to make a Legacy work when, and how, you want it to.
I know I don’t have much time to waste figuring it out. I take a deep breath and block out the noise in my
head and around me, and focus. I try to re-create the feeling I had right before I heard the voice a few
minutes before. I feel calm, open, and somehow . . . connected.
I can hear you, I try saying in my head. Nothing. I wait a moment and try again. Number Ten?
Number Four! You can hear me?
‘She heard me!’ I laugh out loud and look at Nine, victorious.
‘Tell her we’re about to ride into town and save the day,’ Nine says. ‘Tell her we’ll swing by and pick
her up on our way to Lorien, wherever she is.’
Where are you? I hear her ask. I’m with Seven and Eight in the desert, in New Mexico. We’re trying
to find and rescue Number Six.
‘What’s she saying?’ Nine yells. I know it’s making him crazy not being able to hear our conversation,
but I can’t talk to him now. I need to concentrate on hearing Ten’s voice, on responding to her.
What do you mean? Where is Six? We’re in New Mexico too. I’m with Nine and we’re in the desert
looking for an underground base.
I look out at the mountains. ‘We have to find that tunnel, fast,’ I say to Nine.
‘Did she say where they are?’
‘She just said she’s here, in the desert, with Seven and Eight and they’re trying to rescue Six. That must
be who we saw show up on the map earlier. I know I shouldn’t worry – if anyone can take care of herself,
it’s Six. But still – I’m worried.’
‘She’s got to be inside Dulce. Let’s go find her.’ Nine’s fingers speed over the screen. The map
changes color and looks to be scanning the area, finally zooming in on the trunk of a five-pronged cactus
about a quarter mile away from where we are. Below it, I can see the outline of an underground tunnel.
‘Ha! Nice try, you sneaky government bastards. Tell Number Ten to get her butt over here!’
Can you tell me where you are, Ten? We found a tunnel to get inside the base where we think Six is
being held. We’re in a brown car, pulling off on a side road.
After a pause, she says, We can teleport to you. How do I find you?
‘They don’t know how to find us,’ I report to Nine.
‘Maybe we can send up a signal somehow? Damn it! We should have brought that rocket launcher!’ He
hits the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and stares out the window, shaking his head.
‘We don’t need a rocket launcher,’ I realize, jumping out of the car. I aim my palms into the blue sky
and light my Lumen, swaying the beams back and forth.
Look for the beams of light in the sky, I instruct Ten. I don’t hear anything for a minute. I hope we
haven’t lost our connection.
We see them! Ten finally says.
‘They’re on their way,’ I yell into the car, keeping my Lumen in the air. I want to give them as much
time as possible to see exactly where we are. ‘We just need to sit tight.’
‘I’ll try,’ Nine says, studying the screen on the steering wheel again, but already starting to twitch.
‘Man, I can’t believe we found them!’
I finally turn off my Lumen and climb back in the car. I almost can’t believe this moment has come, that
we’re about to fulfill the destiny the Elders laid out for us. We’re coming together to defeat the
Mogadorians and resurrect Lorien from its hibernation.
Suddenly, we hear the unmistakable noise of a helicopter.
‘Um, Johnny?’ Nine says. ‘They’re not getting here by helicopter by any chance, are they?’
‘Shit,’ I say. Bernie Kosar jumps into my lap, putting his front paws on the door to look out the
window. The three of us watch several helicopters climb into the sky from the hazy horizon. The cluster
of choppers moves together and stops to hover directly above us. I use my mind to focus on the one out
front and send it spiraling off back where it came from. Then I bring it down, hard enough that it won’t go
up again anytime soon.
‘It must be the Feds. They’re getting on my nerves almost as much as the Mogadorians. They must have
been looking for us and saw your lights!’ Nine yells. The gun turret in the hood of the car pops up. Nine
aims, then shoots warning shots to the right of the remaining choppers, then the left. As soon as he stops
shooting they lower down, hovering just above us. I’m about to get rid of another one with my telekinesis
when Nine lets out a yelp.
‘Check out the road,’ he says. I look to my left and see an enormous dust cloud rising from a long line
of black vehicles. Bernie Kosar barks and scratches at the door. I open it and he changes into an enormous
hawk and ascends into the sky. I run around to the trunk of our car and open it with a pound of my fist. I
unzip one of the duffels and pull out four automatic rifles, dropping two next to Nine’s door. Gunshots are
already firing from the faraway vehicles, and I scramble on top of the car and take aim while Nine
continues to unleash a barrage at the incoming helicopters. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bernie Kosar
swoop into the side of a helicopter. He’s got one of the pilots with his talons. He yanks and pulls at him,
using his powerful beak to rip out the safety belt holding him in the seat. When the pilot is free BK drops
him onto the sand below. His helicopter falls and bursts into flames on impact. The caravan of black cars
swerves around the wreckage and I hold down the triggers of my two guns, taking out the front tires of the
first two cars. It doesn’t stop the convoy, but at least it slows them down.
The remaining helicopters spread apart in the sky and come at us from different angles. Pockets of sand
explode all around us. One helicopter flies directly overhead, and I roll out of the way of its line of fire.
I struggle to clear my mind. It isn’t easy, but I’m getting the hang of what it takes for me to go inside my
head to communicate. I take a few deep breaths and quiet my mind. Number Ten? Where are you? We’re
under attack.
We can hear it, she says. We’re coming . Her thoughts are calm, with an edge of worry. It feels good
just to hear it, though, to know others are on their way.
I shift around and see two black helicopters bank left and head in the opposite direction, firing missile
after missile at a new target. That has to be them! I can only redirect three of the rockets, but someone else
deflects the rest.
‘Ten and the rest are almost here!’ I yell down to Nine through the driver’s window. Next thing I know
the gun turret on the front hood has exploded, sending hot metal flying over my head. I roll off the roof of
the car just as it’s split in half by a new hail of bullets.
Nine jumps out of the car and grabs the two rifles I set in the sand by his door. ‘Looks like we’ve got a
real fight on our hands. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.’
The helicopters circle back and line up over the faraway vehicles, forming a united front. Nine lifts his
palm and the lead black truck is suddenly ripped straight up in the air like a shuttle rocketing into outer
space. Nine flips his hand and the car falls back down again. We can hear the men screaming from where
we are. The car comes to a stop right before it hits the ground, then smashes down hard. We watch the
men scramble out on shaky legs and look for somewhere to run. At the sound of the impact, Bernie Kosar,
still in the form of a hawk, dives and lands behind the twisted car on the road, and transforms into a beast.
The trailing vehicles swerve into the desert to avoid him, some spinning completely around. Bernie Kosar
roars.
Nine ducks into the backseat of the car and throws our Chests into the sand. Opening his, he pulls out
the string of green stones and the silver staff, and as he jogs backwards towards the chaos, he yells, ‘You
wait for the others. BK and I will be right back!’
I shout back, ‘Don’t look like you’re having too much fun! And make sure you don’t blow up the
entrance to the military base!’ A helicopter swings in from my right, and just as I yank on its nose with my
mind, something rips into my left leg. I fall headfirst into the sand, blinded by pain. It feels all too familiar
and I roll on the ground screaming at the top of my lungs. I know what this means. A scar is searing itself
into my leg. Another member of the Garde is dead.
Everything stops. The thought of another one of us dying sweeps through my body and I’m paralyzed by
grief so deep it feels like I’m sinking into the sand. There is one less soldier to reclaim Lorien, one less
soldier to fight to save Earth and every living thing on it. Two missiles slam into our car, blowing it to
bits. Gunfire rains down on me and just in time my bracelet expands into a shield. I take some solace in the
fact that my Inheritance is in tune with the dangers that face me – although I don’t know why it didn’t
protect me from the first onslaught of gunfire. The bullets are hitting close and constant. When I finally
manage to examine the new scar wrapped around my ankle, I’m shocked to see two gaping bullet wounds
instead. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so happy to be wounded and bleeding. I’m so relieved that it’s
not another scar that I don’t even care that my hands are covered in blood. As I apply pressure to stop the
bleeding, the desert goes strangely silent. My bracelet retracts.
I manage to flip myself over and look up. Standing over me are three teenagers. The boy is tall and tan
with curly black hair, and the two girls hold Loric Chests. I recognize the boy immediately from my
visions. He nods and smiles, saying, ‘Nice to see you again, Number Four. I’m Eight.’ Before I can
respond, he disappears.
One of the girls is short with auburn hair and tiny features. She looks no older than twelve, and I know
this must be Number Ten, the Garde from the second ship. She drops the Chest and kneels by my side. The
other Garde, a tall girl with shoulder-length brown hair, sets her Chest down and, without saying a word,
kneels beside me as well and lays both her hands on my wounds. An iciness rushes over me and my body
convulses on the desert floor. Just when I think I am about to pass out from the pain, it’s gone. I look at my
ankle and see my wounds are completely healed. It’s amazing. The girl stands, offers me her hand, and
pulls me to my feet.
‘That’s one hell of a Legacy you’ve got there,’ I manage to say.
‘John Smith.’ She’s staring at me and looks kind of starstruck. ‘After all this time, I can’t believe
you’re standing here in front of me.’
I’m about to respond, but over her shoulder I catch sight of a missile screaming towards us. I shove the
girls to the ground, falling on top of them, and a dune behind us erupts like a volcano, sending a sand
cloud high over our heads. When it dissipates Eight reappears next to us.
‘Everything good here? Everyone ready to fight?’ he says.
‘Yeah, we’re good,’ the taller girl says, nodding towards my leg. Ten had said she was with Seven and
Eight, so this must be Number Seven. Before I can introduce myself properly, Eight disappears for the
second time.
‘He can teleport,’ says Number Ten, smiling at my look of wonder. I can hardly believe that so many of
us are finally together. I smile back at her.
In the distance, I can see Eight again, fighting alongside Nine and Bernie Kosar. They wreak havoc on
each approaching vehicle; flipping and disabling heavy military equipment like cheap plastic toys. Nine’s
glowing red staff slices open the underside of a low-flying helicopter. Eight teleports next to a black
Humvee and flips it over with his hands. Two helicopters swing low and collide into a fireball.
A new sense of urgency comes over me to get to Six as fast as I can. ‘So I’m guessing you’re Seven and
Ten; what can you do?’ I say as I find our rifles in the sand and hand them each a gun.
‘You can call me Marina,’ the girl with the brown hair says. ‘And I can breathe under water and see in
the dark and heal the wounded. And I have telekinesis.’
Call me Ella, I hear Ten’s voice say in my head. Aside from my telepathy, I can change ages.
‘Awesome. I’m Four, that nut job with the long black hair is Nine, and the beast is my Chimæra, Bernie
Kosar.’
‘You have a Chimæra?’ Ella asks.
‘I don’t know what I’d do without him,’ I say. What’s left of the brigade finally separates, and a dozen
vehicles bounce off the road and race towards the three of us. A small plume of smoke escapes from the
top of one of the vehicles, and I turn the rocket it just fired around with my mind, slamming it into a sand
dune. The other trucks and SUV s keep speeding ahead.
I start picking up pieces from Nine’s destroyed car and whipping them towards the oncoming brigade. I
launch tires, doors, even a mangled seat at them. Marina does the same, and we’re able to stop three or
four vehicles from advancing. Still, there are a half dozen or more to deal with.
Suddenly Eight, Nine and BK pop up in front of us. Eight lets go of Nine’s hand and reaches forward to
shake mine. ‘Number Four.’
‘You have no idea how happy we are that you guys are here,’ I say.
Nine shakes Ten’s and Seven’s hands, and says, ‘Hello, ladies. I’m Number Nine.’
‘Hi,’ Ten says. ‘You can call me Ella.’
‘I’m Number Seven, but I go by Marina,’ she offers.
I wish there was time to talk to these people I’ve waited so long to find, to hear their stories, to know
where they’ve been hiding, to know their Legacies, and what’s in their Chests. But there are more
helicopters on the way.
‘We can’t stay here and defend this same piece of desert forever,’ I say. ‘We have to get to Six!’
‘Let’s take out these bad boys,’ Nine says, pointing to the oncoming cloud. ‘And then we can find Six
and get on with it.’
We all turn to watch the approach. Several new helicopters now dot the sky. I look over at my fellow
Garde, and each one looks ready to fight. We’ve never had so many of us together. Never before have
things looked so possible. After all this, we’re never splitting up again.
‘They’ll just keep coming,’ I say. ‘We should just go get Six.’
‘Okay, Johnny. The tunnel is that way,’ Nine says, pointing behind us. ‘I’ll take up the rear and deal
with anything that needs handling. You know, snap a few necks, shake things up a bit.’
Those of us with Chests pick them up. I take the lead, heading in the direction Nine pointed. I scan for
traps and move everyone towards the five-pronged cactus. Seven and Eight are on my heels, with Ten
close behind them. There is a steady stream of gunfire behind us as Nine does his thing. He sounds like
he’s having a party with himself back there, hooting and hollering. Only he would consider this fun.
We pick up the pace and don’t stop running until we get to the cactus. Nine gleefully fires shot after
shot while Eight and I try to deal with the prickly plant, the only thing that stands between us and where
Six is being held. The map showed that the tunnel is right where the cactus stands. Finally, we manage to
blow it to pieces using our telekinesis. Beneath it is a thick brown door with a metal handle in the middle
of it. As I stand there looking at the entrance to the tunnel, the other Garde by my side, I remember what
Nine said earlier: ‘I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.’ We’ve all been waiting for this – waiting for
the moment when we’d find each other, when the nine of us would rise up and defend the legacy of Lorien
against the Mogadorians. As it turned out, all nine of us didn’t make it, but I know that the six of us who
are left, as well as the addition of Number Ten, will do whatever it takes to survive what’s to come.
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