Number Five

In the beginning there were nine of us. We left when we were almost too young to remember. Almost. I am told the ground shook, that the skies were full of lights and explosions. We were in that period of the year when both moons hang on opposite sides of the horizon. It took a year to get here. I was five when we arrived. We were to assimilate ourselves into the culture before returning to Lorien when it could again sustain life. The nine of us had to scatter go our own ways. For how long, nobody knew. We still don't. None of them know where I am, and I don't know where they are or what they look like. This is how we protect ourselves because of the charm that was placed upon us when we left, a charm guaranteeing we can only be killed in the order of our numbers, so long as we stay apart. When one of us is found and killed a circular scar wraps around the right ankle of those still alive. The scars were another part of the charm. A warning system so that we know when they'll be coming for us next. The first scar came at age nine. The second age twelve. And the third fourteen. I am only fifteen now. In the beginning we were a group of nine. Three are gone, dead. There are six of us left. They are hunting us, and they wont stop until they've killed us all.

I am Number Five. And they will soon be coming for me. For a year now I have heard and sometimes saw evidence of Number Four. He's not very good at staying hidden. My goal is to find him. It will be difficult. He's most likely already moved. After all he did make a great impression in Ohio. The Mogadorians had found him and he was lucky to escape. Although I am relieved he is still alive, not only because that means I'm not next, but because we still have a chance if the six of us can get together. We can beat the Mogadorians.
"Lets go Hannah" That was my keeper. Her name is Emily. She keeps that name most of the time. My name for the next few minutes is Hannah, but not for long. We were moving to Alabama, the complete opposite of Montana where we are leaving now.
"Coming" I said, tossing the rest of my un-needed belongings in the house.
"Blow it up," Emily told me.
"What?"
"Legacies practice. Blow it up" My main legacy was controlling fire. Of course I also had the common Telekinesis. Soon I had made the entire house catch fire as Emily and I drove off towards our new destination.
"So who are you now?"
"I was thinking maybe an Alice, you know like Alice in Wonderland"
"Alice. Good its plain"
"Yep so now i am going to be Alice Jones. Very common."
"Good girl"
Soon, after a lot of non stop driving we had made it to Alabama and I had colored my hair black instead of blonde like it use to be, while Emily colored her hair a light brown. We set up our security precautions and soon retired to bed. I wasn't going to school. I had no need, unlike a certain Number Four. He gets too close to the humans. But hopefully I'll find him and the others.