I run to the park in tears and sit on the swings. My entire body is racked with sobs because I know she's right. I'm now full of guilt, if I blow my cover now, that's one less for our cause. I sit with my head in my hands for the longest time as the sun sinks lower and lower over the horizon. Eventually, I raise my head up and its dusk.
The park feels eerie and even scary. Sharp shadows are growing around me and there is a hot breeze that swings the set in a freaky manner. My heart begins to beat faster and I shiver a bit. I let my intuition take over and listen for any approaching people. There's nothing but the crickets and the occasional warm breeze in the surrounding bushes.
I dig my sneakers into the ground and draw my symbol in the dirt. I hold my pendant in my hands and give it a kiss. If I am supposed to grow into another elder's role, give me some sign you're watching over me. I whisper something in a tongue I've never spoken before. My hand grows warm suddenly and I drop my pendant; it seems to be glowing a bit. It flickers in and out, almost like static on a radio or even a heartbeat. This must be the sign. I think. The light continues to get brighter and the beam becomes more fixed. I speak again in the language and the pendant again flickers, almost copying my voice.
Is it some kind way to contact the others? I speak in English and the pendant does not flicker. Does it only understand Loric? I speak in the tongue and the pendent sputters at the sound of my voice. I ask who my Elder is... the pendent copies my voice. I wait for a response. Nothing happens. I assume I might have activated something with my Loric ability and suddenly a soft voice responds. The pendant shimmers on its own as the voice replies. I don't understand it but I get excited. I ask it in English and the glow stops and my pendant lies limply around my neck.
I'm frustrated and excited; I have to tell Annie what happened. I'm sure my Elder just spoke to me. Maybe they aren't dead after all but living...waiting for us to make contact. I jump off the swing and run for the building. I take the steps two at a time and reach the landing. I freeze and look at the door. There are three huge cannon blasts in the frame!
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I am number Ten
FanfictionMeet Number Ten. She would prefer you to call her Christina. She is one of the last surviving Garde from Lorien. She, like the other Garde are living anonymously but she is different. She'd not like the others, she is special but in what way?
