THE ILLUSIVE NUMBER 5
There are 6 of us left.
Our race sent 10 of us to earth, in the hope that one day we will be able to fight off the Mogadorians, and reclaim back our home planet from their hold.
That wasn't going to happen.
They destroyed Lorien, and all who remained on it.
Number 1, 2, and 3 were murdered brutally by the Mogadorians. Due to a protective charm placed on us before we left our home planet, we could only be killed in sequence. It gave us a chance to grow, to adapt, to become stronger, faster.
We hadn't left this war without casualities. Henri, my Capan and protector since birth, was killed by a Mogadorian soldier. If it wasn't for another Lorien, Number Six, I would be dead too. We fought off the aliens sucessfully with the use of our legacies, abilites bestowed upon us by our parents.
They were impressive. Each Lorien had the power of telekenesis, the ability to move things with our minds.
My first Legacy was Lumen, a powerful light that came from my hands. I was also impervious to heat.
Another was animal telepathy. It had saved my life in the battle. But the war isn't over.
Our enemies are relentless. They are coming for us. They are coming for me.
My name is John Smith.
I am Number Four.