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Fic:When The Stars Shine
Chapter:1/7
Fandom:Lorien Legacies
Rating:PG-13
Warnings:Swearing, Movieverse & Bookverse, past-tense( at least for a little while)
Summary:Number Six had a sister, Number Seven, and she learned that sometimes destinies intertwine
Author's Note:Sorry about any grammar, spelling, etc. mistakes! Hope you like!
It was normal I suppose, well I mean normal for her. She had already gotten use to that: running; running away from them so they could live. Running from her fears and running from her, although she would never admit the last part. She had gotten use to burning away identities and everything with it. And she was so tired of running away from everything and sometimes all she wanted to do was stop running and cry into her hands until she couldn't breathe and every tortured tear had fell. But she never could just settle down if she valued her life, which she didn't really, but her sister did. Yes, her sister was her standing ground in this whole shaken world. Her sister was the hope she needed when all was lost. She needed her sister because without her she would probably just lay down and let the bitterness consume her until all that was left was a smear of scattered dust in the unlit sky.
Her sister understood her and knew what she was going through because she was going through it as well. They strained to prove that their keeper hadn't died in vain; they strained to prove themselves. With their legacies consuming them and the enemy trailing behind them it was hard to find sanity in such a fogged up mind.
She leaned against a tree that trembled from the wind and waited. All she could do was stand and wait. Minutes went by and she sighed before running a hand through her disheveled dark blonde hair. It shouldn't be taking this long and she knew that, but she also understood that if anything was happening to her sister she would feel it as clear as day. She kicked the sand and watched as it slowly swirled in the air as if it was dancing with it. The sand floated to the side before dropping down. She tried to think of a reason as to why her sister was taking so long. It had been a good fifteen minutes since she had told her to wait there for a good purpose. She paced a bit, dragging her feet in the sand and watching it float to the sky. When that didn't seem to help she leaned against the tree once more and hit the back of her head against the tree. She was sure that her actions affected the tree more than her. She picked at the loose strands of her frayed shorts. Once she decided that resorting to pulling at her shorts wasn't going to solve any problems she slumped down on the grass and crossed her legs over each other before resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand.
One minute the scene was as it should be: calm, breezy, undisturbed, and intact. Then she blinked and the scene changed. A dangerous orange glow swirled around the once cabin and devoured it. She saw a faired hair girl walk through the flames unharmed. Way to keep a low profile. The blonde haired girl walked up to her sibling and took off her sunglasses.
"Mission accomplished." She stated with a wry smile.
Her sister laughed, glad that at least her sister can make this whole thing a little more bearable.
"Come on we have to leave." Number Six said managing to keep some form of happiness in her voice when really the situation called for none of it.
She got up and dusted off the grass on her jeans before trailing behind her sister.
The sisters looked similar. Number Six, as she is called, had a long face and round features. Her eyes were icy blue and her hair is disheveled, blonde, and messy. Her younger sister, Number Seven had the similar round features, a rounder nose those. Her eyes were a piercing blue as well, but they were tinged with something that is distinct. Her hair falls in dark blonde waves, slightly darker than her older sister's.
Number Seven slipped on the back of her older sister's motorcycle, since she wasn't allowed to drive (yet). She wrapped her arms around her sister's waist and held on through the ride. She loved being on a motorcycle, even if it just was the back. She loved the wind whipping through her face and the adrenaline rush that she got whenever her sister would make a (very) sharp turn. Her older sister would laugh when she would do that and her younger sister's grip would tighten on her waist.
They came to an abrupt stop and she slipped off of the motorcycle. They came to a small grassy clearing and she smiled. Her older sister sat on the grass and unfolded her laptop checking on anymore interesting news about 'John Smith' or Number Four as she recalled it and that particular thought made her eyes lose sight without actually closing her eyes.
"What does that mean?" The innocent ten year old asked.
"It means that you and your older sister have a purpose." Her and her sister's keeper answered.
"What's mine?"
"In time you will figure out, but remember you are only one side of the coin and you can't complete your purpose without the other side." She answered with a smile.
"Okay?" She answered because none of what her wise keeper had just said made any sense to her.
She jolted out of the memory and rubbed the corner of her head that ached. Her sister sat nestled in the grass several feet away. She wondered why she had remembered that at such an irrelevant time.
She decided to just pick at the grass.