Description
Number Twelve and I follow the Garde, protecting them, keeping track of them. We thought the worst was over when Five was killed. Twelve and I are Garde, but we are not like them. We do not have the charm that binds them, yet we know when a Garde dies, because another cut is made into a globe of Lorien we have in our Chests. When the globe is cut all the way to the center, we know that the Garde are all dead. As Lorien fell, we were sent here by Pittacus Lore to protect the Garde. We thought we were going to turn the tide when we found the remaining Garde. We revealed ourselves to them, and thought that we could defeat Setrákus Ra and his Mogadorians. But we found that we were outnumbered. The majority of Earth had turned their backs on us, and we were alone. They found Number One in Malaysia. Number Two in England. Number Three in Kenya. And Number Five in Arkansas. They killed them all. I am Number Eleven. I will make sure there is not another dead Garde. Set in the middle of The Fall of Five, but Five is killed before the remaining Garde ever hear of him. I DO NOT OWN THE LORIEN LEGACIES. Symbol on cover belongs to rockstar 556.
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