The Legacy of Eight

''This fanfiction is based on the story of I am Number Four. It is in the point of view of Number Eight''

This story is written by Ravenclaw Eagles14!!!!!

I wake up as the sun is almost high in the sky. I can hear a bird singing and I close my eyes as I listen to the bird sing. Eventually a few more birds going in the harmony. They fly to the branch by my bedroom window and I hear them loud and clearly as I fall back asleep.

I wake back up and the birds are gone. I roll over in my bed and look at my phone. It says in big black letters "8:43 am". I slowly get up and sit on my bed. I roll my neck around and hear my bones crack. I stand and walk to the mirror attached to the closet. My short is hair all matted down in a bunch of different directions. My pajama pants are sagging a little bit from all my tossing and turning last night. I laugh when I notice that I sort of look like those losers at the school by my house. The ones who think that they're cool by letting their boxers show.

I slowly move my eyes to the knife slash on my waist. I was attacked by a Mogadorian a couple days ago. The slash is from the middle of my back to the left and around my hip and half of the way to my belly button. The only thing I can't figure out is how they hurt me. About a year ago I was attacked by a group of Mogadorians. I fought the best that I could but I only had one legacy that didn't help with attacking Mogs. Then finally one Mog grabbed my collar and lifted me so that we were face to face. He took out a small knife and stabbed me in the stomach. Only, I wasn't hurt at all. The Mogadorian who stabbed me all of a sudden had a knife hole in his stomach and was gushing out blood. The rest of the Mogs ran away from me. After they all left I found my Cepan, Ruane, dead on the ground.

I close my eyes at the painful sight and I open my closet and pull out a shirt...