I used to dream of castles, dragons, and adventure when I was small. Saige used to read me fairy tales and loved Disney movies. 

 Who wouldn't?

 I mean, I do live in a fairy tale. I have so called "magic". Sometimes, I might even say i'm a sorceress. 

 I'm a slightly picture-perfect princess. 

 I'm something that the Brothers Grimm probably could of wrote. 

 The only thing that separates me from one of those tall tales or princesses is my knight in shining armor. Or lack of one. 

 I have to be my own saver. If i'm in distress, I have to save my own butt, not that heart-breaker on a white stallion. 

I'm done with snotty and pratty princes. I want a companion to fight evil with. 

 At my school in Colorado (that's not hard to think about at all), all of the boys were total idiots. I knew if I had run into another Loric dude or girl, I would of known immediately. I just know that they would of been flying under the radar and being careful with everything they do. 

 Any of the new kids always tried to get out there by electives, sports, or just anything. No one in high school wants to be hidden unless they are me. 

 I didn't mean to get popular. I just wanted a small friend group and something to do. Then I got into photography. 

 And basketball. 

 And soccer. 

 And music. 

 And then my plan went haywire. I ended up getting really good (too good) at those things, and got awards for them too. My friend group got larger and larger, and I felt overwhelmed at times. My good friends were always there for me, but I liked my time alone. I liked to read. Listen to music.

 Sometimes, that was nice. Being away from humans and the world. Having some peace and quiet was a hard thing to find in my house. Especially with Daveed being himself. 

So I drive down the backroads. 

Drive down through the streets and areas that i've never seen. Around eight a.m, I stop for food at a gas station. I run into some trouble from some truckers there, but I slip out with three breakfast tacos and water.

 I keep driving down until noon. 

 That's when I stop and take a catnap in an abandoned parking lot. And then wonder what's happening in Colorado. 

 I can't tell the future yet, but I feel like something would happen. What would people do if all of a sudden a teenaged girl just ran off? 

 Search parties? News? I don't know. What I do know is that someone will be searching for me. If i'm gone long enough, I don't know. Cops might be waiting for me, looking at the traffic cameras on major roads, so I avoid them. 

 I don't want to get caught, so i'm not going to get caught. 

 If you want something bad and you work hard for it, you probably will get it. And I know that this is a bad thing, and bad things might happen, but I need this.

 I want to be able to see my people. I want to see things. So I keep driving. Driving, driving, driving. All I do is drive. 

 Colorado held nothing for me. It never felt like home. 

 So i'm trying to find my castle here on the open road. 

 I head up near Ohio and stop at the local truck stop. It's around four in the afternoon, and i'm just sitting their in a seat. I have my guitar with me and I play acouple songs like a civilized person. I get free food. It was good. I actually felt free. 

 I mean, life probably couldn't get much better than this. 

 Jason and Piper get food from the others too. They all seem to be happy with me. Other than some annoying, catcalling truckers. Sure, i'm a normal dirty blonde and blue eyed freak, but it still feels weird having people whistle. At around five-thirty, some guy rubs up against me and i've had enough. 

 "Okay. I'm done. I'm not some stupid toy for you people to play with. Stop it." 

 The men laugh and whistle more. 

 "You're such a pretty tutz. Maybe come to my truck and I can give you a lift." 

 "Come on over here, pud-din'." 

 "I'm not what you think I am." I yell. 

 "Boys, leave the poor girl alone." One of the waitresses shouts from the barcounter. 

 The door opens with a loud bell, and a man and a boy walk in quietly and hurriedly.

 But the men still keep on going. 

 "Come on, sugar. Come with me." 

 "How are you doing today? Maybe I can make it better."

 Certainly, they have never seen a girl before. 

 "Will you people shut up? I don't want to do something i'll regret right now."

 The boy sits down and stares at me and these truckers. Who I think is his father walks off. 

 I realize the only thing I can do. I pull out one of my knives. 

 One of them screams and they panic. The waitress laughs. 

 "If you do anything else, this is going towards your throats." 

 By this time, the boy has his eyes wide at me. Something feels like I know him from somewhere. So as the truckers wind down, I try to read his mind. 

 Yes, Ximic allows me to read minds. 

 I search and search and deep down, I see something I didn't expect. 

 I saw Loric thoughts. I saw Legacies. I saw Cepans. 

 He was Loric. And I see the number four. 

Hey! I know this chapter might be a bit messy and i'm sorry. I know not a bunch of people read this, but this is fun to write, and if you don't like it, don't be hateful. Plus, I just got Generation One (the new Lorien Legacies book) and i'm excited read it! If you all want a review, I can give that as a author's note in later chapters! Have you all read the new book? Anyways, thank you for reading! 

~thewritingmusician