Like I said, I came here on a ship with a baby girl named Ella, three Cepans, and two chimera. Quite a crowded ship. Most of the time, I was was actually with Crayton on the trip to earth. Saige was the only one who truly knew how to take care of a freaking baby and Daveed was the one who drove the ship. Sometimes, I feel like they were the closest thing to a true family that i've ever had.

Anyways, that ship hosted the memories of the worst two years of my life.

Why you ask? That ship the reason that I have claustrophobia.

Seriously, i'm not kidding.

Those rooms were so cramped with all of us in it, I believed that it would of been better if we had turned back to go to Lorien every five minutes. It also didn't help that I had grown attached to Crayton and Ella. Saige and Daveed knew me well, and to a two-year old, Chimeras can be slightly annoying, so they were how I practiced making friends since I never had friends in the first place. I had to hide my face most of the time on Lorien because of my father's identity.

This secret is a big one, by the way.

I never really knew my father, so I couldn't pick him out of a line up of Loric men, but I at least know his name. To me, it's not a big deal, but for others, it make me a princess in a way. I don't understand the logic of that since i'm like every other Loric now, but it probably would of been a big deal if Lorien wasn't attacked.

My father's name was Pittacus Lore.

I know, I know. That's insane. I didn't believe it when I first heard the name, too. That name is a very big name in Loric history. But all I remember of my father is a face that has blurred so much it looks like a Mog's face if I think about it. And I don't want to think about it.

I was a secret, Saige told me. As an Elder, he didn't have time to take care of a child, but he had one anyway. I was kept away from the world, mainly raised by my mother. I was a nobody. Some of the other Elders (my father's closest friends) and my mother's loyal sister were told about me, and, of course, they are all dead. So if someone told a Loric that Lore, one of the most powerful Elders that ever lived, had a daughter, they would be in shock.

So, technically I am one of the most capable people to save my people.

No pressure there.

And then we got off the ship. As a four-year old, it was refreshing to be able to run around in green grass and feel the elements against my skin after two years. The only problem is that we had to split up with Crayton and now two-year old Ella. It hurt having to leave without them, but I was more scared of moving to a new place and not really knowing what to do. Also getting murdered in the first two seconds on earth is a thought that would scare any little girl.

As soon as we got off the ship and said our goodbyes, Saige, Daveed, and me were offically a self-contained unit without any plan whatsoever. On the ship, they always said they wanted to move to a place known as the United States, and that's what we did.

I didn't cry.

First destination; Santa Fe, New Mexico.

When I think about it, it was kind of tacky that we went to New Mexico. I mean, that's supposedly the alien capitol of America, and their we were. Technically, we were walking-talking tourist attractions were ever we went, but no one labelled us as strange. Just new neighbors originally from New York.

My name there was Colleen Matthews.

I know. Dumb name. It's stupid, but it gave me cover where ever we went, thankfully.

I don't know why we left, but Saige always told me that they hated the heat. I think it's for another reason they don't want to tell me.

I didn't cry.

The next place was Denver, Colorado. It was nice, and the cold felt good.

I got the name Jaelynn Hunter there too.

Colorado was nice. It was fun in the winters to experience snow and I started making friends. Daveed and Saige both had jobs. Life was good for once and I didn't think about my heritage and me being Loric a lot unless Daveed wanted me to talk about it.

My happiness didn't last for long in Denver.

In second grade, there was a boy. I don't remember his name, but he was in my class. One day, the school had a spelling bee, and he started to cry in pain on the stage. When the teacher looked at his ankle, their were two scars with markings I barely saw, but recognized them as Loric.

His father was going to be charged with child abuse, but the man wasn't close to his "son" during the time of the second scar, and the police were so confused that they let him off with a warning.

Daveed took me straight home after that, and Saige told me about the charm on the other Garde children that numbered them and how they got welts on their ankles when one died that night. She suspected that the father was actually a Cepan and the boy was Loric, like I did. It scared me, and that night, I cried for the first time in my life.

I cried for those fallen children.

I cried for the Cepans who have given their lives to protect a child, but see he or she slaughtered like a lamb with themselves.

I cried for the boy whose fate might be to die before he is a man.

And I cried for myself; the princess who might never see her people alive.

The princess whose life is ranked highest for most wanted dead.

Well, ending on that happy note, I hope you liked it! This fan fiction is so much fun to write with the backstory of this character still being written out! But, I promise, the beginning of Jae's journey (hint, hint) is coming up soon. It might be a little boring just reading a back story, but I promise all of this information will come into play in the later chapters. Especially the part about about her being Pittacus Lore's daughter.

Anyways, I hope you stay tuned for more! I might start posting Cupid's Touch (which you should read if you haven't already) and Lorien's Gift on a A-B day schedule, with Lorien's Gift as A. Thanks for reading!

~ thewritingmusician