Pittacus Lore
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES
Contents
1 Five’s Legacy
2 Return To Paradise
3 Five’s Betrayal
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Pittacus Lore is Lorien’s ruling elder. He has been on Earth for the last twelve years preparing for the war that will decide Earth’s fate. His whereabouts are unknown.
THE LORIEN LEGACIES
BY PITTACUS LORE
I AM NUMBER FOUR
THE POWER OF SIX
THE RISE OF NINE
THE FALL OF FIVE
THE REVENGE OF SEVEN
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 1: SIX’S LEGACY
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 2: NINE’S LEGACY
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 3: THE FALLEN LEGACIES
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 4: THE SEARCH FOR SAM
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 5: THE LAST DAYS OF LORIEN
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 6: THE FORGOTTEN ONES
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 7: FIVE’S LEGACY
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 8: RETURN TO PARADISE
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES 9: FIVE’S BETRAYAL
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES: THE LEGACIES
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES: SECRET HISTORIES
I AM NUMBER FOUR: THE LOST FILES: HIDDEN ENEMY
The events in this book are real.
Names and places have been changed
to protect the Loric,
who remain in hiding.
Other civilizations do exist.
Some of them seek to destroy you.
I AM NUMBER FOUR
The Lost Files
1
‘The Mogs are here!’
My eyes shoot open as I jerk upright, hoping that sentence was just something from a bad dream.
But it’s not.
‘They’re here,’ Rey whispers again as he crosses over the floor of our little shack to where I’m sleeping on top of a pallet of blankets.
I’m off the floor in seconds. Rey’s solar-powered lantern swings in front of my face, and it blinds me. I flinch away and then he turns it off, leaving me in complete darkness. As he pushes me towards the back of our home, all I can make out is a sliver of silver light peeking through the window.
‘Out the back. ’ His voice is full of urgency and fear. ‘I’ll hold them off.
Go, go, go. ’I start grabbing at the air where he’d stood moments before but find nothing. I can’t see anything: my eyes still burn from the lantern.
‘Rey –’
‘No. ’ He cuts me off from somewhere in the dark. ‘If you don’t go now, we’re
There’s a clattering near the front of the shack, followed by the sound of something – or someone – slamming against the front door. Rey lets out a pained cry but the inside of the shack is still nothing but an abyss of black in my eyes. I know there’s a metal bar over the door that’s not going to hold up against much more than a little force. It’s for show more than anything else. If someone
There’s no time to think, only to react. It’s