Amelia Waltraud (16)- D5F

The night is still dark and chilly, and I shiver as I listen to the girl from one hurl insults at me from the ground. We can't see each other, but I can hear her every now and then yelling up at me as if to make sure I know she's there. The boy's pained groans reach my ears as well. I might have delivered a death sentence to him. I don't see how anyone could survive a fall from this height, but he has clung to his life for hours now as his ally nurses him.

I didn't even have time to think before I pushed him. I was having the strangest dream, one of a horrible demon sitting over me and trying to choke me. It was the most terrifying dream I ever had, but when I awoke, there was a Career standing over me instead. I had pushed him without a second thought. I sat here shaking for hours afterward, afraid that the girl from One would come up here to enact her revenge, but perhaps she was too afraid to after what I did to him. Now dark has fallen again, and I'm too afraid to go back to sleep. One of the Careers is scary enough, but I couldn't bare to have that demon return to my dreams. I'm too scared to sleep, so I stay huddled on my ledge, listening to the wind whistle through my ears and the moans of pain from the man I might have killed.

I glance up at the mountain above me. I've pushed away any notions of climbing farther up the mountainside, but I've been feeling strange ever since my dream last night, almost like a feeling of invincibility. I haven't eaten any of my jerky all day, not even feeling hunger. I haven't had water in nearly three days, yet I can't feel a thing. Perhaps I'm becoming delusional, but I try not to think that way/

In the light of the moon, I can see the rockface rising above me. It's better than going down to where my pursuers are. Maybe they won't even notice that I'm climbing higher. I consider getting out my flashlight and planning a course on the mountain, but that would alert the Careers to my plan. I didn't climb this far with any light, and I don't need it this time either. The darkness will help shield me from the eyes of the Careers.

I swing my backpack onto my back, staring up the mountain with determination. I've made it this far. For Caleb, for Elanor, for my mother. I have to survive by any means possible. My life isn't just my own anymore; Caleb died for me, and I have to honor his sacrifice.

I reach a hand up to grab the rock, pulling myself up. I try not to make a sound, even though I know any small noises won't reach the Career's ears. I can't be too careful. My feet find purchase on the rock, and my ascent has begun.

I continue to pull myself up, not thinking about how far I would drop if I were to fall, or even how far I have left to go. I have all night left to climb as far as I'm concerned. I don't even feel any burning in my muscles like I did the first time I climbed up. The blackness of the night swims in front of me, so much that I can barely see each hand that I reach up to climb with. I have sudden deja-vu of hiding in the dark, menacing water in the cave. My stomach twists unpleasantly, but I keep climbing. Did the water do something to me?

The rock underneath my foot suddenly drops out from underneath me, and all the air is knocked out of me as I dangle in the air for a few moments. I haul myself back up, breathing hard as I hear the rock tumble down the mountain, making quite a ruckus as it goes. I don't hear anything else, so I continue climbing with renewed fervor.

I climb for what feels like an eternity before I reach an actual level place to rest. I pull myself up gratefully, laying my face on the ground. I don't even care that I'm breathing in dust. I reach out to see how large my ledge is, but I can't feel the rockface anywhere. I shakily stand and realize I'm not on the side of the mountain anymore. I'm some sort of path on the mountain itself. I smile to myself in triumph. Now I just need to find somewhere to lay low for the rest of the night.

Tiger Emerald (18)- D1M

I do circles around the Cornucopia in the dark, dragging my axe in the sand like a madman. I've already dried my jacket so that it's not sopping wet, but it's still a little damp and it makes me shiver in the cold of the night. I don't know where Tiffany and Hadrian are, but I don't really care. No cannons have gone off since Willow died on the beach, so they're still alive somewhere. Wherever they are, it doesn't seem like they care at all about meeting back up. They might still be at the cliff waiting for that Six girl, but I don't care enough to go look. Leaving thee Cornucopia unguarded for too long isn't a good idea.

As I pace, I growl to myself, hoping the cameras pick it up. I switch my axe over to my other hand, gripping it tightly. After the traitor from Four and her little consort killed Willow, I had tried tracking them, but lost them in a matter of minutes. The night was too dark, and the water too loud. I watched a hovercraft come to left away Willow's body, her blonde hair wet and covering her face. I never cared much for her, but she was a member of our pack nonetheless. Now there are only three of us, within just three days. And it truly is all because of the traitor girl Nikki. I can't wait to wrap my hands around her perfect throat and squeeze the life out of her.

The air is getting colder, and starts to whip around my head. In a fury, I swing my axe over my head and bring it down onto the dusty earth. I pull it out of the ground harshly, breathing heavily as I imagine someone's neck where the imprint of the blade is. These Games are surely exciting for the viewers, but my failure to kill anyone since the bloodbath is starting to weigh on me. The Capitol's bloodthirst is starting to wear off on me. The last time I felt like this, I had Rufina to comfort me, but now she is dead, killed by the same people that killed Willow.

My chances of winning aren't sure until that Nikki is dead.

There's a whistling sound in my ears. I blink slowly at the rising sun above me, it's light barely illuminating the land. I can see particles of dust whipping around me, the wind suddenly so strong it almost knocks me over. The sand enters my mouth as I inhale, making me cough and cover my mouth with my hand. Could the Gamemakers be messing with me?

The wind starts howling again. Just to be safe, I grip my axe tightly and head inside the Cornucopia, finding a place to watch the golden sand erupt violently outside the entrance. I guess the audience is getting a little bored already, and they need some fun with the arena to keep them entertained. Well, I may be willing to fight to the death, but dying in some stupid Gamemaker trick isn't apart of the plan.

Filly Marcoffe (18)- D10F

My breakfast consists of a few bites of my jerky, and some grapes. I find that my limbs aren't as easy to move now, my head feeling foggy and slow. I know its because I haven't had anything to drink in days, and even though the grapes have enough moisture in them to keep me going, I'll need to get some water from the river eventually. The thought makes my stomach twist with fear, almost feeling nauseous when I remember the spear that pierced right through Denver's stomach at the bloodbath. There had been so much blood, his guts spilling out after the girl from Two had retrieved her spear from her body.

I shudder. Try not to think about it, I tell myself as I gather my items into my backpack. Today is a good a day as any to make the trek down to the river. With no bottles or anyway to take it with me, I'll need to stay there for who knows how long. After all my time here in this cabin, I find it hard to leave. I sigh as I look around it, its wooden walls practically caving in, but providing shelter for me nonetheless.

My eyes fall on something peeking out from underneath the bed. I never noticed it before, instead preferring to spend my time on the bed, staring listlessly at the ceiling or out the door, over the desert's wide plain. I pick up the object and wipe off the sand, surprised to see it's a book. It looks like it's been here as the bed has, the cover worn and faded. Some of the pages are falling out, and threaten to slide from the book until I push them back in. I open it carefully, wondering why the Gamemakers would leave this here for someone.

The first page is so faded I can't read much of it, but the next page jumps right into what appears to be some kind of journal. "This place is a paradise." It reads. "With enough water for everyone and space to grow our own food, we'll be able to stay here all our lives." It continues in a similar way for several pages, and I find myself engrossed in it. Whoever supposedly wrote this used to live in this shack, and wrote about their day-to-day activities in great detail.

Eventually, I close the book and stuff it into my backpack. It will give me something to do, at least. It's then that I realize the wind has picked up around the walls of the shack. I can hear it whistling and hitting the walls with such force I'm afraid it will be knocked over. Outside the doorway, the sand is whipping around in the air, and I'm afraid to go outside lest I get swept away. I sit on the bed as the thunder starts, loud, booming thunder that shakes me to my core.

There's nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is stay here and hope the winds stop before I die from dehydration.

Then I hear the rain start to patter on the tin roof of the shack.

Tomas Fields (15)- D11M

I was watching the pair of allies that I ran into last night when it began. I had followed them down to the mouth of the river, where it spills out over the cliff and into the ocean, but it was too dark for me to climb down after them, and so I had decided to find somewhere to lay low for the rest of the night. Across the river, there was a large cluster of boulders that I had slept in, sheltered from other tributes. The next morning, I had risen early enough so that I could climb down to the beach while they were still asleep. They slept curled up by the cliff, the boy sitting up like he was supposed to be keeping watch, but had fallen asleep.

I don't want to alarm them, so I decide to wait until they wake up to approach them. The girl had said last night that they wouldn't help anyone they came across, but I remember the boy from training. He had protected some of the younger tributes from the Careers' bullying, and once the girl sees that I was Drew's ally, surely she will let me in the alliance.

The storm comes on suddenly and rapidly. One minute, I'm sitting by the waterfall and the air is still and humid, the next, it's alive with sand and rain and saltwater.

I try to find something to grab onto, but the beach is void of any rocks or anything solid. The wind rolls me over into the waterfall behind me, and I feel my mouth fill with water. I gasp and try to find my way out, but between the water and the dizzying wind, I can't figure out which way is up and which is down. I feel like my body is being pushed somewhere, and before I know it, I'm floating in the deep endless of the ocean, saltwater filling my mouth. The water isn't as wild here, and I can see the promising sunlight shimmering through the water.

I desperately start swimming up to the surface, trying to remember Drew's swimming tips. My head breaks through the water and I gasp for air, my limbs splashing around as the storm whips around me. Lightning hits the beach, which luckily isn't too far away. I'm almost pulled under again by the current, and I have to struggle to keep my head above water. I start to swim toward the beach, but it feels like the ocean is pulling me further away with every violent wave.

I accidentally gulp in a huge mouthful of water as the ocean pulls me under again. I manage to come back to the surface for some air, then go back and start swimming with all my might in the direction of the beach. The only time I've ever swam was in the pool at the training center, but I try to put everything I learned that day to use. The water keeps trying to pull me backwards, but I won't go. I know the Gamemakers probably don't want me to win, not with my attitude toward the Games bordering on rebellious. But I'm not dying, not yet at least.

It takes several minutes and several times of feeling like I'm going to drown, but I eventually make it to shore. I grab a handful of wet sand and pull myself onto the land, coughing and spluttering up water. I crawl as far up as I can, trying to be blown away again by the wind. I make it all the way up to the cliff and stay there, curling into a ball and burying my face in my knees. I breathe out deeply, shivering as the wind whistles past me and the rain continues to soak my clothes. At least I made it out of the water, even if I end up dying of hypothermia.

Sebastian "Seb" Cassara (18)- D7M

The storm is unlike any other I've been through, though we don't get a lot of them in Seven. The rain drenches us in seconds, and we're forced to huddle into balls on the ground to avoid being tossed down the mountainside. Tag tries to hold his empty canteen of water up where he can catch some drinking water, but I yell at him to put it away. If that blows away, then we won't have anything to drink out of.

The day, once so sunny and bright has transformed completely into a dark, swirling vortex of air and water.

"Grab onto something!" I shout over the thunder and pressure of the rain. My hand grabs a stone jutting out of the ground as the wind starts to blow dangerously quickly, almost causing me to tumble down the mountain. Once the wind is going full speed, I can't tell which way is up, down, or where Tag is. One wrong move could land me at the bottom of the mountain or even smash my body into another boulder. Debris of trees, grass, and even small rocks are flying around me, a few of them hitting my body and smacking me painfully.

A large log comes out of nowhere and almost knocks into me, and I have to duck down farther to avoid it. My hands let go of the rock in my panic, and I'm suddenly blown away into the wind. My scream is lost to the air, my back hitting a hard surface and knocking the wind out of me. I lay motionless for a few moments, gasping for air. My mouth fills with dust and my hands start to scrabble for purchase on the ground. I notice a large tree next to me, and I roll over and try to crawl over to it. I grab the trunk and hold on. Even the tree itself is waving in the violent wind, but it holds steady to the ground.

"Tag!" I yell, hoping against hope that he would answer. But I can hear nothing except the blowing of the wind, the distant rumbles of thunder. "Tag, where are you?" If Tag dies in this thunderstorm, I will never forgive myself. Not him, right after losing Sock…

I can hear the rumble of thunder, much louder this time, and then lightning cracks almost immediately beside my tree. It's so blindingly white that my vision leaves me for a second, and I let go of the tree to crawl away as quickly as possible. As I flee, the tree is illuminated with light, sizzling and crackling loudly before the world goes dark again.

…

"Seb! Seb, wake up! Are you okay?"

My head is throbbing painfully, my clothes soaked. I can hear someone's voice swimming in my subconscious. For a moment, I wonder if it is Alexis, waking me up for another shift in the forest. But then my eyes fly open and I'm painfully reminded of where I am.

"Tag?" I ask groggily. The sky above me is perfectly innocent again, blue and cloudless with not so much as a breeze. The humidity hangs heavily in the air.

"Seb, you're awake!"

I sit up slowly, feeling Tag place a hand on my back to help me.

"How long has it been?" I ask, rubbing at my forehead.

"I think a couple of hours," he says, he wild purple fringe only slightly covering his concerned look. "The storm went on for so long, then it completely went away in twenty seconds. I even counted it. Then there was a cannon."

"The storm stopped because it killed someone," I say darkly. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," he waves away my concern. "The hardest part was finding you. Have you noticed where we are yet?"

I glanced around, my heart sinking when I realize we're not on the mountain anymore, but at a cluster of boulders near the bottom.

"The Gamemakers want us closer together," he says bitterly. "I think that's the reason why it stopped. We were all too far apart."

"Maybe." I take the canteen from Tag's belt and take a large swig. "How did you find me?"

"Well, I stuck my knife in the ground so that I wouldn't blow away. But after the storm let up, you were gone. So I tried to think about where you would fall based on the formation of the rocks. And then I saw you laying here from up on the mountain. It was easy, really."

Sometimes I forget how clever Tag really is. Even without me, he would stand a good chance of winning.

I slowly stand, making sure not to overdo it. The cut on my arm doesn't seem like it's reopened at all, probably because it was nearly all the way healed. My medicine is still in my pocket, in case I need to use it again anyway.

"What's our next step?" Tag asks, his eyes squinting in the sun. "Should we try climbing again?"

"No," I say decidedly. "It's time we handled ourselves. We can fight anyone we come across."

The words are more for the Capitol than anything, to give them a good linie to show on the screen. Tag is so small, but he's anything but helpless. We can survive.

Tesla Sherman (16)- D3F

I was heading to the Cornucopia when the storm hit. After careful deliberation, I decided another raid would be the only way I could find another weapon after losing mine to the girl from Twelve. While I wait for her face to show up in the night sky one of these days, for she will surely die of her wounds, I can't protect myself with just my bare hands. So I begin the trek back to the golden horn. I know it likely won't be unprotected like last time, but I can still sneak my way over to a weapon and back out. Maybe I could even take out of the Careers while I'm there. That would surely show the Capitol that I'm not to be trifled with.

But the air picks up before I can get there, and the rain starts not long after that. I know what game the Gamemakers are playing. The Capitol is bored, so they've cooked up a special event for us tributes. The Capitol will watch us struggle to survive this not-so-natural disaster.

Where I'm at, there isn't much to grab onto. I try to keep running, thinking about how boring this must be to watch. People sitting outside in the rain doesn't sound incredibly exciting, but the Capitol has lots of strange interests.

Then the wind becomes even louder, whistling in my ears and thunder rumbling not far away. I start to wonder if this is one of the tornadoes that very occasionally hits District Three, but this feels different. The wind isn't swirling is any particular direction, more simply coming from any way it sees fit, as if it's trying to knock me over. I stubbornly keep going, not willing to show the cameras any weakness.

But the Gamemakers have other plans. The rain has already drenched me so that I must weigh nearly ten extra pounds, but that doesn't stop the wind from blowing me away as if I were a feather. I scream as I'm lifted into the air. It isn't quite like the sensation of falling, but something entirely different and more terrifying. I'm at the will of the storm, which smashes me against the ground several times before depositing me somewhere and filling my mouth with sand.

My hands scrabble against the ground, but the sand crumbles underneath my fingers. I start to dig instead, burying my body in the sand so that the wind can't lift me up again. I try to keep my head above the sand, even though i can barely see a thing and feel like I'm drowning in the rain. But no matter how hard the wind tries, it can't unroot me from the ground.

Then the rain suddenly stops, minutes after I triumphed against it. I wait a few more minutes before shaking the sand off myself and returning above ground, just in case the Gamemakers are still toying with me. But nothing happens, so I emerge from the wet sand, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I appear to be in the desert part of the arena, which is why there was so much sand for me to shield myself with. I'm certainly much farther away from the Cornucopia then I would have liked, but it's not the worst place to end up. There's still enough daylight left in the day to get to the Cornucopia and catch the Careers unawares right after the storm.

The sand is wet and my boots make a deep imprint in it with each step. It's strange to see the desert landscape soaking wet from the storm, completely unnatural. I climb one of the dunes, which is quite difficult due to the sand crumbling under me. I pant as I stand tall on the dune and raise a hand to block out the sun. The two mountains in the distance don't look as far away as I thought they would be, but that could be a trick of their size. I have a long trek ahead of me today. I might not even make it, and have to rest before continuing tomorrow.

As I start to check to see if I still have all of my supplies, I hear a strange screaming noise from behind me. I turn around sharply, but I can't see anything. Are there other tributes here that are fighting? If so, I better leave as fast as possible. I don't have a weapon to defend myself with, especially if they are a Career.

I start running down the dune, but I hear the noise again, this time joined by other screams of the same pitch. They echo off the sand eerily. I continue running until I hear a growling noise, turning to see a dog-like creature atop the dune. It bares its teeth at me as two… three… four other dogs appear from behind it. Their fur is brown and mottled, saliva dripping from their mouths.

Pure terror pumps through my body as I run as fast as I can, struggling up the next dune and listening to them growl and howl in their strange, scream-like way. They are far too large to be actual dogs, definitely muttations created by the Capitol to terrorize me and the rest of the tributes.

For a moment, their noises seem to dissipate and I wonder if they will even try to kill me. Then I hear their pawsteps in the sand, their growls as they unmistakably run after me.

My feet pound into the sand as I run, but I already know I'm not as fast enough. Four-legged, genetically engineered creatures are much more agile than a hungry, slightly dehydrated teenage girl. It's inevitable.

I feel the first one grab onto my leg, the teeth digging in sharply. I scream in pain and fall to the ground as another grabs my arm and starts to pull. Before I know it, the entire pack of dogs is all over me, tearing me apart with their teeth as I writhe and scream in agony. I hear their ragged howling and feel their sharp teeth find my neck before my vision fades away.

Tiffany Silk (18)0 D1F

The storm dies down suddenly and all at once, signalling that the Gamemakers have achieved whatever goal they were trying for. Hadrian and I were fortunate enough to have a cave to hide in, but the other tributes might not have been so fortunate. The cannon that goes off a few minutes later is enough evidence for that.

After the rain lets up, I peek my head out of the cave and glance around. There's no one in sight, and the landscape is eerily quiet after the raging wind. I grip my sword tightly as I venture out far enough to look up for the girl from Five. I can't see her, but I imagine that she was blown away in the storm. She might even be the tribute that died if she was thrown from the mountain down to the beach. That would be a farther fall than the one Hadrian took, and sure to kill anyone.

"Tiffany," I hear Hadrian hiss from inside the cave. "Do you see anything?"

"Nope, everything's fine," I say as I reenter the cave. "The girl might be gone, but that's to be expected. We need to get back to the Cornucopia."

"Alright," he says gruffly. He lifts himself up from the ground and struggles to stand. His shoulder wound has reopened, and his knee is twisted at an odd angle, but his pain is carefully disguised. I've been applying the medicine to his wound periodically since his fall, but it must still hurt. I also suspect that he has a few ribs broken, but I don't want to ask.

He must know that all chances of his victory have disappeared. That's why he's trying to act so nonchalant about his injuries to me and to the audience, but it's obvious that he's a hopeless case.

If my district partner was dead by now, it would be time for me to set off on my own. But seeing as Tiger and I are now the only Careers with a chance of winning, we need to work together to bring home a victory for District One.

"I can walk on my own, but you'll have to take my sword," Hadrian says, holding himself up by grabbing the wall of the cave.

"Why don't you use it as a crutch?" I suggest, and his eyes darken.

"I'm not a cripple," he says lowly. "I'll be healed in a few days."

"I know," I assure him. "I'm just giving you a suggestion."

He huffs and unsheathes his sword, leaning on it gently. "Let's get going, then."

The journey back to the Cornucopia takes almost the rest of the day. We have to stop to rest multiple times, the first one at my proposal. I can tell he doesn't want to show any weakness on camera, but after an hour or so of slow, painful walking I can tell he needs to stop for a minute. We rest for a little while, then start again. After a few more stops, the sun is hanging low in the sky, the deep orange color of sunset clearly visible.

We're nearly all out of water after being away from the Cornucopia for nearly two days, so I have to ration the rest of it carefully despite the burning heat. Hadrian is sweating and grunting with each step, his body that was once so large and intimidating now reduced to a stumbling, crippled mass of flesh.

Eventually, I can see the golden horn glinting on the horizon. Hadrian sighs beside me, stopping for a second. I continue on for a few seconds, but then I hear a grunt from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see Hadrian has collapsed onto the ground.

"Shoot," I say under my breath.

Eryn Winters (15)- D12F

I groan as I try to roll over, only for my body to jolt awake with pain. I gasp for air as my neck screams with agony every time I move. Above me, the sky is darkening and the stars are coming out. I whimper as I try to sit up, realizing my jacket is missing and there is a bandage around the wound on my clavicle. I reach a trembling hand up to touch the material, looking around.

I'm on a beach, so beautiful that it can't be a part of the arena. Has the storm blown me so far that I've accidentally escaped the arena?

"You're awake."

I jump and turn to see the owner of the voice. He's sitting beside me with a gentle smile on his face, his bright blue eyes electrifying.

"Y-you're the one from the bloodbath," I stutter, sitting up farther. "The one that saved me."

"Yes, I recognized you as soon as I saw you laying here on the shore." He grins. "I'm glad you're alive. My ally killed the girl who was trying to kill you at the Cornucopia, but I'm sure you already know that."

I nod wordlessly. This guy saved my life during the bloodbath, but what are his intentions now? If he really found me on the beach, blown and carried away by the storm, then surely it would be in his best interest to leave me where I was, especially with my injury. But instead, he bound my wound and saved me again.

"You were in pretty bad shape, but Nikki and I tried to help you the best we could. I have some medicine that was gifted to me, and my wound is mostly healed, so we can use the rest for you." His smile is bright and friendly, but I know better than to take his words at face value.

"Why?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

He frowns. "You would have died without us."

"And that would have been good for you, wouldn't it?" I ask, not even sure why I'm goading him like this.

But he just laughs. "Maybe. But a large alliance is a strong alliance. Don't stab us in the back and we won't stab you, okay?"

"Okay," I say after a beat. "How long was I out?"

"About five or six hours," he says, leaning over to pick up a fish I didn't notice was beside him. The fish is cooked and already halfway eaten, and he offers the rest to me with a smile.

"Thank you," I say hesitantly, but I accept the fish nonetheless. There isn't a lot of seafood in Twelve, but I've had a few fish before. I usually don't enjoy them that much, but this one tastes incredible after eating nothing all day.

As I dig in with my hands, probably disgusting the Capitolite viewers, the guy stands up. "I'm Jason. What's your name, again?"

"Eryn," I say with my mouth full. If this is some kind of trap, it's too late to back out now.

"It's nice to properly meet you, Eryn."

I nod in agreement, taking another bite. "Where is your ally? Nikki?"

Jason's face falls. "She's… not too happy about taking you in. She went to the water to fish some more."

"District Four," I mumble. Of course she doesn't want to help me, she's Career-bred.

Suddenly, the Panem national anthem plays loudly throughout the arena. Jason and I both look up in anticipation. There is only one face today, the girl from Three.

"That's the girl that hurt me!" I exclaim. "She threw that knife at me and- where's my knife?"
"Nikki thinks it's best to keep you unarmed for now," he says darkly. "But she'll come around, don't worry."

I look up at the night sky again, listening to the gentle waves from the sea. It's strange that the girl who tried to kill me is dead. I've survived, and she didn't. Should i be glad? She was Reaped the same as me.

"You should get some more rest," Jason says, adjusting my jacket underneath me. "I'll keep watch. Then you can meet Nikki in the morning."

I nod, laying back and trying to clear my head. If sleeping is the only escape from the arena, then I'll gladly take it.

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a great week. We lost one tribute today.

12th: Tesla Sherman (16)- D3F- killed by muttations. Created by haydesx. Tesla was the first tribute submission that I received, so killing her off seems strange. She was definitely a fun tribute to write considering her logical, calculated perspective on life. But unfortunately she's met her untimely end in these Games. I'll certainly miss writing her!

Thank you to everyone who is staying tuned to this story. It really means a lot!

In the time being, what were your thoughts on the thunderstorm? Hadrian's injuries, Jason aiding Eryn, or any of the other events in this chapter?