9. Confused was all Three could feel as he stared at all the other children around him, too young to understand, to even grasp what was happening around him. What a poor confused little boy. He could only stare confused outside glass windows as the fires engulfed it all, the stars bright as ever.
8. Excited was all Three could grasp as they moved from village to village, in the deep of forests and under a yellow merciless sun. There were just so many things to explore, to see and feel and this excited him like nothing else. But his cepan really wasn't that excited when he wandered in the woods by himself and nearly gave the older man a heart attack. Heh.
7. Bored, man, Three was bored. And he couldn't help it if he got bored. Because really, let's see you spend weeks in a hut doing nothing but reading thick textbooks and watching the scenery outside your window and let's see if you don't get bored! He dared you.
6. Stupid, it sounded stupid, really it did. And to some extent Three's cepan was right. But stupid he'd allow himself to be if it meant no longer being bored. He could only stand cabin fever for so long and nothing was better than seeing the open sky above you and feeling the grass underneath your feet as you ran through the thick forest. So yes, he was stupid.
5. Sheepish smiles were like signing your own death sentence when faced with Three's cepan whose face looked ready to erupt like a volcano. Not that he'd ever seen an actual volcanic eruption but he imagined his cepan was doing a good job imitating one. The man looked ready to kill and Three continued to shine him with sheepish smiles – and oh man, here came the sermon! His sheepish smile quickly melted away.
4. Blame, Three never did put that against One and Two. Because he remembered being that confused little boy on that ship being offered to play with the two oldest kids whose hands were always entwined with each other's. And even when they had to move again, from another village to another, another forest to another, it was okay. Because Three couldn't blame anyone for the markings on his leg, the sings of dead people echoing inside him. It made him shiver.
3. Silence, everything always seemed to start with that. One moment, he's happily sleeping the night away in his cot, the next his cepan's killed. Silence was a damn misleading thing. Silence was supposed to mean peace and all good things. Not a sign of the ugly bastards with amphibian nostrils. He vowed to himself as he jumped out their cottage's window, he was never trusting silence again.
2. Adrenalin pumped through Three's veins like he just drank an entire crate of Red Bull. Because he had to run, run so fast they couldn't catch him. Adrenalin was almost intoxicating with the sound of his blood thumping through his ears and the cold feel of humid air in his lungs. It gave him the power to ran faster, faster, so fast they couldn't catch him, they wouldn't catch him. They just couldn't.
1. Freedom he'd been hoping to see it before he died. He hadn't been that too promising about his future, he knew after One and Two he was the next target but a part of him that part that watched the starts every night trying to guess which one of them was Lorien from a far, secretly hoped beyond all reason. Because a part of him wanted to believe that they could win, that they could taste freedom once more. And those thoughts of freedom clouded his mind as he ran through the trees, death hot on his tail.