9. Slate was the shade of grey that was the color of the walls of their cold ship, their escape boat, their little prison. Five would scratch her blunt fingernails on the surface of the slate walls as Two cried while One held her lovingly in his arms. Slate such a cool and neutral color but it was the shade that would echo in Five's soul for the rest of her life.
8. Marigold was the color of the sun as it set against the sky. The heavens were a myriad of so many colors. Five had a hard time making them all out but she didn't mind. She loved sunsets, thought they were the most beautiful thing there were in this world and she would spend every day watching the marigold sunset. When the marigold sun would disappear, she'd close her eyes and for a moment, the screams were gone.
7. Ivory was the shade of the canvas as Five thought of what masterpiece to create. She'd chew her bottom lip, furrow her eyebrows and roll up her sleeves as she struggled to find inspiration. Picking up a brush she'd dip into bright paint and let the color smear the ivory surface. She's unsure for a moment before her eyes brighten and the brush danced in unending swirls. Later, she'd stare into the forgotten memory of Lorien captured on her once ivory canvas.
6. Chocolate were the eyes of a boy who called himself Sam. Sam, I am, no he did not like green eggs and ham. Chocolate was such a lovely shade of brown to have for eyes and they were lovely and sweet just like him. He smiled apologetically at her, his lovely chocolate eyes all she could see, before he grabbed her hand and dragged her off with him, the enemy right behind them.
5. Magenta was the exact same shade her cheeks would burn whenever Sam would talk to her. Her heart would race, her palms moistened and her mouth dry whenever he was near. She'd look at her reflection and see magenta, bright magenta. She'd look at Four whenever Six would smile at him and see magenta. She'd smile at Sam and see magenta.
4. Cerulean, the color of the blue liquid Seven held in his hands. He was so clever, so brave and he had in his hands the weapon to beat their enemy. But at what price? Cerulean was such a nice and unassuming color. It was so different from what their weapon was about to do…so many dead bodies on the floor, all cerulean, ivory and slate.
3. Crimson was the color of hate, anger, blood and war. Crimson was the screams of anguish, horror and rage. Crimson was the color of love, passion and desperation. Crimson were the lips of her chocolate-eyed boy, the promises of lovers and the guilt of a clever but foolish boy. Crimson was the color of pride, endings and hollow victories.
2. Onyx was the color of the night as Five waited by Sam's bed, waiting for him to wake. She'd stare outside the window at the dark onyx sky and wait for the stars to come out and shine. They never do but she waited and waited. Her hands would caress through Sam's soft onyx hair and wait. She'd wait no matter how long it would take.
1. Sage was the color of grass underneath her feet and the leaves of wild flowers. Sage was the color of the tree leaves, the shade cool as she lay underneath, Sam's head in her lap as he stared up at her, eyes thoughtful. He would tell her he loves her sage eyes, her beautiful sage eyes and she'd just smile. She'd wake up from this dream soon and wait for him to follow.