Day Six of the Arena
July 8th, 2427
Briar Bacardi, 17
Three days have passed since Briar and her alliance last saw any other tributes.
They can't grow too complacent - Briar knows that all too well. Whenever her life was going too well in the past, trouble always seemed to be waiting around the corner, like a monster hiding in the closet.
But lately, whenever trouble arose, she always told herself - if she was with Chaney, it didn't matter because they were together. All that mattered was they were together.
(Maybe that's still all that matters.)
A cannon also hasn't fired for two days, not since the day when four cannons went off back to back. Briar figures that will have made The Capitol content for a while, but it won't be long until their patience runs thin.
At the moment, however, they have a bigger problem - their supplies are running low. They are almost completely out of food and when the last of the water in their bottles empties, they will have no other water source. The resourceful girl from Nine briefly considered whether she would drink from the dark green lake if she was dying of thirst, but she was sure that would only speed up her demise.
Briar agrees with Auren on one thing - if they don't solve their water shortage fast then the alliance is doomed. So, they decided to see if they could find another water source nearby that's drinkable, leaving the boys together.
Briar glances back at Chaney's dumb head as he and Reese slip out of her field of vision. She never realised how painful it would be. She can't remember the last time they left each other's side, it must have been when they were getting prepped for the parade. All she knows is it hurts like a knife in the ribs.
"He'll be fine," Auren says softly while observing the blond girl as they plod through the radiated woods. "He's got someone to keep his head in the game."
Briar nods. "Yeah, I'd say Reese has been coping pretty well under the circumstances."
"I was talking about Chaney."
"Oh." Briar chuckles awkwardly. "Yeah."
The two girls reach an old rusty pipe that sticks out of the ground and is controlled by a pressure valve.
Auren begins twisting the wheel of the valve to see if she can squeeze out any water but it's stuck hard. "So… how long have you two been dating?" The Ten Girl asks casually, still studying the wheel.
The question hits Briar like an electric shock. She glances around nervously to make sure there are no cameras close by, careful not to forget her mentor's plan. "What are you talking about?" Is her only response.
Auren rolls her eyes and then tugs the wheel harder. "You think I'm stupid, or somethin'?"
"Is that rhetorical?"
Auren rolls her eyes deeper into her sockets. She stares at the Nine Girl and crosses her arms to await an answer.
Briar knows she's not fooling this girl and that she won't back down until she gets answers.
The tight-lipped girl finally concedes defeat and subtly nods. "No one's meant to know," she mutters. "Our mentor's the only one that does… we've only got each other, there's no one else waiting for us back home," she explains.
"So that's why he volunteered… for you," Auren figures.
Briar nods again. "He was an idiot."
"Tell me somethin' I don't know," Auren says with a smirk. "Still, you get to spend what might be your last days with the person you love. That's better than most of us get."
Briar's eyes fall down. She's never thought about it like that before. How does this end? How can one go on without the other? The answer to those questions haunts her. Was their mentor's "plan" really about The Capitol or the cameras? Or was it about Briar all along?
(Was he trying to find a way to force her apart from Chaney at the start? To make it less painful?)
Auren releases her hands from the wheel of the pipe after giving it one last frustrated tug. "Fuck. It won't budge," she declares.
Just then, the voice of the announcer booms through the air. "Attention all remaining tributes. With food running low in the arena and water becoming contaminated, tomorrow, there is to be a feast held at Ground Zero, which is located in the far east of the arena. You'll find non-contaminated food and water, and medicine for radiation sickness. Also, be warned, radiation levels readings have been rising, especially on the edges of the town."
Boy, I hate being right all the time - Briar thinks.
The Nine Girl locks eyes with her ally and she knows that Auren is thinking the exact same thing as her - Run.
Like the flipping of a switch, the devices in their pockets abruptly begin clicking loudly again as if The Capitol are suddenly firing radiation into the arena. They probably are.
Briar and Auren rapidly fix their masks over their faces before racing back to where the boys are.
When they reach the other half of their alliance, Chaney is in the middle of one of his long stories about the time he and Briar escaped from Peacekeepers after a successful heist.
"And then, we had five fully-armed hummer trucks on our tail," Chaney explains without a care in the world.
"Woah!" Reese exclaims in wonder..
"Masks on. We need to go," Briar orders as they stop in front of the boys.
Chaney raises his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Radiation… I think they're forcing us back into the centre of the arena."
The clicking from the devices in their pockets has died down here, but it isn't long until it starts picking up again.
Chaney and Reese secure their masks over their faces, and then the four friends make a hasty beeline for the large concrete bridge that leads back toward the town.
As they run, the noise from their devices quietens down, and Briar is able to think straight again. The group reluctantly agrees to head to the feast together as they don't see any other choice.
As Briar glances back at the lake, she knows that the peaceful moments that they had there are now just memories in the back of their minds. That's all life is, after all.
Ozias Califera, 18
Ozias's head has been spinning for two days.
Arriving back to where he left his allies to discover Ren's half-decapitated body and no sign of Jokull or Zora was one thing; he knew that snarky street rat from Six would backstab him eventually, he just didn't know the betrayal would come that soon. But then, to see Emery's face appear in the sky on the same night… his mind was sent into a spiral of turmoil.
He's really gone, isn't he?
Ozias spent years of his life with that guy. He put so many thoughts and desires into their time together, and now he is gone - just like that. Did any of it ever matter?
Ozias gazes up to where the Capitolites are watching and mocking him from. He dreams of nothing more than crawling out of this arena and throttling them all.
(Is he really winning his war against them while allowing them to sit there and control him like a ringmaster controlling an animal at a circus?)
His long black hair hangs loosely and messily across his face from his constant tugging and tearing at it. Deep bags that match the colour of his hair line the bottom of his eyes. Around him are the fragments of the remains of the tables, chairs, and cabinets, and shards of plates and glasses that he's been smashing to pieces over the last few days. He doesn't really remember breaking them; all he remembers is that he had to destroy something and those were the only things around him.
But now, there's nothing left to destroy here. So he must move on.
His only company is his vengeance on the people who did this to him and Emery - that's his only comfort.
It could only have been the careers - the pretentious puppets of The Capitol. It was probably that boy from Four that Emery had a thing for. Did he not learn from Ozias that he can't trust men like him? It doesn't matter. Either way, Ozias will destroy what remains of the careers before he wins the games and burns the world down.
His path to redemption is clearer than ever.
Earlier, The Capitol announced that there will be a feast held in the east of the arena, behind the factory that surrounds the cornucopia. They called the location "Ground Zero" which doesn't sound good, but then Ozias has nothing to fear anymore. What more can they do to him?
His stomach growls for sustenance, but he has learned how to silence its pleas back in Rustvale after his family perished in the fire that The Capitol caused, and he hadn't yet figured out how to feed himself.
He has no concern for the food and water, but the feast will be a good place to ambush any other tributes that come by. He knows the careers will be there for sure; they've never had to endure starvation in a place like Rustvale.
There's no time to lose. He packs his bag of his few remaining supplies, lifts his machete and begins heading straight for Ground Zero.
With the careers mostly in disarray, there is no one to stand in his way. The Sixes present the second largest threat after the careers. Jokull is crafty - more than he originally thought, given that he was able to take out Ren. He can't underestimate either of them.
Ozias begins to trek alone through the empty streets of the desolate city. He holds his head up high, feeling totally invincible, like the apex predator patrolling his territory.
(Yet, he also hasn't felt this alone for a long time. Everyone he has ever got close to is either dead or has betrayed him.
He even misses Jokull's and Ren's sarcastic jabs at him and the constant squabbling with them.)
It doesn't matter, right? He's the king of these streets. He needs nobody else.
After he passes the factory in the centre of the town, the houses slowly become more sparse and are replaced by nothing but an empty, dead land of dust which is shrouded in a thick, sickly smog.
The radiation detector in his pocket gradually clicks louder and more aggressively as Ozias trudges further east.
Other than the device in his pocket, it is deathly silent.
I'm not alone. It doesn't matter if I am. I don't need anyone else.
Eventually, through the thick smog, Ozias is met with the sight of a shining metal dome sticking out of the ground. It is surrounded by a large crater that's at least twelve feet deep.
There's something undeniably eerie about it that is screaming at Ozias to "turn back."
The Capitol can't intimidate me. They never have been able to.
Ozias takes a deep breath, puffs his chest out, places his mask over his head, and heads straight toward the strange structure. As he does so, his radiation detector becomes louder and faster than ever.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Finally, he arrives at his destination, and the large, metal dome now towers over him. At the entrance, two glass doors face him, and above them is a sign with the decaying words "Ground Zero" written on it.
He is here early and one step ahead. The young man scans his keycard against the pad next to the doors and enters.
Inside, it is a labyrinth of corridors and staircases which seem to descend down into an endless abyss. It is silent inside and very dark.
Fortunately, Ozias does not have to contend with the seemingly infinite staircases as there is an elevator located near the entrance. He steps inside and finds the floors labeled 0-14.
Ozias shrugs and taps the Zeroth floor, figuring that the game makers would most likely place the feast on the lowest floor so it's not too easy to get to.
The elevator begins descending in silence, and with it, the stark loneliness creeps in again like a coming night.
The elevator hits the very bottom floor. Ozias hurries out, trying to stay light on his feet.
Now deep underground, he is forced to navigate around another maze of circular concrete corridors, and he begins to wonder if he has walked into another trap set by The Capitol.
But then, he reaches the edge of the corridor and steps out onto a metal grating that overlooks two enormous metal cylinders in a vast open space.
All around Ozias are various machines that he couldn't even begin to name.
Just then, light, rapid footsteps begin pattering against the gratings. Ozias tightens his grip on his machete and darts his gaze around him. He's not alone.
The footsteps are approaching him fast. The tall boy turns and grabs in the direction of the noise. His hand finds its way around someone's neck causing them to let out a gargle of shock.
Ozias choke slams the frailer tribute into the gratings, pins them down under his knee, and raises his machete for a quick kill.
He removes the tribute's mask before quickly whipping off his own. His radiation detector has gone quiet here, anyway.
The tribute in question is the pale, curly-haired boy from Five who stood out to Ozias in the Capitol with his bright, striking blue eyes.
The tribute thrashes around wildly, trying to claw and slash at their attacker's face.
Ozias holds his attack. There is a primal fury and thirst for blood in this tribute's eyes that he rarely sees. They could be an asset.
Either way, The Fourteen Boy will entertain this tribute for a few moments at least, since the alternative is being alone again.
Ozias presses his blade against Five's throat. "You got any allies lurkin' around?"
"No allies. No friends. They're all dead. Only enemies left," the boy growls back.
Ozias eases his blade off of Five's neck. "What happened to them?"
The feral boy purses their lips. "What does it matter to you?"
Ozias shrugs. "I guess I'll just kill you then…"
"Poisoned… she was sick then two of my other allies disguised poison as medicine and…"
Oh? It couldn't be... could it?
It must have been. What are the chances of there being another set of poisoned medicine?
If Ozias plays this right, it could be perfect.
He releases the boy and steps off of him. He turns his back to the other tribute momentarily and his lips twist into a wry smile. "I'll help you get the vengeance you crave," he says. "If you help me get mine." He perches on the railings, resting his machete on his lap.
The curly-haired boy stands to his feet and dusts himself down. "Yours?" He questions.
Ozias nods. "I was betrayed too… many many times."
"How do I know you won't stab me in the back the first chance you get?"
"I will," Ozias confesses with a smile. "And I trust you to do the same to me. Actually, I'd be insulted if you don't."
It's at that moment that both of them know that this will be a temporary alliance of convenience. This boy is a loose cannon but Ozias has found that a loose cannon can be extremely useful if unleashed on the right people.
At last, Five nods his head, accepting the proposal. "What do we do now then?" The boy asks.
"We wait. They'll come to us. All we have to do is wait," Ozias answers calmly.
Five will try to use Ozias and Ozias will use him; that's how the game goes. At least they are on the same page.
They'll burn the world down together.
Alizka Ito, 15
Will this nightmare ever end?
Yesterday, they took a wrong turn in the tunnels and they've only just managed to get back on track.
A faint murmur comes from behind the exhausted girl from Eight. "Liz…"
At first, Liz is a little taken aback. She hasn't heard Meilin's voice for two days - not since the incident with Day. It's like how she was after the bloodbath… but worse.
Liz contemplated saying "I told you so" a few times, but that would have been unnecessarily cruel in these circumstances. Still, this is the second time she's allowed Meilin to be hurt by her own selflessness.
There's no room for selflessness or kindness in this place, and Liz can only hope that Meilin has learned that by now. If she hasn't, Liz will soon teach her; she won't allow her friend to be hurt again.
She turns to the Three Girl. "What's up?"
"It's just… is now a bad time to admit I'm claustrophobic?"
"Kinda," Liz answers in a playful tone. She attempts a smile but it seems invisible to Meilin.. Perhaps the time for fun and joking is over.
Meilin uncomfortably stares down at her fingers and starts fiddling with them. The only emotion in the eye's large eyes is pure exhaustion. "I really wanna get out of these tunnels."
Liz nods, she would also like nothing more than to get back to the surface.
Her belly rumbles, begging her to find food. She hasn't eaten in over twenty-four hours.
"We should head to the feast that the announcer was talkin' about," Liz declares.
The Three Girl raises her eyebrows at her friend in fear.
"If we don't go then we'll starve… I'm sorry Mei, but it's the only way."
Meilin takes a deep breath before nodding in agreement, and relief fills Liz's heart. Meilin was her first and only true friend here, and she won't abandon her, despite their disagreements. She will stay by her until the end because she can't imagine the horror of being alone right now. But she won't hesitate to put an end to anyone who threatens her or Meilin.
The two girls journey onwards, back towards the metro station that they stayed in on the start of this horror show.
Just past the metro station are the stairs that ascend back up to the surface - the same stairs that they took when they attempted to get the medicine for Day…
Just thinking the name of her unfortunate ally hurts Liz, even though she knows deep down that it couldn't have ended any other way.
She wishes that the last day before the games began could have gone on forever. The group of friends sat in bliss in Three's apartment and took the day to do nothing more than their hobbies from back home. She knew it wouldn't last.
As they trace their way back up the stairs, Liz realizes that since they haven't spoken in two days, they never got the chance to talk about what happened to Day. She should offer that at least, as a friend.
"What happened to Day… it wasn't your fault, you know that right?" Liz mutters.
Meilin doesn't answer. She keeps her weary face firmly pinned to the stairs.
"It was always gonna end like that, one way or another," Liz continues. "Only one of us can survive."
She's not sure if this line of thought is helping her ally or not, so she quickly tries to steer her words back to that of a friend. "So what I'm saying is… it's not your fault."
"D-do you think he got out of the bunker… Meridian I mean," Meilin asks.
Liz shrugs. She didn't see Meridian's death being announced since she and Meilin locked them in the bunker, but then there were enough supplies in there to last for weeks. Though, the game makers wouldn't sit by and allow that; so it's likely they released him.
Meridian Birdie is still out there, and out for blood.
Liz doesn't say this though.
As the girls clear the staircase, Liz places her hand on the door to the factory that they are all too familiar with.
"Mei, before we go on… I have to make sure that you realise something," The Eight Girl says in a sterner voice.
"What?"
"If Meridian did escape and we run into him at the feast… it won't be the Meridian you knew… he'll try to kill us. So, I'll try to kill him, just like any other tribute. They're not our friend or our ally anymore. Do you understand?"
Meilin doesn't answer, but simply nods meekly, her usual pale cheeks flush red.
"And if he comes after us and I'm not there for whatever reason, then you've gotta be the one to do it. Same goes for anyone else we run into. It's us or them now."
The pair press on through the factory, eventually reaching the outside again, and more importantly - the surface.
Liz wishes she could say that she breathes the fresh air again but there's none of that in this place. But it's still better than being in the tunnels.
The pair decide to camp in the rubble of one of the ruined houses that's close to the factory for the night and then head to the feast tomorrow.
Liz's stomach continues to yearn for food; she's never been this hungry before. She only has to hold out a little longer. She can do it. Things are looking up - Half of the careers are already dead, as is Liz's murderous district partner.
Ren was a terrifying person. Whoever killed them must be an even bigger threat. Liz has to be an even bigger threat than even Ren's killer to survive.
There's a real chance now that she or Meilin could make it out of this, especially given it's just the two of them and they know they can trust each other.
Together, they could get far. Liz just has to make sure Meilin's head stays in the game.
Romulus Ryker, 17
The ringing in his ears only stopped a few hours ago.
Romulus wishes he had taken Landon's advice and taken the time to appreciate the small moments in life before it was too late - the individual moments are what make life; not days, hours, or minutes.
Some days, when Romulus would arrive home from the academy with his muscles and limbs aching from exhaustion, his father would be staying late at the Peacekeeper Academy. He enjoyed these days because he and his sister didn't have to worry about their father scrutinizing their every move. He just wishes he could have taken the brief time that he had to give his sister some older brotherly advice, and just be there for her.
He wishes he could have preserved the moments of chuckling along with Cassius as they punched each other's shoulders after a difficult sparring session… right before he had to betray him and take his spot in the careers.
But right now, most of all, he wishes he could have extended the moments he spent with Landon before the games started. On the rooftop of the training centre as the pouring rain pattered down on their faces after the two career boys toasted "to freedom", Landon suggested with bright eager eyes that they should prank each other's mentors and escorts by doing a drag performance - just like the time that Landon told him about when the jovial One Boy and his best friend pranked their parents.
Of course, the uptight and resolute Romulus dismissed the idea, thinking it would distract him from his main purpose of achieving freedom. If only he had taken Landon up on that offer; just imagining the reaction of his father upon hearing about that would have been golden.
Romulus paces up and down in an underground tunnel. He's not entirely sure how he got down here; he attempts to recall the events that led him here as his eyes follow the trail of his dried blood that leads into the tunnel. That's it… he was betrayed. Brizio and Geneve ambushed him at the hospital.
He lets out a groan, clasping a patched-up knife wound underneath his ribs.
They were swift and precise. Romulus barely escaped with his life, if not for a sponsorship of medical equipment he received. Tatiana must be watching out for him.
But why did they attack him? Ah yes. The image of the bludgeoned boy from Ten lying at his feet flashes before his eyes.
It suddenly dawns on the once proud Two Boy that his sister would have watched what he did to that boy. Is he a monster?
It doesn't matter. If he is, it's what his father made him to be. His father wanted him to win the Hunger Games, did he not? It's just the job.
Don't Brizio and Geneve understand that? In all their idiocy - Romulus laughs to himself.
Romulus has no more weapons, nor food, but what he does have is a flame for vengeance - vengeance against the traitors that backstabbed him… that butchered Landon.
He searches around the tunnel for anything that he can turn into a lethal weapon. His eyes land on a pair of old plastic gloves that are lying on the tunnel floor, next to the control box for the lights. Finally, his eyes travel to the pieces of jagged metal which are lying about the place.
With a sadistic smirk, he rips out some of the wires from inside the control boxes of the lights.
He spends the next few hours sharpening the two scraps of metal into razor-sharp blades before fastening them to his gloves with the cables from the lightbox.
He looks down at the two weapons attached to his fists with excitement at the raw damage he's going to inflict on Brizio and Geneve with each punch. Then, he glances down at his injury again. He's heard many times of the phrase "an eye for an eye". Well, he has another phrase that he prefers - "two eyes for an eye."
Suddenly, Romulus's attention is drawn to the sounds of footsteps bouncing through the tunnel.
Voices follow from the direction of the staircase that leads out of the tunnels; they are light and softly spoken.
"It was always gonna end like that, one way or another. Only one of us can survive," Romulus catches one of the voices whispering.
He eventually recognizes them as the girls from Eight and Three.
Romulus has his heading. He begins following the voices up the stairs like a shark on a trail of blood.
Fuma Marlows, 18
Fuma has scoured almost the entire town for the last two days in search of Zora, but despite all her efforts, she's got nowhere. There's no sign of her ally - she's gone like a whisper in the wind.
(Just like Retha.)
She hasn't even been able to find any clues of Zora's whereabouts. She can track bears, wolves, and elk, but not humans, apparently.
Zora's face hasn't appeared in the sky since that fateful day in the hospital; she's out there. Fuma just doesn't know where.
She curls her fists with frustration.
She won't give up. She has to find her. More importantly, she has to know she can trust her, and that there was an innocent explanation for her disappearance.
After coming up empty in her search, Fuma headed back to the hospital where she originally lost her allies, in the hope that Zora would come and find her.
Next to the hospital, there is a decently sized house that is still mostly intact, which she decided to set up camp in.
The ranger strolls across the house, over to the stove where she is brewing some stew for her dinner. It's a dish that she's got pretty good at making from the rations in her bag.
She wipes the cupboard of dust before retrieving a sizeable bowl to pour her stew into.
She takes a seat at the end of the dining table - near to where she left her axe.
(Yesterday, she was sponsored with a large, jagged hatchet. She is not exactly sure how she feels about wielding the weapon that Terrance used in his killings All she knows is she'd feel a lot worse without it.
It feels like some kind of sick joke by someone.)
Just as Fuma is about to take the first sip of her stew, she is alerted to the sound of footsteps on the rubble outside.
She shoots out of her seat, seizing her axe in her hand. Then, she presses her ear against the wall of the house to listen closer.
It is two pairs of footsteps - two tributes. Both are extremely light on their feet like stealthy assassins. In fact, if it wasn't for Fuma's acute hearing, that she learned in the ranger academy, she doubts she would have heard them at all.
Fuma prays that the tributes will continue down the street so she doesn't have to fight them. But unfortunately, they turn into the doorway.
The Seven Girl tightens her grip on her axe, her heart careens in her chest. She has to fight. She has to fight so that she'll be able to find Zora. She has to fight to find her sister.
She raises her axe as the two other tributes turn into the dining room, but then immediately lowers in and gasps with shock. "Zora!"
Her small ally from Six stands sheepishly in front of her with her hands up in surrender.
Fuma is about to reach forward and pull her into a hug until she sees who the other tribute is.
Behind Zora is a boy with short, black hair, and a gaunt face. He's wearing the same dark-red hazmat suit as Zora - it's her district partner. The boy with the vacant eyes who allied with the boy from Eight and Fourteen.
Fuma scowls at the boy, Jokull; she recalls his name being. She steps towards him, raising her axe. "What's he doing here?" She demands.
Jokull doesn't flinch at the axe-wielding girl's threatening stance; he simply raises his hands up in surrender, mimicking Zora. The only difference is that his blue eyes are cold and devoid of emotion.
There's no way he can be trusted.
"He was allied with the boy that killed Lilac and Dario! He helped them!"
"No! You don't understand. He's a friend… he helped me." Zora gently lowers Fuma's weapon. "He helped me kill Ren… the one that killed Lilac!"
"So, he betrays his own allies. Good to know." Fuma directs her gaze toward the Six Girl and stares her dead in the eyes. "Zora, he can't be trusted. We should kill him now."
"No!" Zora steps back in between Fuma and Jokull and stands tall and defiant. "If you're gonna kill him then you'll have to kill me too," she declares.
Fuma sighs. "Zora…"
There's an unwavering determination in Zora's light brown eyes that Fuma knows is unbreakable. The Seven Girl shakes her head. "Zora… why you gotta be so stubborn? Hm?"
Zora shrugs, offering a slight smile.
Fuma lowers her axe. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear."
Does Zora not realize that only one of them can win? There's no world where she, Fuma, and Jokull all make it out of this. Better to off Jokull sooner rather than later.
Jokull lowers his hands and steps forward, but Fuma holds up her hand to stop him. "I'm not allying with him. He can't stay," she states.
The short, slender boy nods, and turns, preparing to leave.
"What are you doing?" Fuma shakes her head. "There's no way I'm letting you out of my sight." She points to a pile of rubble just outside the window of the house. "You can sleep there unless stated otherwise."
"Fuma, we can trust him," Zora tries to protest. "He's already proved himself-"
"Just be glad I didn't kill him."
"It's okay," Jokull says, facing his distressed district partner. "I'll be over there if you need me." The boy saunters over to his pile of rubble that he's now calling his bed, and sits down, doing his best to make himself comfortable.
Zora looks at Fuma with sorrowful eyes. "We can trust him," she repeats, choking slightly on her words. Then she disappears into one of the bedrooms of the house.
I know for damn sure I can't trust him, but can I trust you? - Fuma wonders to herself.
How does she know that she's not going to go the same way that the Eight Boy did? How does she know she's not their next victim? She knows from experience that people turn on each other even when their lives don't depend on it in a sick death game.
She should have killed Jokull while she had the chance, and as much as it agonises her to think it, maybe she should have killed Zora too.
But she didn't.
Hi! Hope this chapter was ok and there weren't too many mistakes. No deaths this chapter but it will probably be the last no-death chapter! See you next time!
Kill counter:
Geneve: 1
Romulus: 2
Aida: 1
Ren: 4
Chaney: 1
Auren: 1
Jokull: 3
Ozias: 2
Emery: 1
Zora: 1