~Jazer~

"Explain to me why we let them take the crystal and leave again? Because I had them in them in my reach and you said, 'no, let them go, they're not worth it yet' and they fled back to the Varden!" I demanded as I sat on my throne, my dragon curled up behind me.
The werewolf rubbed his temples and had his eyes closed, fighting a headache like I'm trying not to strangle him at this moment.
I will kill him once he takes me to the creatures that I desire. The ones that will win this war for me and keep me on my throne for as long as I shall live. I smiled at the thought.
The werewolf opened his eyes again.
Creepy. They are so disturbing. If he wasn't going to take me to the creatures, I would've killed him and his wife and daughter a long time ago. Luckily they have proven their worth, so I let them live.
"Because if you had then the Varden and the other werewolves would be even more suspicious if you had-you already took one of their retrievers. Or did you forget that already?" snapped the werewolf.
Honestly, if he didn't have something that I wanted, then he surely would be dead right now. There is no doubt about that. Especially since he likes to challenge me, unlike the rest of my servants. I can't wait until he is dead. I pictured how he would die in my mind, how his daughter and his wife's screams would be and I knew that I will be having sweet dreams tonight.
"Plus we-you-can get a even bigger prize if you just be patient," commented the werewolf.
What was the werewolf's name again? Oh well. He is going to be dead anyways, so it's really not that important. But I do wonder what 'the bigger prize' is. "And what is this 'bigger prize exactly?"
"Let me worry about that," replied the Werewolf.

***

~Burdon~

My head hurts. It hurt so much that I couldn't believe it could hurt this much-it hurt so much that I couldn't even see.
"Here, this will make your head feel better," said an unfamiliar voice. I felt someone touch my head and move it left and then right. Somehow my head felt so much better. My vision started to clear. Once it was cleared I saw a young man-well, more of a young boy-standing over me. I couldn't move. My head was the only thing that I could move and every time I moved my head it brought blinding pain. "Don't move, let me get you out of this first," warned the little boy.
Somehow, whatever was weighting me down-it felt like a lump of stone as big as my fist on my chest; and I can't seem to shake it off like a dog would shake off the water off of its body-the little boy took it off of me. I could move without any pain whatsoever. I stood up. Now that I had a good look at the boy he looked older than I thought.
"Who are you?" I asked. The boy-man just shrugged and walked away. The boy-man looked back over his shoulder and looked annoyed, presumably, because I wasn't following him. The boy-man motioned me to come over. As soon as I came near him the boy-man continued walking. I followed the boy-man to a room and we both walked inside of it-through the door obviously.
My Father and Malhaw were both in the room, but neither of them were in human form-they were in werewolf form. I looked down at my hands and saw they were claws-in fact my whole body was in werewolf form.
"What happened?"
"We all blacked out and end up here." I looked at the boy-man and saw he looked like a old man.
Does he have a skin disorder or is it just the light? Or am I hallucinating? If I am hallucinating I wouldn't have noticed until now, I thought.
"I'll show you to the surface now," said the boy-man.
Where on earth did I come up with the name-or nickname-'boy-man?' I wonder where-and why-I thought of that, I thought.
We all nodded and followed the boy-man. On our way up I swear I saw something come off the boy-man. Whatever. I shrugged it off. I must've been hallucinating.
When we finally made it to the surface I was so relief. The boy-man walked back down in the hole that was in the ground. We ran back to the Varden.

***

~Tenter~

I might actually have a change to get rid of my brother and his annoying sons-specifically his son, Burdon. I waited and waited.
Suddenly a door opened and a young man appeared. "About time! What took you so long?" I demanded.
The young man just shrugged. "You wanted to talk to me about something?" inquired the young man.
"I hear you're good at tracking people down."
The young man shrugged again. "Who do you want to track down?" questioned the young man, in a way that sounds like he's tired of asking it.
"Three, maybe four people."
"I can only track one person at a time. Who do you chose? Or which person of the three, or four, do you chose?"
"You done this often?" The young man shrugged yet again and just stared at me as if-oh that's why he's staring at me. Awkward. "The person I choose is..." I paused, thinking. Malhaw won't do any good. Elimelech done like nothing. My brother... mmm... nah not worth the trouble. Then there's Burdon. I would still be king of the werewolves of Anjustlia if it wasn't for that brat! Then again, I could go after Malhaw and get rid of him and Burdon. I could kill two birds with one stone! And I could get my revenge on my brother! But he's not really worth going after so...
I was about to speak when the young man said, "Choose wisely."
Choose wisely? Well, if I'm going to have to choose and wisely then I might as well choose... "The person I want you to track... is a young man named Burdon."
The young man frowned at that, but then shrugged and left the room. A few seconds later the young man came back. "You should be able to hear a sound that will lead you to the person you want," said the young man in a bored tone, as if he said that one too many times.
I left the room and as soon as I got to the other room I heard a noise; it was annoying. I decided it must be the noise the young man is referring to, so I followed it.
I am coming for you and you're going to regret crossing paths with me.

***

~Burdon~

When I woke up I noticed that my shoulder-mainly my arm-started to hurt for a unknown reason. It just came without a reason. I honestly have no reason why my arm was hurting-it isn't the side I usually sleeps on. Probably I landed on this arm when I fell or something like that.
I rubbed on some creme-that suppose to help stiff muscles become no longer tense. It worked until I started sparing then it, obviously, became hard again. I rubbed some more cream on and it worked so I could spar again. I didn't feel any tense muscles after that. Which I am very glad for. Very glad.
In the morning, however, it wore off and I-yet again-had to put some more of the creme on. It was getting very annoying.
Eventually, I just ignored it and kept on doing what I normally do. It was still very odd that my shoulder-mostly my arm-would ache without any reason whatsoever. Very odd indeed. It still hurts, but I learned to ignore it.
Going back to the healer's tent just because I have a stiff arm. That would be ridiculous, yet they would let me do that. Yet again I wouldn't want to do that and it will take up space for those who actually need it. So I won't go to the healer's tent, it would just take up everyone's time. I did my usual routine.

***

~Tenter~

Now and again the noise would stop and I'll have to wait for it to come back on. It was quiet for now-the noise has halted. After what felt like hours the noise began to start again-and I was in the middle of packing. I almost finished packing when the noise stopped, yet again. I just finished packing incase the noise started up again. After like... well, what felt like hours, it started up again. A few minutes later it stopped. That how it went for a long time. Eventually I got to the place where people call 'the resistance'-or 'the Varden'-that obviously fights against King Jazer.
The Varden.
Now I just can't stop in the middle of the road and not move at all for hours-because the noise obviously stops ringing every few minutes-people will look at me weird and probably think I'm crazy or something. The noise suddenly stopped.
I felt like growling in frustration and I was going to when I heard a female voice, "Are you lost?"
I swirled around and saw a female elf. "What?"
"Are you lost? Do you need help?" repeated the elf.
"Umm... Do you know someone named Burdon?"
The elf scrunched her eyebrows as if is never heard that name before; if that name was the strangest, oddest name she ever heard. "No, I never heard of a person named Burdon," said the elf.
Of course you haven't. Why didn't I asked for, or known Burdon's fake name before I got here? That would've helped so much, I thought. "What's your name?"
"My name is Ava," answered Ava.
Founds familiar as if I heard it somewhere. I wonder where I heard it. "That name is familiar, have I met you before?"
Ava smiled and gave a barely even noticeable chuckle. "I'm the princess of elves and I'm courting the dragonrider Aeri."
Mmm... interesting. "That's probably where I heard it from." No. That's definitely not where I heard it from; I don't listen in on rumors. I definitely heard it some else. What if... I thought, trailing off. "How is the dragonrider Aeri?" I asked, seeing if Burdon and Aeri are the same person.
"The dragonrider Aeri is doing just fine. Why?"
Taking a wild chance that Aeri is actually Burdon, I said, "I'm actually his uncle. I never call him Aeri even thought I should. Actually I meant to say Aeri, but it came out Burdon-which is what I call him. I'm sorry for the confusion." Ava just shrugged. Seriously what is with this place and the people shrugging?!
"It's okay," mumbled Ava.
At least she said something usually people here just shrug or they shrug and mumble a 'I don't know.'
"I can take you to him if you want," offered Ava.
Thank you! I thought I was going to have to asked that myself! "That would be wonderful," I replied.
For some reason she took me to the place where people are sparing and other stuff-as if I would want to do any of this! I was about to asked her why she took me here when I saw him. I saw the little brat, Burdon, sparing someone. I guess I should start calling him Aeri since he goes by that name here... Or I can keep calling him Burdon; hopefully somebody will be smart enough to catch on and accuse him of being a werewolf and I won't have to worry about getting rid of that spoiled brat!

***

~Ava~

I saw that man, who claims to be Aeri's uncle, smile-wicked smile. What is he thinking about? Is he out to do Aeri harm? Does he want to hurt Aeri? Even if he really is Aeri's uncle he definitely should not do Aeri harm-I will not let him.
I saw Aeri stop sparring-he won the match, of course-and walk away, presumably, to find some water.
"Hold on, let me go catch him," I said, talking to Aeri's presumable uncle. The man just shrugged. I ran after Aeri, yelling his name. He stopped suddenly and I slammed into him. I heard Aeri make a grunt as I crash into him. We both fell down with a THUD!
Aeri looked up. "Fancy meeting you here," joked Aeri.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you," I apologized, getting up.
"Don't worry I love getting slammed into by the people I'm courting," jested Aeri. I looked at him as if to say, 'Are you serious?' and of course he wasn't because he was just kidding. Aeri and I stood up.
I noticed that he was at least a head taller than I was and I rather tall-especially for a girl. Some people think I'm some sort of giant, but of course that's not true; it's just that every elf is tall. Pak Islanders bring a new meaning to the word tall. Honestly, I think I would be considered short for a Pak Islander girl; tall for a human and maybe a elf.
"How are you?" asked Aeri.
Such a simple question pulled me away from my thoughts and I remember what I came over here for. "I'm fine. There's a man over by the training area who's said he's your uncle," I said, going to point to the man who said he was Aeri's uncle when I noticed he wasn't paying attention to that.
Aeri noticeably scrunched his eyebrows together. "Is he about this tall?" said Aeri, putting his hand to how tall he think the person he's talking about is-up to his ear.
"Yeah, he's that tall," I said. Wow, does he actually know who this person is? Is this person really Aeri's uncle? Or can he see-or tell, maybe he knows-what person I'm talking about? Does he actually know him?
"I'll be right back," said Aeri, walking away.
"Aeri-"
"Please don't interfere," begged Aeri, running away. I just stood there opened mouth, wondering what happened and what was going to happen. I decided to follow Aeri to where Aeri's supposedly uncle is.

***

~Burdon~

Seriously Tenter had to come here?! Out of all places why here?! I walked to the edge of the training area and I saw him. Tenter. I wanted to growl so badly, but I didn't. I walked up to Tenter. Tenter turned around and, surprisingly, outstretched his arms as if expecting a hug-which he won't get for obvious reasons.
"What are you doing here?!" I snapped.
"I came to see how my favorite nephew is doing," replied Tenter, with a wicked smile.
I rolled my eyes as if to say, 'Yeah right.'
"You don't believe me? Now that's so hurtful," said Tenter, pretending his feelings been hurt.
I rolled my eyes again as if I didn't care-which I really don't.
"Didn't your father teach you eye rolling is inappropriate for your rank?" asked Tenter, in a way that is mocking both my Father and I.
"Didn't anyone teach you that being evil is not good, it's bad?" I mocked back in the same tone.
"Didn't your father tell you it's rude to be a brat?"
"Apparently you didn't learn that you shouldn't be evil. You must of fallen asleep during that class," I snapped.
"Apparently you learn a lot of comebacks instead of manners. A shame really because you'll need them if you'll ever are going to rule."
"I rather have no manners at all than be evil like you," I snarled.
Tenter started to glare at me, which was hard because I am taller than Tenter. "You are nothing more than a spoiled brat!"
"And you are nothing more than a evil little vampire in a werewolf body."
Tenter made a little growl. I walked up closer so that we were eye-to-eye. I looked at Tenter straight in the eye without looking away; Tenter did look away, proving I was more alpha than him.
"You were never meant to be alpha because you are too weak to be one! The Alpha is suppose to be the most powerful, especially the alpha male, but you are not powerful enough to even lick the Alpha's shoes!" I snarled, with a little growl.
"You take that back right now, little boy!" growled Tenter.
"I'll pass," I responded, with a smirk. Tenter growled with frustration. "It must've been frustrating to Kronos-you were the son of a alpha male and yet you aren't powerful enough to lick the Alpha's shoes!"
"You think no one would challenge you once you are Alpha? Think again!"
"Please, I could definitely beat you," I said, rolling his eyes.
"What about people more powerful than you?"
I snorted. "Please there are only a few people more stronger than me and that doesn't include you."
"Who does that include?" asked Tenter, with a smirk.
"Like I'll tell you!"
"What about your father? Malhaw? Elimelech maybe? Are they the few people higher than you? Does that bother you?"
"Again like I'll tell you!"
"You don't trust me?"
"Please I distrusted you on sight even before I knew you were Shebna's-also known as She who renamed herself Næm, by the way-father. Even before I knew that you were Næm's father I distrusted you!"
"Why did you distrust me so?"
"I think you know why," I snapped.
"So I might know why, but why won't you tell me why?"
"Oh, shut up!" I snarled.
"Didn't your father teach you to respect your elders?" taunted Tenter with a smirk on his face.
"Didn't your father teach you that evil never wins?"
"You seem to be good with comebacks. How about we test your skills on the battlefield?" questioned Tenter, motioning to the sparring section of the training area.
"Nah, I won't fall for any of your tricks."
"Excuses, excuses. You'll just afraid I'll beat you, aren't you?"
"Someone wise once told me 'that anger is a poison, it's like you taking the poison and expecting the other person to die.'"
Tenter just kept on smirking for some odd reason. "Fine, but I promise you one day you and I are going to have a little battle," promised Tenter, as he ran away.
I glared after him, as if deciding if I should go after him or not. I decided it would be a waste of time. I walked back to the tent. My Father was standing outside of the tent, not looking very happy. "Where have you been?!" demanded my Father.
"Sparring-"
"For over five hours?!"
"I was sparring then I met you-know-who."
"What?! Are you okay?!"
"Yeah I'm fine."
My Father made a sigh of relief. "Are you sure you're okay?"
I nodded.
"Good."
We both walked inside the tent-my Father first then me. We both laid down on our beds and fell asleep.

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Question(s) of the chapter:
So, now that you have been inside the mind of sociopaths(excluding Burdon), how do you like/ dislike them? I, personally, don't particularly like writing this kind of stuff because I'm like 'whhhhaaattt????? why would you think about a person like this?' But maybe that's just me. Prove you are not a sociopath by writing down a comment in the comment section.

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