Valerian began to walk away from the rest of the orphans. They weren't like him - most of them had known their family beforehand and had actual feelings of resentment towards one party or the other. Of course, his parents too did die in front of his eyes but he could not remember much of them. He was too young. He chuckled at this thought - an 11-year old thinking that they were too young to understand something; the older orphans might berate him for still being too young. Still, he didn't feel an attachment to the other orphans.

He'd often leave at random points to just get away from it all, and this was as ample a time as any. Not paying any attention to calls behind him, if any, Valerian would wander away from the group. Of course he'd return; he'd have to. He found the allure of nature better than the company of others, and in his mind he was headed to a forest. One that had been overcome by nature: untamed and free.