The loud stamp of boots from the streets is what first woke the youngest sibling, long platinum-gold locks clung to his forehead as he heard his brothers shuffling about the room. ``We need to get out of here.`` One of them spoke, he recognized Fredrick's calm and stern voice ringing through the room, his sensitive ears were being clouded with the march of the German army. ``But how? We were sentenced to be put in the army you know.`` His other brother, Alarik spoke up, he usually was never chilled to the bone, but Geron heard it, his brother was scared..