Celestia woke up screaming. Her mind warped by nightmares. She struggled to control her breathing, her forehead beaded with sweat. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She wished it were only a dream but instead it was her mind preparing her for what was yet to come. She woke up as a sword plunged into her chest. Her body felt bruised from the tossing and turning throughout the night. She had barely slept, too scared of her dreams.
Today she would prepare for the games. The Mockingjay had once been a sign of hope, but instead she turned on the Capitol, the ones who loved her most and the ones who brought her to fame. When she finally escaped the games she thought it only fair to put the Capitol in her situation. She knew how dangerous it was yet still she wanted us to wholly understand her pain. As Panem had been forced to give up their children aged twelve to eighteen. She was fair enough to not widen the age group. However it was thought she would is Snow's Granddaughter had not been of age. The selection was fixed as those who did Katniss most harm, their children were chosen. Nothing was given in return accept for loss and fear.
These games were to continue with the same name. They would be exactly the same: an interview, a chance to show their skills and gain sponsors but also a new, unknown and very dangerous game. The sponsors were under restrictions on what they could give. The new game makers were careful not to allow anyway out for the players, if they tried to kill themselves they would be medically attended or weapons would go blunt. There was no escaping, you had to truly win.
An alarm beeped, Celestia turned her head to see her clock turn four. It was still dark; a bird sung a string of notes before the sun was up preparing its morning tune. Celestia was normally greeted by her Grandfather or a maid. No-one came. Her slippers were not waiting beside her bed as usual. She put her toes against the wooden floor. She shuddered but pushed away her feelings knowing soon her whole body could be this temperature. She pulled on her robe and drained her glass of water from the night before.
Two men stood outside her door. They dressed head to toe in a white, durable outfit. Peacekeepers. They did not acknowledge her but followed her to the kitchen. She prepared a bowl of porridge and dressed it, when warm, in honey. She sat at the table, faced away from the Peacekeepers. She switched on the TV to find every channel boasting of the games. She turned it off and instead hummed a melody her mother used to sing.
"You have five minutes to change before we go, Snow." Said one of the Peacekeepers, she couldn't tell which one. Snow had always been her Grandfather, the one the Districts hated.
Celestia changed into a casual outfit. She had debated wearing one of her Capitol outfits, but feared that would spark an outrage and harm her chance of getting sponsors. She chosen to wear white jeans and an oversized t-shirt, she paired it with trainers. They were clothes she wore for comfort and an over baring metaphor of her innocence.
"Time to go, Snow."
First Hunger Games fanfic
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