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A Tracker Jacker nest. That's all it took. Some stupid hybrid wasp. I should have run faster, should have tried harder, should have looked up.
8 painful stings and I'm seeing things. The trees and rocks grow taller as I look around. Snakes that were once harmless vines hiss at me, watching with beady eyes. Through the fear that courses through my veins I feel stabbing pains all over my body. More Tracker Jackers have come to finish me off.
As I slip away from consciousness my last thought is, There are much worse ways to die.
I awake on the shore of the lake in the arena. I feel lighter on my feet as I near the water.
I feel the cool water on my hands before realizing I am just mist, a lonesome image. Somehow, this does not surprise me.
The sounds of a battle rage on in the forest, but the tranquil sound of the small waves lapping at the shore calms me. Whatever feelings were not left in my senseless body are washed away with each wave.
A faint breeze picks up, sending me to the middle of the lake.
A group of tributes runs out of the woods, and for a moment, they see me, and their eyes widen. But their eyes are deceiving them, for all I am is just a fading glimmer on the water.