Forced Apart - Clato Fanfic.
-Chapter One. Final Farewells.
I stirred in my bed as the sunlight gleamed through a small crack in my curtains, the silk sheets slid across my skin as a turned under them. I soon noticed the absence of the ambient sound that usually filled the air of District 2, the stonework over in the quarries. I knew that people would still be in bed, crying, cuddling and preparing for the reaping at 2pm. I kicked the duvet off me as I got up. Pulling on some clothes that I had worn the day before, It was time for some last minute training.
I picked up my bag of swords and spears, hurling them over my shoulder and carrying them with ease, I slipped down the stairs and out of my front door, closing it noiselessly behind me. I turned right and headed towards the training center, it was right in the heart of district two. Hidden well, so that no Captiol visitor would stumble over it accidently, of course they knew about it, everybody knew about it.
I entered the building, a big place, rustic on the outside, nothing special, It lacked a certain grandeur on the outside. I walked into a large training area, The room had a high ceiling and various weapons and dumbies placed around the room, there were odd pieces of clothing all over the place from where other trainee's had abandoned them late last night. It was gone 2am before I left; It was still pretty full then. I dropped the bag on the floor, creating the sound of metal hitting metal, Wincing, I looked around to see if I had attracted any attention. but no one was around.
I pulled out a well worn sword that I'd been sharpening earlier on, Holding the handle in my hand, I closed my eyes and took a breath, letting it become an extension of himself. I started to swing it effortlessly, If there was one thing I could do, one thing I could count on to survive, It would be my sword skills. I was okay with throwing knives and spears, but if you wanted to see me shine, giving me a sword was the way.
I heard a door bang in the building, my guard was immidiately up, My ears listening for any acute sound. The small pattering footsteps immediately suggested it was Clove, my partner in crime. Well, my training buddy. We both started training on the same day, 4 years ago. I put off training for the first year, I wasn't ready to face the fact, I could die so young. When I reached 13 I saw why training was necessary I didn't have to die. She'd always been good with knives, ever since she started. She is the one who suggested that I use a sword. She was my best friend, as far as friends came, I didn't really have time for them.
I knew for certain it was here before I could see it, just because of the knife I saw entering the door, landing straight in the vital zone on the target. "What a surprise, Right on target." he laughed as she entered, bowing. He walked over to her, embracing her slightly, "You okay, It's reaping day.. this could be your year." he smiled. Of course she was okay, They both were, "Ready as I'll ever be." she replied in her sweet voice.
Their pleasant mood was interrupted by a loud claxon resonating through the whole of the district, this was the sign to gather in the square for the reaping to start. It was standard procedure in every District in Panem "Well, I guess this is Goodbye," I turned to Clove, surveying her petite face for, what could be, the last knew what I meant. It was clear that one of us was going this year, either through being picked or volunteering. Taking as much tesserae as possible had it's advantages to us who trained. I winked at her. "Good Luck, and May the odds be ever in your favour." I was being sincere, If she did go in the games, I couldn't watch her die. I'd seen her grow. I couldn't watch her become nothing.