The Convergence Creation Week 2017.
Day 7 - Endings.
There's a symphony of thunder and rain to the end scene of Thresh's life. There's the taste of mud in his mouth, and there's pain all throughout his body. There's an audience watching the life leave his body, and surely this makes quite the finale to the giant of a teenager, the sound track fitting, the death satisfying to all those watching eyes. Few will think of it as a beginning, though, the end of anything is the beginning to something – even if it is just the credits.
Surely no one would see this as an introduction. Even if to the credits, there is always some form of sequel to any ending. Who could guess that the young man meeting his demise so violently and traumatically within the Capitol's arena, would then open yet another, more extraordinary chapter in his life. His own shock shook him limb to limb as he awoke in a sea of water, surrounded by two islands and a bridge towering overhead. He's struggling in the water, coughing, dragging himself to shore. Stunned. Shaking. Alive.
The Convergence doesn't provide much in terms of social networks or contacts for Thresh; neither did his home world. It has provided life and second chances, a place away from the Capitol and their Games, from District 11 and its limitations. It provides a net of a new sort of safety. After eighteen-years he's placed his foot into the door of an entirely new aspect of society and lifestyle. He is a dead man walking, and he has been given an opportunity better than the situation of any of the living back in 11.
There are times at night where he lies awake, and stares at his ceiling, and wonders what he ever did in his life to deserve all of this, every aspect of it.
It's a few weeks after his initial arrival that the first major scene to kick off this new sequel to his life occurs. He's on an island of rain and clouds, the sky eerily resembling the location of his death. It's not him though, that loses his life this time; it's a woman. A stranger, with hair like fire, who tells him to run before running herself; the result is a dragon, from the belly of the nearby catacombs. It comes from the sky and carries her off – he doesn't see her again, not yet at least. Running from the beast, the dead woman, the dragon, he ends up back at that ocean and the bridge. Heart pounding, breathing quick. This is the day that for the first time, someone has given something to him without asking for anything in return. That placed his life above their own. That gave him worth.
It's the day that he finally figures out that this isn't some prolonged ending of his, but a totally new beginning.
Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.
A/N: A very quick and low quality drabble that I just wanted to get up. Since I'm not entirely happy with it, I probably will edit in the future and/or save this title for another, more professional work.