Katniss
I fix my braid, ensuring that my ears are covered and hidden from view. I don a clean dress and discard my hunting clothes in the corner of my room before making my way out into the tavern.
Humanity is such a simple race. They come to the tavern to drink and waste away till anything is amusing and poor judgment seems to become good decisions. However I must spend my time among them, I need to find one who is braver and more courageous than all the rest. The one who can sway the humans into action, and who can lead them to a battle. And one who is inherently good. Without this one human my race will not survive.
They find such entertainment in the stories Haymitch tells of my people. All true naturally, from what I have told him of my people. Haymitch is one of the rare humans who had been chosen by an elf as a partner and lover. Maysilee Donner had seen the good in humanity and in Haymitch and had loved him deeply. Anger burned within me at the thought of the wicked warlock, Snow and how he along with his minions had killed Maysilee and so many others in their quest to gain power over my people.
They took the peace and tranquility of magic and turned it into a hateful thing fueled by anger. They have disgraced everything sacred to us elves and for what? For their own selfish ambitions and lust for power. It is sickening.
I make my way through the tavern, a scowl always gracing my features except when I allow my features to morph into a small smile while talking to customers. Haymitch says I have the personality of dirt, he's joking of course, but he says that my smiles are better for business. Since I owe him so much already I can manage such a simple task for him. The humans' reactions to me are more than amusing. My grace and beauty do not go unnoticed but they cannot quite comprehend that I am more than human. The men stare, eyes wide and mouths hanging loose, and the women glare and adjust themselves as I pass, self-conscious for reasons they do not fully understand.
The drinks are flowing tonight and the men's tongues grow looser with every sip. Haymitch, drink in hand, makes his rounds chatting with the regular customers. I stand behind the bar, pouring a few glasses of ale before making my way to the different tables waiting for drinks. A feeling of unease comes over me and I realize it is the feeling of being watched. A feeling I am not unused to, a pair of brilliant blue eyes always manage to seek me out from the dark corner of tavern. Their owner is a mystery, no one in town knows who he really is. He appears only every now and then, I assume he is a drifter. Wandering between towns and villages, coming and going as he pleases. He speaks very little and never of anything of consequence.
He sits silently in the corner, his hood pulled to shade his face. I make my way to his table and lean forward to meet his gaze.
"Can I get anything for you stranger?" Stranger, the simple name I had to settle upon because he would not give me a name by which to call him.
"Another ale if you have the time." A sweet smile plays upon his lips, brightening his blue eyes. For a human he is exceptionally attractive, curly golden locks, eyes unnaturally blue, tall and extremely well built. Yes there is something nearly beautiful about him.
"Careful there stranger, anymore ale and you might find your lips loose enough to tell me who you really are." I tease.
A quiet laugh escapes his lips. "It would take more than two glasses Miss. Abernathy."
"Call me Katniss." I call over my shoulder as I return to the bar to grab a glass of ale.
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"Hey sweetheart. Any news?" Haymitch calls across the tavern after locking the front doors.
Every morning I got out hunting in the woods. I gather game and plants to make it legitimate, but the real reason I go out is to contact my best friend Gale. He keeps me informed of any changes in the fate of our people. So far Snow seems to be merely gathering his army to secure his victory. I can feel the pressure building daily to find the human who will be able to sway the rest into action, the one to convince the humans to fight for a race that they believe to be only a legend. Snow's army grows greater everyday and my parent's magic can only protect our people for so long. Time is running out and yet I feel as though I am no closer to finding him.
"The usual Haymitch. Time is running out. Everyday Snow grows stronger and everyday I seem to make no progress." I sigh and find myself collapsing into the nearest chair.
"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll find 'im." Haymitch says as he continues to clean all the dirty cups from the evening.