CHAPTER TWO
((Caleb will be featured in chapter 3))
There was something exquisite about the garden Angel loved, she was always there no matter what the weather. At the ending of the big and gorgeous garden was a hefty sized cascade gushing from the cliff face above with white marbled brick tiles carefully placed in a semi-circular fashion to contain the water, whilst the rest of the water travelled to a nearby lake by underground means. At the middle point of the garden were two large cherry blossom trees standing large and proud with Moonflowers scattered in a ball surrounding both of their trunks.
Angel sat on the lone stone bench near the waterfall, swinging her young little legs back and both singing to a tune she listened to at breakfast with her father. She paused as she heard the echo of the birds whistling the same melody she had just hummed. She turned her head into the direction of the mockingjays before whistling a new tune, a tune she helped create in the last Hunger Games, they then copied that tune.
She arose from the bench and felt the ground beneath herself, before gently lowering herself onto it. She crawled just barely forwards where the splashes of water lightly sprayed her young thin face. That was enough to tell her not to go any further than where she was. She ran her fingers through the short fresh grass before she stopped instantly.
"I told you not to get too close" He picked her up and placed her back onto the seat, restoring her white cane into her palm. "If I see you anywhere near that waterfall again you will be banned from the grounds! You understand?" His voice was slightly more serious that he wished to use but she simply nodded.
"I HATE YOU" She removed his hand from her arm and arose. With her cane in her hand, she tapped the concrete surface and followed the tapping until it ceased. She turned to her left and tapped before she walked, hearing the tapping of the concrete once more she followed the path all the way to the house whilst her father remained. Instead of following, he placed his head into his palms before hearing the door slam behind her. It was then he turned as the sound of heels clonked their way up the garden path behind him. It was his wife.
"Don't" He sighed, turning his head from her and to the ground.
"She knows her boundaries out here Seneca" Sylvia Crane was crimson in the face.
"I know Sylvia" He exhaled loudly. "I looked through the window and couldn't see her" He paused for a short moment. "I panicked".
"Just go back inside and apologise to her" Sylvia took a moon flower and placed it straight into her hair. "Funny things moon flowers" She smiled before taking a seat beside Seneca. "At day Moonflowers wilt as if they die, and by night...that's when they're truly alive" She fondled the flower before taking it out. "Reminds you of anyone?" She arose to her feet and left him alone before turning once again. "Moonflowers are never alone, when you find one, there will always be another close by" And this time she trotted down the path and into the house.
He arose and dusted himself down before noticing the picked flower Sylvia just wore. He paced over to the waterfall and dropped it upon the rippling surface until it dispersed. He turned to the home with a grin and headed down the path and in he went.
"What's the matter with you?" Sylvia questioned.
"Lets just say that you have given me a great idea for the next games" He kissed her forehead. "They will never see this coming"