Daily uploads from now on. It'll happen. Definitely
I've also decided to add an epilogue for the twenty-four tributes in the 75th Games, mostly about their death.
9th Games: Margret Strathborne, District 4, age 16
When she sees the addition to this year's arena she realizes she has a chance. A ring of deep water, forty yards across surrounds the pile of weapons and food in the centre and it doesn't take long for the few of them who can swim to battle it out for a winning position. Teaming up with her district partner, they take down all-comers though it costs Joachim his life, and before nightfall she is the lonely queen of the island. Even when the three remaining boys on the other side of the water team up she still has the advantage; if any of them could swim well they would have been here already and she can outlast them if they wait too long.
She knows they'll probably try a night attack so she waits for the sun to set before sitting right in the open, a weighted net and a pile of light spears by her side, and letting her head droop in the softer moonlight.
None of them are capable swimmers and the frantic splashing would have woken her even if she had nodded off, but she waits for the leader, the dark-skinned boy from Eleven to pant ashore before launching her first throw.
He's too tired to dodge and collapses so that her net takes the next one around the head, weights slapping against his face until her other spear enters him. Just like spearing fish back home.
The third is still ten yards out in the water so she throws the net over his shadowed head and waits for him to sink while the tears stream down her face. She can go home, the children of her district, orphaned by the severe spring storms, will have food for the next year. And she will dream of drowned, bloody corpses for the rest of her life.
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After so many years of watching children from her district offer themselves up to fight and often die, she follows in their footsteps. Her three children and her only grandson are already dead, gone to be with the rest of her family, executed all those long years ago.
All these years of plotting and scheming and fighting, the will to survive that got her through her Games, and through the decades of mentoring has run dry. It's time for her to move on and let the younger generations take up the burden of their cause.
When the fog comes for her she sees it as a blessing. There are many worse deaths she could suffer.
