I finally updated!

Medallion Birch POV

Death is inevitable. No point denying it. It's true. But we can avoid death. I don't know why our society doesn't. As a matter of fact, our society takes life, and destroys its very meaning.

I have thoughts like this every day. So it didn't shock me when this thought struck me on the elevator down to training.

I see Willow standing next to me, nervous. I reach my hand out to her and smile. She smiles back. I hope it's because of my hand, not my grin. I have the goofiest grin. Normally I wouldn't try to comfort someone in this scenario. I would just be giving them false hope after all. But Willow was different. We both had one major thing in common, something that no one else had. Dead sisters. We both had our society to blame for our sisters' deaths. Willow's sister, Orchid, died after a tree got chopped down and landed on her. The tree didn't kill her. After the tree fell she was still alive. But Orchid couldn't move from the waist down. She was executed the next day because she was useless in the eyes of the capitol. My sister, Ribbon, died the way I'm sure I'll die. The Hunger Games.

I remember her Hunger Games like it was yesterday: Ribbon's reaping was the saddest day of my life. She had walked up to the stage, scared half to death. She was taken from me to a terrible, strange, new world, the Capitol. Her costume was her, dressed like a lumberjack. Her training score was a 6. When the Games started she had ran straight from the cornucopia, and she escaped. The arena was an enormous, mountainous island. The Games went quick, Ribbon spent most of her time hiding, but at one point, the final nine she had been forced to kill. She was stuck; there was no escape from the massive male from 2. She tempted him, made him want to run to her, and then when he did she stepped to the side and tripped him. She had grabbed her axe (the one thing she had managed to take from the cornucopia) and threw it right at his head. She had had to kill when there was only seven left too. The girl from 5 had managed to corner her into a cave. Ribbon took out her axe and they both threw, Ribbon her axe, the girl from 5 her sword. At that point Ribbon lunged at the sword and caught it. The girl from 5 had dodged her axe, but when the sword came plummeting at the girl from 5 she was dead. The final four was where Ribbon was killed. I remember the final tributes: Ribbon, both from 1, and the boy from 10. Ribbon was trying to find a new hiding place when she was pushed. The boy from 10 was never one who had wanted to kill, but like Ribbon, he had had to at some occasions. And when he saw Ribbon, standing vulnerable by a cliff, he had pushed her. She had landed in the island's water, but living in 7 all her life, she had never learned how to swim. So now I think back and wonder if she, with the dark waves overcoming her, making everything look black, felt anything like me when the elevator lights went out and me and Willow plummeted 500 feet.

Willow Wood POV

When the elevator broke, I screamed. I felt like I was about to die, I feeling I had been feeling a lot lately. And whenever I felt that feeling it made me think of Orchid. And whenever I thought of Orchid, I cried. So there I stood, crying and screaming simultaneously, when I felt all the air get knocked out of my lungs. I hear a voice from the elevator intercom:

"Please relax," says a voice, "The Capitol is aware of your problem and is on its way to fix it. However, it may take up to many hours for us to fix it. So please wait patiently, the Capitol is on its way."

I stare at Medallion and an unspoken message passes between us. We will comfort each other. We begin to ask questions about the other.

"What is your favorite color?" he asks me.

"Blue. Yours?" I answer.

"Red." He replies.

"What is your favorite thing?" I ask him.

"Laughter," he answers, "What about you?"

It takes me a while to answer this one. I love many things, but what is my favorite? I think, what makes me happy? I loved my sister, but was se my favorite thing? Was she the greatest thing of all? I treasure music, but is it what I love most. Suddenly I know my answer.

"Happiness."

This goes on for a while, but I can tell at one point I've asked a deep question.

"What do you see when you look at a picture of your sister?" I ask. I always see a beautiful, sweet, kind girl, who means more to me than anything.

"I see a girl, whose life was taken unfairly," he answers, "What do you see?"

I tell him. Finally he asks the question we both knew we would have to ask at some point:

"How do you feel about your sister's death?"

Yup! That's my ending. This was going to be Training Day 1, but when I began to write, my writer's side took over and wrote this! next will be Training Day 1 though!