Notice that I changed the rating from T to M so that should be a HUGE hint to you that the next chapter or so may contain smut and lemons *hint hint*

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I don't know how long I ran and I didn't even pause when I heard Wren stop, cursing when he twisted his ankle, I just kept on running until my lungs felt like they could burst, until I had felt safe. No not safe I corrected myself out of immediate danger there was no such thing as safety. I had left most of my supplies in a natural hollowed out root about 2 miles from the river and even though Wren had most likely doubled back to where Sapphire had died to retrieve whatever stuff that the boy hadn't cleaned out already I took the long way just to be safe. My thought wandered to the boy no man I corrected he looked more like a man then a boy and he was intensely attractive now that I think about it. I wonder if he had taken their supplies and gotten the hell out of there. If he hadn't he was an absolute idiot but he didn't strike me as that type. I wonder if had gotten his bow back…. My thoughts drifted from person to person people like my mom or my grandfather popped up unbidden into my mind. I thought about them some but most of my thoughts were centered on Finnick no matter how much I tried to avoid them.

I made a loop around and made it back to the willow just as the anthem started to play. I could see Sapphire projected in the sky but nobody else. I turned around and was met with the cold tip of an arrow pressing into the tip of my nose. "you gonna kill me" I asked "no" he said simply "I want an alliance" I raised my eyebrow "you have a really weird way of showing it" He simply smiled and said "just making sure you weren't planning on lodging one of those knives into my head" I grinned. He un-notched the arrow and stuck out his hand which I took. "Now" he said "I need your help".

He led me up the mountain and past the area where I heard the scream. He stopped next to an uprooted tree and stepped backward and… disappeared? I leaned in and saw a hole dropping who knows how many feet. Instead of going the adventurous way I decided to simply scoot my way over the edge. I didn't fall far maybe 5 ft at the most but I had a rocky way down trying not to hit all of the roots and rock protruding from the top of their little hideout.

My skin tingled I trusted this guy to a degree but this whole place reeked of the games. When tree's normally uprooted they didn't leave these nifty completely convenient little caves that were the perfect size for a few people. The whole fakeness of it all made my skin crawl. I was quickly distracted however by the horrendous sight in front of me. A little boy maybe 14 years old at the most with his shirt torn in several places probably to help cover his horrible wound. There was a deep slash from just above his midriff to the bottom of his hip.

I dropped next to him to exam his wound. It was pretty deep and the edges were irritated and enflamed there was a lot of crusted blood which indicated heavy blood loss. The edges of the cut were straight and clean almost like it had been done by a sword. "Who did this?" I asked the boy softly, he looked up into my eyes and what I saw broke my heart. The poor boy looked in pain and not to mention completely terrified "Wren" he said so softly I could barely here him at all.

I looked up at the mystery man "I need some fresh water and some yarrow if you can find it." He doesn't say a word just nods and leaves. I start shredding the lower half of my shirt and extract a handful of gooseberries and hand it to them. I let him finish before I start talking "so what's your name?" I asked as I start stacking strips of fabric on my backpack.

"Rory" he manages to mumble out before he crams another handful of berries into his mouth scrunching his nose slightly at the sour tang. My shredding complete I sit back on my heels and study him intently noticing the similarities in him and his brother. They both have olive skin, grey eyes, and black hair and the same thin lips but whereas mysteries boys are pressed into a hard thin line Rory's are soft and curved with his young age.

My heart aches for him and his future or lack thereof and I feel like weeping from the loss of his innocence so I distract myself by asking another question. "Are you two brothers?" My tone is light and conversational despite the current situation where in. "Yup" he say popping the P before launching the last berry into his mouth with a contented sigh.

I'm interrupted before I can say anything else by mystery man dropping his way down with an unsettling ease. I spend the next hour cleaning and dressing the wound carefully while they chatter aimlessly all the putting on jackets and sharpening weapons and by the time I'm finished Rory's asleep and mystery man is perched on one of the roots letting him look up at the sky.

"I'll take first watch" I nod "wake me up when it's my time" I go over to one of the corners as far away from both of them as I could possibly be. I settle on the soft, warm earth that's quickly cooling with the air and will myself to fall asleep.

It's that night the dreams start.

Sooo any idea who this mystery man is and what these dreams are about, I'll give you a hint there not nightmares and they star someone veryyyyy salty.

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