Another update! Third one today, I'm proud of myself right now. This update is very short, but I want to build up to events in the arena. I would love some ideas for chapter updates, so feel free to leave some comments! If you haven't read Training 1 and 2, please check them out! :D
Thanks for reading!
Don't risk it.
Esme's POV
The night passed quickly, though I didn't sleep. I don't think Edward did either. Everything just passed in a daze, going to breakfast, talking to Tiberius, getting prepared to enter the arena.
Irina didn't try to talk to me. She simply handed me the clothes and tied my hair into a simple braid. She didn't look at me except to make sure what I was wearing was right in the way she had wanted it to look. I was well prepared with a warm jacket, good strong boots and my waterproof jacket. Then she nodded slightly before giving me a forced, tight smile and sending me up the shoot into open air.
Piercing sunlight. Heat, and a lot of it, though there was a breeze coming in from somewhere East. When I could finally squint through the light I saw sand. Miles of open sand stretched out in front of us, with the cornucopia right in the middle of it. To either side of the strip of sand there was water. Sea water, judging by the smell of salt that hung in the air. Just beside each strip of sea, there was forest. I knew that's where I needed to be. The water only appeared to be a few feet deep, easy enough to get through. I briefly acknowledged the time left on the clock. Ten seconds left. I stared at the cornucopia, catching a glimpse of a backpack and a bow and arrow. They were within my reach. I could get them so easily without anyone even noticing.
I glanced to my right. Edward was looking around, eyes wide, but I could tell he was trying to stay calm. Beyond him I saw tributes frowning, some nodding, others not even looking around. Then the careers, all of them eyeing up the competition, eyeing up the rest of us tributes like we were being bought and sold as food. All except one. Carlisle was staring at Edward. Not Edward...I told myself. Me. Had he been watching me this whole time? I stared back at him, realising that he had been watching for my judgement on the arena. Whether or not that was good or bad, I was unsure.
And in the few final seconds I saw his lips move, forming three words. ''Don't try it.''
