The young girl was running. She was fast and small, able to meander through a confusing path, whilst her larger pursuers were shaken off. All except one. The red headed girl from district 4 was more than a match- and gaining fast. The girl began to feel the fear, like a frozen blanket stifle her.
"Think. Think. What did my mentor say?"
He was an intelligent man, neither fast, nor strong. But clever. That was how he won the games. She could hear his voice even now, calm, urgent, yet still nervous.
" Find your enemies weaknesses. It's no use trying to be better than them at something they've trained at for years. A talent might be unusual, but there's a time for everyone."
That was it. What was she good at? Standing still would not do much good here. She would need to use her brain. An idea occurred to her. Up ahead, was a pit. on the other side, a tree. easy to climb.
She took the bow and arrow and a piece of rope she had in her pocket, and rigged up a trap. Then she sprinted over to the tree. She did not have to wait long.
As the career came tearing round the corner, the girl pretended to be frantically trying to climb the tree. The career slowed, a triumphant smile on her face. As she drew nearer, the district 3 girl turned suddenly, and threw a rock to trigger her trap. The arrow fired, barely missing the now wary career.
In the time it took to gather her senses, district 3 had climbed the tree, and hauled the bow and arrow up with her using the other half of the rope.
"Oh crap."
District 4 fled, followed by a volley of arrows. One struck her in the leg, causing her to yelp with pain, but she did not stop until the strange little girl from district three was far, far behind her.