I see a hovercraft gently lower something in the middle of the arena. It's pounds of food. Claudius Templsmith's voice booms, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen the rules of the feast are quite simple everyone must attend. Weapons must not be taken to the feast or the tribute shall be electrocuted. Also, no fighting may ensue until the feast is over. I know some of you will be declining my offer, but make no mistake your trackers will blow up unless you are within the boundaries of the feast by noon. That is all."

Dune and I look at each other I say, "We must go now or we'll be blown up." He nods and agrees. We hide our weapons in a hollow part of a tree.

We run as fast as we can to the sanctuary of the feast lines before someone can kill us. When we are there I see Percy, who I glare at and want to strangle with my bare hands. I have never hated someone more in that moment then him. I see the last straggler trying to make it the Cornucopia before he blows up.

My eyes are wide open I look at what was once the boy from District Seven. The Gamemakers killed him just because they could, to make an example.

On the table there is food. Everyone quietly eats their fill and I see Percy freak out the 12 year old from District Three I go over and I try to break it up. He just sneers at me and continues stuffing his face while the girl, Terra smiles gratefully at me.

I don't want to get close to her like I did with Ruby, because I don't know if I could handle another friend's death in the arena. I kind of push at the food not knowing if they poisoned it or did something to harm us.

I watch everyone else eat it watching for any effects of poisoning. I wait for a half hour and nothing seems to be happening I eat some of the bread. Then I just get enough so I won't be hungry, then I slip some in my jacket's pockets; I have a feeling I'll need it later. The food rapidly grows cold probably due to the weather.

Eventually, we get another announcement. "The feast is over now fighting may be allowed." I get over my shock quicker than most people and flee the area. Dune is hot on my heels. I try to find my bag, but I can't. I look desperately around and then I see Dune has it.

He throws it to me I catch it and whisper, "Thanks." I start to run; I run faster than I have ever have in my life. It seems when it all boils down I seem to always be running.

I think I have run about two miles when we stop. I stop and bend over to catch my breath.

We ran the opposite way after we got our stashed supplies, into the swamp. The ground is moist and my footprints fill with water whenever I put my foot down. The heavy clothing suited for the mountains is starting to become very burdensome. I feel a slight sweat creeping up my neck. What lurks in this swamp?

Bugs buzz around my ears annoying me. The air is thick and humid. Soon enough Dune and I shed our thick jacket and pants, rolling up the thermal underwear so it's less hot. I've adapted to the cold climate for the past week that the heat is a shock to me. We walk a little farther and forced to stop when stagnant water surrounds the land.

Faced with the decision to brave the water or stay on our little peninsula of sorts. We decide on the second choice assuming that the Gamemakers will herd us together like cattle.

I offer to take the first watch when the anthem booms and the faces of the girls from Three who I tried to protect the girl from Nine and the boys from Seven and Eight flash across the sky. I feel a pang of sadness for the 12 year old. She shouldn't have died she should have grown old and had a family.

We may have this last day of peace, but when we fight I will fight on my feet honorably like an avenging angel from heaven.

I quickly fall asleep when Dune takes my watch. My peace doesn't last long before I wake up to screams.

AN:/ Thank you for all the reviews. Final showdown is starting who will win? What were the screams she heard? ~Nightlock