It's a new update and I don't have much to say. It's day fourteen, five tributes are still alive. The wraths of Poseidon and Aphrodite, earthquakes and extreme cold, ravage the arena. The reason that Aphrodite's wrath is cold because Hephaestus' was extreme heat, and I couldn't really think of one for her. Hope you enjoy!
Randon Hawthorne, D4
The ground trembles underneath my feet and arctic cold air lash my face. I stumble through the forest in a daze. Carsyn is gone. The moment I saw her face staring down at mine I felt anger and fearful. Most of all I felt like I had failed at something. I know that she would have had to die for me to win, but she was the granddaughter of Annie and Finnick. Annie helped my father start a new life in Four. The only reason I don't lay down and curl into a ball is because I am afraid that I would freeze to death.
The golden sword that fell from the sky radiates a small amount of heat. The small warmth gives me barely enough energy to keep walking. I ran out of food yesterday and only have a few sips of water left. Luckily it isn't snowing yet. I have personally never seen snow. Dad says that snow once saved his life. I'm not quite sure how snow could help save a life, but he said that Mrs. Everdeen could make anything into medicine. The ground shakes violently and I fall to the hard ground. My bones and muscles ache from the impact. I shakily open my pack desperately hoping to find something useful. The only things I have are two extra knives, empty water bottle, the deck of cards, and an empty plastic bag. I take the empty bag and through it away into a nearby bush. At least the plants seem to be coming back to life. I take the deck of cards and upon them up and shuffle them in my hands.
I randomly pull three cards from the deck. I am surprised to see that they are not the traditional cards that I see sailors play with at the first card shows a fishing boat in the ocean, the second one depicts a cornucopia overfilling with delicious foods and expensive possessions. The third card shows a conch shell. I look through the rest of the deck, but all of other cards are blank. Tired of the cards I pile them up along with some sticks and start to make a fire. As the flames start to spark up, the first snowflake I have ever seen falls from the gray sky and lands beside me.
Christian Shawn, D10
I spot Katrina lying on the ground with a small pool of blood surrounding her head. I rush over to her. I know that you are not supposed to try to wake a person if they are unconscious. I place her head in my lap and inspect the wound. Luckily it has stopped bleeding. The cut looks deep and there is a large knot. Flurries of snowflakes fall down from the sky and land in her raven black hair. I carry to a spot underneath a large oak tree. To my surprise I see a parachute fall from the sky. It lands a few feet away. The parachute has a first-aid kit inside of it.
I open the kit and am amazed at what I see. The medical supplies seem to be a lot more expensive than mine. I pull out some cream and rub it into the wound. I wrap some gauze around her head as well. I take out a syringe that is filled with a clear liquid. I don't recognize the serum, but I still inject it into her arm. Her sponsors wouldn't have sent it if it was going to hurt her. She gives a small moan as I plunge down the syringe. I look up hoping to find her awake, but instead her eyes are still closed.
If I don't make it back home, I hope that she does. She seems to be a nice person, she has helped me a lot in these games. This is my payment back to her. I look inside her pack. To my surprise, it holds a package of berries, wire, rope, iodine, a half full canteen, and a small book filled with edible plants. I am envious with all of the supplies that she has. All I have left is half a bottle of water, a few crackers, a blanket, and a large assortment of weapons that I got from my Ares pack. I take the book from her pack and put in mine. She already knows about edible plants, plus this is payment for me helping her. I notice then that she doesn't have a weapon. I leave a knife with her and wrap her up in the blanket. I don't know how she was in a fight and survived without a weapon. The snow starts to fall more heavily. We have blizzards in Ten, so I'm used to the cold. The ground trembles again under my feet. I hear a tree topple over and break in the distance. I gather my things and walk out into the whirling snow.
Witherly Frumpter, D11
How much colder could it get? Xander and I huddle together behind a large rock. The rock doesn't block much of the wind. Xander works tediously to start a fire, but with each spark the wind quickly blows it out. Snowflakes fall around chilling me to the bone. Thankfully we get a sponsors gift of a blanket. I'm guessing it's suppose to help keep the heat in. We wrap ourselves with the blanket and I snuggle close to Xander. His green eyes stare into mine. I lean in and whisper, "I love you," into his ear.
He kisses my cheek. Warmth spread throughout my face. Xander rubs his hands done my back. His touch makes me smile. I kiss heat swells through me. My heart races and the cold air seems to disappear for a second. Our lips part and the cold rushes back. I start to shiver uncontrollably. "Let's find a different spot," I whimper.
"I don't won't to get lost in the blizzard and lose you." He says back.
"We have a compass,"
"Do you know how to use it, because I don't,"
"No," I reply back sadly.
"The day should be close to over," He says trying to cheer me up.
The ground begins to tremble violently. A deep crevasse cracks across the ground. It's about five feet deep and three feet across. It's just big enough to hold two people. I take Xander hand and pull him into the crevasse. We are both safe from the wind and only a few flakes of snow make it into the crack. We cuddle together wrapped in the blanket trying to find warmth.
Xander Freamur, D11
The snow has quit falling but the ground still shakes periodically. I keep watch as Witherly gets some sleep. I doubt anyone will find us in here though. The snow outside must be at least a foot deep. The anthem blared across the arena. The seal of Panel illuminates the sky, no faces are shown. There are still five of us left.
I look over at Witherly as she sleeps. Nomatter what she has to make it home. Her family needs her to come back home. I need her to go back home. The setting sun casts shadows across the cave wall. It reminds me of the Girl on Fire. Of how she tried to give the Districts hope, and almost overthaew the Capitol. Snow died twenty-seven years ago at the age of ninety-six. President Linough Took his place. The Girl on Fire and her boyfriend give me hope. Hopefully the Capitol will see that I truly love Witherly unlike those two. Maybe they will let us both win. The games have had a total of one hundred twenty eight victors. Only fourty nine are still alive. The youngest Victor of all time was Finnick Odair at the age of fourteen. In the 104th games a fourteen year old girl won but she was three months older than Finnick. Ironically, Annie Crests holds the record of oldest Victor. She was nineteen when she won her game, she has her birthday during the games. She is the oldest Victor alive now at the age of seventy six. District Eleven has had a total of thirteen victors, and Twelve has had only five. It's weird how these games have shaped our lives.
So this chapter is done. I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I gave a little bit of background of victors in Xander POV. How do you feel about what Christian did?I hope to update soon. Expect death in the next one. Who do you think it will be? Thanks for reading!