My Little Minion

by iloverueforever

"For this years Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the youngest children can be torn from their families, each tribute will have a "minion," A girl from the ages 2-8 entered with them. This girl will be reaped on reaping day as well as the two tributes. Two little girls from each District. The daughters of victors. If you die the child dies with you and vice versa."

37. Train Rides: Secret Caverse, Anabella

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-Soph

Secret Caverse's POV

"Are you ok?" I ask Ember, who sits in her chair staring out the window.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine, what about you?"

"You know as good as can be regarding the situation." I say laughing a bit. Ember laughs to but then she goes back to being in control.

"I know exactly what you mean.." Ember says. She glances over at the two sisters cuddled together on the end of the couch. "What do you think about them?"

"It's sad that their sisters," I say automatically. "Must be hard on the parents."

"I hear ya." Ember says giving me a small smile.

"Who do you think our mentor will be?" I ask suddenly.

"I don't know." Ember says with a sigh. She glances back over at the little girls, and the corners of her mouth turn into a frown. "It's just not fair, how such young girls had to be picked." She says. "I can't stand to see them hurt," She says her green blue eyes glistening with tears.

"I hear ya."I say causing Ember to shoot me a weak smile.

"One winner then.." She says taking a deep breath.

"One winner." I repeat suddenly aware of her words. She's trying to tell me that she'll do anything to win.

"Me too…" I whisper not even sure if I mean the words coming out of my mouth.

Anabella Maths's POV Age 3

Isabella's strong arm around my shoulder, comforts me and I find myself snuggling into her body, trying to get warm .Not only is it freezing in this compartment, but the fact that I'm only wearing a thin dress makes it worse. I try to hide my discomfort and open my mouth to talk, as usual Isabella gets there first.

"Ana, we have to stick together, okay?" She asks me.

"Through what?" I ask innocently, causing Izzy to sigh and plant a kiss on the crown of my head.

"Through the Hunger Games," She whispers. I cock my head to the side, eyes full of curiosity.

"The what?"

"The Hunger Games, Mommy and Daddy will see us, but we won't see them." She says her brown eyes tearing up.

"Izzy, why are you crying?" I ask reaching a small hand up to my sisters face.

"I'm not," She says giving me a weak grin and then squeezing my hand. "I'm just nervous…" She trails off. I don't bother to ask why, because I have a feeling she won't tell me, so I just rest my head on her shoulder and lull myself to sleep.