Sylvia sat on the windowsill of the dining room, a mug of hot chocolate in hand, as she watched the sky slowly light up with the first tentative rays of dawn. She had only slept lightly for a few hours before waking up, and now she was sitting by the window watching the city rise from its equally restless slumber.
She had a big day today. Even though she had a plan, she was still a little worried. Apart from Berry, no other Seven girl had ever made it home before. She'd grown up seeing Seven's tributes die in an assortment of gruesome, painful ways, and really didn't want that same fate to befall her.
People think that she's some creepy weirdo, but even creepy weirdos get scared, too.
Despite the Fire Spirit whispering encouraging words to her, she couldn't shake that feeling of excitement-laced dread.
Her hands tightened around her mug as she took a sip.
Fire will be her salvation. If it all goes to plan, that is. She just has to be careful. Even if the arena works in her favour, she cannot afford to screw up.
Not only would she die horribly, but the Fire Spirit would never forgive her for leaving him.
She had to live so she wouldn't die, and she had to live so she could enact what the Fire Spirit wanted her to enact upon the Earth.
Hellfire.