So! Here's the Interviews! I decided last-second to split this chapter into two parts, sorrynotsorry. I just saw that it was getting too long, so here we are!
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In Forest of Death: The 54th Hunger Games, my only remaining tribute, Atalanta, has made the Top 11, having been confirmed to survive Day 11 (at least to the death recap). And things are getting CRAAAAAZYYYYYY! Check it out!
Also, the author of Forest of Death, TranscendentElvenRanger, has opened up submissions for Toxic Play: The 55th Hunger Games. You can find more info on her profile.
Also! Though she's not technically in the Games, in Make Me a Match: The 125th Hunger Games, my D2 Female, Bellona Terminus, is, well… still in the Selection, I suppose. You'll understand it better if you check it out!
Cassia Maurise, Age 18, District 2
District Two Female, Sixth Quarter Quell
"Ladies and gentlemen of Panem, the stars in this year's Summer Festival! We've trained them, scored them, and paraded their legacy. But now it's time to read the stories behind the cover of their District faces. Let's give a hearty round of applause for ooooooouuuuuuur trrrrrrrriiiiiibuuuuuuutesssss!" There's a smattering of applause, and the techs back stage begin to usher us out. Malaya goes first, Marcus following a moment after. Then I'm showed to the stage.
I'm hit hard with the sound of thunder, accompanied by the brightness of a lightning strike. The bitter-sweet scent of a million perfumes flows through the air. Still not as bad as the Parade, though.
I look around, seeing the Ones still walking up to their seats. My face is being projected behind them, on the massive screen that makes up the whole wall to their backs. As I watch, Mason's appears, pumping his fists in the glory of it.
I take the seat beside Marcus, who ignores my presence. He's staring out into the crowd, smiling and waving, Malaya doing the same. I bare my teeth at them before raising my fists for the crowd. I think the cheering grows louder.
Mason sits down on my left, in a tailored suit of grey and black. His hair is slicked back, his eyes bright. He takes no notice as I glance at him, the way he acts like he's already won. As much as I have to respect his bravery for Volunteering, he isn't Brutus. He isn't Rage, or Scream. He's not a Victor, though he'd kill me for mentioning it. He won't be the next Two Victor.
Not if I have a say.
The girl from Seven walks out as the cheering begins to die down, and Julius laughs again. "Yes! Let's hear it for Malaya! Marcus! Cassia! Mason! Infiniti! Cordin! Esmeralda! Jasper! Devon! Darius! Jetta! Aran! Kenzi! Logan! Tulle! Henry! Harvest! Thanatos! Cheyenne! Denny! Willow! Thorn! Keola! Soot! Rebelle! Aaaaaand, Sparky!" The cheers erupt again, getting quiet as the boy from Thirteen, the youngest in the Games this year, takes his seat.
Julius stands, talking about last-minute chances for the tributes, hoping to catch reaction shots from those of us who don't have such good survival odds. Currently, I'm at 4-1, like Mason. And they have the audacity to predict me second. I'm sorry, but no.
As I wait for Julius' bluster to just end, I can't help but fiddle with my dress. Before the Games, I was always forced to wear my training gear. I had simply no other choice. Clothes as nice as the bright red dress, my arms actually bare for once, my form showing from the tightness of it all, is an accommodation foreign to me. The black lace choker around my neck is extremely constricting, and I have to fight the urge to rip it off.
I imagine the black makeup around my eyes, the deep red lipstick, and nearly curl my face in disgust. My hair is up, silver pins keeping it in place, tipped in rubies. A few stray curls of auburn hang on either side of my head, but I'm fine.
"Now, let's welcome to the stage, Malaya Garnet!" The crowd erupts as my ally from One stands, her long dress peach colored, her orange hair braided around her hair like a crown, studded with flowers made out of the gem that is her namesake. A garnet brooch of the same shape is pinned to her chest.
"Malaya! How are you, my dear, how are you?" Julius' speech is light, yet heavy with accent. He leans forward as Malaya takes her seat, looking eager. I must admit, she is beautiful. That should hopefully keep us supplied until it's time for her to die. Like the rest of them.
She gives her little laugh. "Well, Julius, I'm afraid I couldn't be better! I've never seen a place as beautiful as this, it's so nice to have a change in scenery." She laughs again, and Julius plays along.
"Oh, yes, my home is quite beautiful, isn't it folks?" He looks out to the crowd, and they cheer. I can't see anybody through the lights, and I wonder if Malaya and Julius can. "What has interested you the most thus far, my dear?"
Her smile brightens. "Oh Julius, have you even seen the people here? There are so many colors, such wonderful fashion trends and ideas! I mean, I saw a few women with bird cages on their heads!"
Julius laughs. "Yes, yes, an idea thought up by the President himself." The crowd cheers. "But really, enough about my home, Malaya. What about you? How's your family at home? Are they worried about you being in the Games?"
"Oh Julius, I think you underestimate my capabilities. My parents are proud of me for representing the District in this year's Games, and when I become Victor, District One will know glory like it hasn't in years. I. Will. Win."
"Oh, I love your enthusiasm, Ms. Garnet. May luck be by your side, carrying you through the Games."
"Oh, I don't need luck Julius. I'll be back to talk to you again in a few weeks." The buzzer goes as she finishes, and she allows Julius to kiss her cheek before she stands, blushing. She flows back to her seat, a smile on her face.
"Now dear Marcus, why don't you come on down here!" Marcus stands from beside me, buttoning his white tuxedo. There's a wave of sound, like women fainting. He fixes his golden tie, a match to his hair and eyes. His eyes are filled with confidence, his stature and stride calm and relaxed. He's from District One, after all.
"So Marcus, let's get to the point. How do you feel going into the games?" Julius asks. Marcus shrugs.
"I'm confident, of course. But I hope I can last." He answers.
Julius nods slowly, "And, how do you feel about your family?" he asks.
"I want to go home to them, but if I don't make it, they can handle themselves. They're strong." Marcus replies, again. Julius seems slightly worried at this point. These aren't the answers he was looking for.
"Do you have any loved ones at home, any girls?" he pushes.
Marcus looks at him, giving him a small stare. "No… I don't." The audience gives a small sigh of relief. I know what happened to many Victors, like the Xerces siblings, or Finnick Odair. It's no secret among the Career Districts, and Marcus fits the bill.
"What about that nine in training?" Julius tries.
"It really isn't that impressive. I'm one of four to get one. I'm just going to have to prove in the Arena that I deserved a higher score." The monotone voice he's using isn't to Julius' liking, and I'm sure he's relieved when the buzzer finally sounds.
As Marcus sits down, face stony, I hear Julius calling my name. I stand slowly, bowing to the cheering crowd below me. I'm a Two. I scored a ten. I better act like it.
I glide down the steps, Julius holds out his hand. I accept it when I reach him, and he guides me down to my seat.
I still can't see the audience from here, but I can see the Victors' viewing box. Moara's up there, drunk to the hilt. I couldn't have asked for a more useless mentor.
"Cassia Maurise! What a pleasure it is to have you here on my stage! Such a pleasure, of course!"
I cock my head slightly, allowing a smile to creep across my face. "Well, Julius, the pleasure is all mine, for sure. Not everybody gets to speak with you here, and even fewer give you the honor of speaking to a future Victor. I'm more than happy to provide that for you." I smile again, and he laughs.
"Oh, and we all thank you so much for this given opportunity. Tell me though, Cassia. We all watched with baited breath as you Volunteered. Didn't we?" The crowd's cheers arise again, and Julius laughs harder. "Seriously, though… Cassia. What prompted you to Volunteer, exactly?"
I smile as the answer forms on my lips, the hours of interview lessons with Roz giving my face an expression of dream-like bliss. "It's always been a bit of a dream of mine, and now it's a reality and it still feels so... surreal, but I'm loving it!"
"And we're glad you're enjoying your experience! We, here in the Capitol, are super excited to have you. But Cassia. You're not here to our beautiful city, you're here to compete, yes?" I give a small nod, and he continues. "Cassia, why are you here? What, exactly, are you planning to do, should you win?"
"I'm sure you'll have to find out for yourself Julius." I wink, "After all, I'll be the third Victor from Two in a row. I won't be fading from your eye for a great while, I think." As much as I've hated the idea, I came to terms with the fame a while ago. I'll likely be on everyone's lips until the next Quell.
"Cassia, you tease! What about the Arena? The Games?"
"That's something you'll have to see too. My weapons are ready to fly, and the twenty-five children behind me each have their name on one of my blades." I smile, imagining the faces of some of the younger tributes. Julius just laughs.
"Well, I'm sure we'll be speaking again, Ms. Maurise."
Tulle Salane, Age 15, District 8
District Eight Female, Sixth Quarter Quell
"Let's have another round for Mason Lepodolite! Yes!" The crowd roars as the boy from Two stands, but I have to shudder. His description of how he was going to murder any tribute who stands in his way, especially ones who made him look bad, is still vivid in my head. I tried to help Cheyenne, but now I have to imagine the sword darting for my throat.
"Now, please welcome to the stage, Infiniti Reagan!" Another smattering of applause as the girl from Three stands, walking past the Careers to the stairway. Her short, almost business dress is a forest green, with matching three-inch heels. She stumbles slightly, but doesn't fall, despite Mason's best efforts. Her brown hair, streaked with blonde, flows freely down her shoulders and back.
"Infiniti, welcome! How are you, yes, how are you? And, of course, looking positively radiant tonight! Isn't that right, folks?" Another cheer as the girl sits down, looking slightly uneasy.
"Oh yes, Infiniti. I, like most people here, am quite interested in learning a thing or two about you! What's your home like?"
The girl on stage takes a moment to think before answering, "Well, Julius, as you know, District Three is a place of inventions. Where the "smart" ones live. My family is part of Three's upper class, which really isn't saying much. My mother has engineered many of the equipment used in many of the Districts today. My father himself designed the idea for the new hydro generators in the dams of District Five."
"Sounds like a family of geniuses, yours is! How about friends, Infiniti? Anyone… special watching back in Three?"
I can almost hear the grin plastered to her face. "There are, of course, my friends Lacy and Bo. And my little brother Riker. He's eleven, and so excited to see my home in the Victor's Village! Just as excited as I am!"
"Well, Infiniti, I'm sure the other Victors from your District will be just as happy as you to see another house in the Village taken. Good luck to you, my dear." Julius bows his head as he stands, taking Infiniti's hand.
"I'm going to take that and run, Julius." She says as she makes her way back to her seat.
"Infiniti Reagan, everyone! Yes!" The crowd cheers again, and Julius announces, "Now. Mr. Cordin Bolt, of District Three!" The boy from Three stands, bowing to his District Partner as she reclaims her seat. He passes her, Districts One and Two, before mounting the steps, walking down to the host.
"Yes, yes, Cordin." Julius begins, "Tell me, Cordin. What've you been doing since you came to the Capitol?" He asks.
"Well, Julius," he starts, "I've been training, of course. I'm pretty sure that, with my wickedly fast charm, and even faster reflexes, any weapon I can get ahold of at this point could take on any of the Careers." He snorts, and I wonder what on Earth he's talking about. He only touched knives in training, after all.
"Of course, of course. And, ah, what about that training score then, eh? That was quite the handsome eight. Care to tell us what you did to earn such a wondrous score?"
Cordin cocks his head slightly, fiddling with the cuff of his purple tux. "I've been told we're not supposed to tell, Julius, but you can keep a secret, right?" Julius nods eagerly, and Cordin leans into him. "I hid what I can actually do." The Capitol crowd gasps, and the girl from Nine two seats to my right groans. I can't help but agree. How much of this is just empty bluster?
"Please welcome: Esmeralda Dawn!"
The girl from Four slips past her allies behind me, to my right, a wicked grin on her face. Her dress, extremely short, is far too tight for my liking. A deep purple, I'm just glad what's important is at least covered.
As she takes her seat, she delicately brushes a loose curl from her face, one of many resulting from her messy bun.
"Esmeralda! Welcome, welcome! Yes, Esmeralda, what do you think of your odds against your fellow tributes, eh?" Julius' voice is filled with joy, and I resist a snort of disgust. We're children.
"Please, Julius, call me Mera. After all, all my friends do. And really, doesn't that include my dear friends here in the Capitol?" There's a cheer, the people lusting after the girl from the fishing District. After today, every Capitolian will be calling themselves personal friends of the girl from Four. Popularity is their thing, after all.
"And to answer your question, there's no need to look at the odds, Julius. We all know of my capabilities, and how they match up to the others. Just look at my score. And really, I deserved an eleven. I will be wearing the crown in one week, trust me. These Games are going to be short and gruesome." She gives a laugh, Julius joining her.
"But you're not the only high scorer this year, Mera." Julius says, and I can see the concern in his face. "Besides you, there were two other tens, four nines, and various eights and sevens. Aren't you just a little bit worried?"
She raises her chin, puffing her chest ever so slightly. "Do not underestimate me, Julius." She turns around. "And that goes for all of you, too. When the gong rings, you better run." I shiver again as her eyes meet mine, and I look away.
"Jasper Blue! Might I say, what a nice suit you have there? Did you steal that from my dressing room?" He asks, gesturing to his own navy blue tux. He raises an eyebrow, his black hair bouncing slightly.
"Of course not, Julius! Ariellana designed this herself! See the chain underneath?" He raises his arm, folding back his right cuff. The glint of metal catches my eye, and Julius laughs.
"Ah, yes, Ariellana. Good memories, her and I. But really, we can talk about your stylist at the Victory Ceremony! I want to know about you! Jasper, tell me about your family."
"Before we go on Julius, please, call me Blue. And please, let's not talk about that. Anything but that." His head and shoulders fall, and Julius does his best to change the direction of the conversation.
"Well, okay then, Blue, what about your allies this year? What're your thoughts on them?"
He perks up at this, and says, "Actually, I'm not going to be fighting within the traditional Career alliance this year." He says, to the astonishment of the audience. "I've found someone better." He turns around, looking at Henry and me. I look to my right at Henry, who's smiling. I look back at Blue, and smile too.
"Yes, I had heard rumors of an alliance, but I wasn't sure whether or not to put stock in them. I'm excited to see your alliance play through the Arena, Blue."
"From District Five, Devon Rose!"
The girl from Five stands from her seat behind Cheyenne from Ten, and makes her way toward my side of the stage. As she walks around me, I take notice of the long black dress, hugging tight to her body. Her hair, diamonds studding the curls. A black lace choker, shockingly similar to Cassia's. She brushes past me, down the steps and into her chair.
"Sweet, sweet Devon! What's going on this lovely evening, Ms. Rose?" Julius kisses her hand, looking into her eyes. I think she stares back.
"Well, Julius. I'm here, talking to you, of course!" She gives an airy laugh. She'd rather not be here, I can tell. "Just like all the fin tributes behind me. Nothing interesting really happens until tomorrow."
Julius laughs, his usual, cringe worthy laugh. "Ah, yes, of course. And we are honored to have such a brilliant young lady here on stage, isn't that right folks? Yes!" Julius seems to own a crowd I cannot see, and I begin to wonder if there's anybody real even there. "Now Devon. The Sixth Quarter Quell starts tomorrow, yes? What can we be expecting of you at the end of the countdown?"
"Well, Julius, I can tell you that I'll do whatever I need to do in order to survive. I hate to say it, but none of these people behind me will be returning home in anything but a wooden box. Unlike them, I have a lot at stake." She says lightly, as though she doesn't care. As though she's hiding something.
"Oh? And what kind of things do we have "at stake," as you put it?" Julius questions.
"Every tribute here has something to go home to, Julius. Family and friends who care for them. However, I highly doubt any of them have their own child patiently waiting for their mother to walk through the door."
There's a collective gasp as the Capitol crowd realizes the stakes Devon has in these Games. She isn't the first to have a child before the Arena, but they sound as though it's never happened. Anything for the drama, I suppose.
"A child? Oh, Devon, what's his name?" It's clear that Julius already knows the answer to this, he referred to the child as a "he," after all.
"Ori. His name is Ori. And he's the one who's going to get me through these Games." The crowd roars, in pride and sadness. A mother doesn't belong in the Games, they're thinking. But do they really care? They sent a pregnant woman in over a decade back.
"Darius Line! Come down here, Darius!"
The boy from Five stands as his District Partner takes her seat. As she did, he walks toward me, the last tribute in the front row. His orange suit makes him appear as though he's on fire, what with the rubies studding his coat in the pattern of flames. There's fire in his eyes, too, as he takes his seat.
"Hello, Darius Line! Welcome to my stage, on the night before what promises to be a truly extraordinary Games! Tell me, Darius, what has been your impression on the Capitol so far?"
Darius looks out over the crowd, and I imagine the fire again. "The people here are much different then back in Five. At home, we wear our school or work clothes. Here, you all seem to be competing for the most outrageous, brightly colored getup you can get your hands on." He sounds bored, almost resigned.
"Ah, yes, my people certainly enjoy their trends, don't they?" Julius acknowledges. "Who knows? Maybe after you win, they'll be dressing like the people in your home, Darius."
"That would be ridiculous."
"Ha! A man of few words. I must say, Darius, I do admire your determination. And we all admire your courage!" Cheers ring out again, and Julius looks relieved when the buzzer sounds. "Ladies and gentleman, Darius!"
"Now let's give a warm welcome to Jetta Carter!"
Jetta makes the mistake of standing before Darius makes it back to his seat, and she's forced to step back as he strides past. Her dress shines silver, the diamonds under her eyes shimmering. Like a star.
When at last she finds her way to Julius, he points it out. "My, Jetta. Don't you just look like a star tonight?" She looks down at her dress, and I can't hear her reply.
"No need to be shy here, we're all friends!" Julius cries out, "Tell me, Jetta. You ready for the Games tomorrow? I'm sure you'll just shine!"
Jetta looks up at him, and I think she's shaking. "I don't know." She says, "I don't want anything to happen. I'm scared." She doesn't shy away again, though, just stares out at the crowd.
"Ah, yes, perfectly normal, I assure you. But no need to fear, Jetta. I'm sure you'll win this year!" He makes it sound as though she's fought in the Games before. But I think he's talking about the District.
"Maybe." She concedes. "But I don't want to end up like all the others. Thousands have died in the Games, but only one-hundred and fifty have survived." She looks back at him. "Julius. What do you think happens to tributes after they die?"
Julius seems taken aback, and I'm sure I've never heard a tribute mention such a thing during their interview. "Well. They're taken back to their home Districts, where they're honored and buried." He cocks his head in thought, but Jetta doesn't let it go.
"No, that's not what I meant. What happens when they die? Do they feel a moment of peace? Does everything fade into black? A blinding white?" I see Julius' face lose his smile, only for a second.
"I'm afraid I don't know, Ms. Carter. I've never died."
As the girl from Six passes by me again, I see silent tears rolling down her face.
"Another from the transportation District: Aran Quade!"
The boy from Six walks past the Sevens and myself. His suit is a dark brown, usually seen on Sevens, Nines and Elevens, but the gray shirt and tie add the usual District Six touch. I realize, after a moment, that all the tributes in the row behind me are, in fact, older than me. I guess the Quell rule did its job.
"Aran, Aran. Tell me, my boy! What are your thoughts towards your competition? Any particular standouts?" Julius barely gives the boy any time to sit down before firing questions.
"Well, um, they're good, I guess, from what I've seen so far." He stumbles over his words, unsure of what to say. "But I know I can win."
"Of course, of course. Now, Aran. Who is waiting at home for you, eh? Any special someone?"
"Only my sister, Reyna. She's nine, and the only thing I live for-it's just been the two of us since I was twelve. I've had to work extra shifts to keep us alive." His shoulders sag, the weight of the past five years thrown into the clutches of those who will never appreciate it.
"And we feel for you, I'm sure." Julius bows his head in sorrow. "And, ah, I'd like to ask about your Reaping. I couldn't help but notice you wearing-"
"And when I was saying goodbye. In the Justice Building?" He continues, ignoring Julius, "You know what she told me? She said, "You come home, okay?""
"And what did you say to that?" Julius asks, resigned.
"I said, "Okay."" The crowd roars, feeling for the poor boy who loves his sister. But after he dies, after the Games, nobody will remember his story.
"Yes, yes, a truly caring brother." Julius says as Aran returns to his seat. "But alas, we must continue. Please welcome to our stage, our favorite joker, Kenzi Williams!"
The girl from District Seven stands from behind me, making her way to center stage. My breath catches as I realize how near we are to my interview.
As the girl from Seven takes her seat, I recognize her dress, a light blue dress, trailing behind her a few feet. Sparkling in the artificial lighting of the room. A near-exact copy of her Reaping dress. I don't suppose…
"Kenzi Williams! I have come to understand that this isn't your first time on stage. You were a model back home, isn't that right?"
"It certainly is, Julius! Have you seen my work before?" She smiles, and I catch her slipping her hand into a pocket of her dress.
"Well yes, actually! In fact," He reaches into his own pocket, completely unaware of the symbolism behind the girl's dress. Withdrawing, he reveals a glossy magazine, Kenzi standing on the front. I can't read what it says, and I don't think I ever will.
With a cry of joy, Kenzi pulls an aerosol canister from her dress. Pointing it at Julius, she presses down.
Julius can't bring the magazine up fast enough to deflect the stream of cream arcing towards his face. Once he manages, however, the girl moves the white liquid's trajectory, over, under, all around the shield, coating Julius in the mess.
Suddenly, there are Peacekeepers flooding the stage, two of them marching forward to detain the half-insane girl. The look in her eyes, however, as she turns toward me, is alight with joy, familiarity, and fear. Kenzi just copes differently.
They remove her from the stage, and the audience is laughing.
A Peacekeeper walks by me, and I flinch. He leans down beside Logan, who soon follows him down to the stage. He's shown to his seat, and he takes it. And waits.
I'm surprised with how fast Julius returns to the stage. He's in a new suit, though the same color. This one is tweed, not corduroy, but his usual smile is back, as though nothing happened.
"And we're back from our short break! Welcome back Panem!" Cheers. "Now for our next tribute. From District Seven, Logan Woodson!" Logan gives a slight wave as Julius takes his seat. I wonder if they had enough time to edit out Kenzi's bit of… fun.
"Haha, Logan! How are you doing tonight, dear boy?" I'm next I'm next I'm next, oh, Pa, I'm next.
"Well, Julius, I'm as good as anyone can be in a situation like mine." He laughs, and the crowd joins in. "I mean, I'm on stage with you, the Games are tomorrow… The crown is only a couple weeks away!"
"Yes, I'm sure being here with me is quite unreal. But I wouldn't know, there isn't another me!" More laughter from the crowd and Logan.
"That's too bad, Julius, this is quite the comfortable chair." Don't stand out. No threats. Steely resolve. Steady confidence.
"Now, let's welcome to the stage, Tulle Salane!"
I freeze for a moment. I look down at my dress, a frilly, deep purple that reaches the floor. Deep breath, even steps. I smile as I look down at Julius, who's holding out his hand. I step forward, slowly, carefully.
"Hello, Tulle! You are just looking incredible tonight!" His voice is closer to a roar up close, and his teeth are incredibly white. "You ever wear this kind of dress at home?" Home. A safe topic. No Games. Just home.
I remember my Reaping dress, nothing special. "No, Julius, I don't usually wear anything this nice. However, I've designed things very similar to this, sold in my family's shop back home." I give a shy smile, looking out into the audience.
There's a lot of people here.
"Oh, yes, a charming little shop, I'm sure. Who all lives there with you, Tulle?" He asks. "Who's watching their little star from back home?"
"Well," I start, "There's my grandfather, who started the shop. My little brother Rayon. He's thirteen, and everything one can expect in a little brother. There's my mama, and my papa." I fight back tears as I search for a camera.
"I love you. I'm missing you."
dreams and desperation: 155 (Cassia Lyra Maurise, District Two Female)
The Fangirl in Pink Jeans: 79 (Infiniti Reagan, District Three Female)
caitiebug007: 85 (Devon Cynthia Rose, District Five Female)
roses burning: 88 (Devon Cynthia Rose, District Five Female)
ElvenRangerRysel: 167 (Aran Quade, District Six Male)
JaymanRepublic: 95 (Logan Woodson, District Seven Male)
Clis2339: 105 (Henry Reynoso, District Eight Male)
Wolfie McCoy: 59 (Thanatos Rize, District Nine Male)
Mystical Pine Forest: 160 (Cheyenne Bruno, District Ten Female)
Jaybird8101: 130 (Rebelle Sunflower Rine, District Thirteen Female)
Alliances!:
Queens and a Pawn (155 points): Marcus (1), Malaya (1), Mason (2), Cassia (2) (155, dreams and desperation), Esmeralda (4), and Soot (12).
Reluctance (72 points): Infiniti (3) (72, The Fangirl in Pink Jeans), and Kenzi (7).
Brains and Brawn (105 points): Blue (4), and Henry (8) (105, Clis2339).
Sacrificial Lambs (160 points): Denny (10), Cheyenne (10) (160, Mystical Pine Forest), and Keola (12).
Children of Amber: Thorn (11), and Willow (11).
Loners!
Cordin (3)
Devon (5) (173) (85, catiebug007) (88, roses burning)
Darius (5)
Jetta (6)
Aran (6) (167) (167, ElvenRangerRysel)
Logan (7) (95) (95, JaymanRepublic)
Tulle (8)
Harvest (9)
Thanatos (9) (59) (59, Wolfie McCoy)
Rebelle (13) (130) (130, Jaybird8101)
Sparky (13)
Questions!:
Favorite interview?
Thoughts on the future of the tributes?
Relieved that I shortened this chapter?
Should I break my leg more often?
Give me a few days!
Lord Z
