This is kind of an uneventful chapter (hence the length) but some important things still happen.

District 6

Tristana Rockett

My conversation with Arabella is interrupted the moment we hear a loud scream from nearby. We both jump off of the log in panic, reaching for our weapons on impulsive.

"Tristana! Arabella!" Rachel calls, and we rush over to her with our weapons in hand. I leap over a log and turn a tree to see Rachel standing triumphantly under a boy, who's dangling from one foot in the tree.

I set a bunch of traps around our camp last night, without any real expectations. Tributes usually don't wander into traps, considering the size of the arena. So it's surprising that a tribute somehow managed to walk into my poorly constructed snare. All I did was use some of the rope we had in our knapsack to construct a small trap.

The boy, who I can't identify from the angle, grasps for the rope around his foot desperately, trying to get down. It's not really working.

"Tristana? The crossbow?" Rachel asks, holding out her hand expectantly. I hesitate.

"Are you sure we should kill him?"

At the sound of the word kill, the boy looks at us in terror. He makes eye-contact, and I can finally mark him as the District 9 boy. Axel's ally, I remember.

"Where's Axel?" I demand.

"I'm not telling you," the District 9 boy spits, still clawing at the knot of rope around his ankle.

"Did you ditch him?" I ask. He falls silent and begins flailing to escape. Rachel holds out her hand for the crossbow again, and I'm about to hand it to her when I hear a rustling from the bushes. I spin around just in time to see a small, dark-haired boy emerge from the shrubbery.

"Tristana?" asks Axel. I walk over to him carefully, avoiding the rest of the traps I set up earlier.

"Remember our truce?"

"Of course," Axel says. "And, can that apply to our allies as well, because… I don't think I can survive without Hadley."

"Obviously," I say. Turning to Rachel, I yell, "Cut him down!"

"Should Hadley and I just… leave?" Axel asks.

"No, no! Let's have a truce tonight. You guys can hang out in our camp and we can share supplies. We don't have much food left, but we do have water, and I'm guessing that between the six of us, we should be able to catch or gather some food for tonight."

"Really?" Axel asks, grinning. I look around at everyone else. Arabella is the only one who looks pleased with the idea. Everyone else; Rachel, Yael, and Hadley, all are wearing identical looks of skepticism.

"Hey, Tristana?" Rachel asks, tugging on my arm.

"Yeah?"

Rachel glances around at our audience, and lowers her voice.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks nervously. "I know you trust your District partner, but the rest of us don't know him and… I'm not so sure about his ally."

"Don't worry!" I laugh. "Axel wouldn't hurt us."

"That's what you said about the District 7 boy."

"And he didn't hurt us, did he?"

"He would have, had he had the opportunity!"

"You don't know that!" I say. "I'm the one who knows Axel and Vincent, you barely know their names! So don't act like you're completely confident that everyone else in the arena has bad intentions."

"Tristana, we're in the Hunger Games. It's every man for himself. If people can find a good way to get ahead, they'll take it. Even if it means killing their District partners," Rachel hisses, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, and she nods. "If that's what you believe, how do I know that you're not plotting to betray us?"

Rachel's at a loss for words.

"Well, well… Because…" she begins but falls silent.

"I guess Axel's staying here tonight, right? Now, would someone please cut Hayden down?" I demand.

"Hadley," the boy corrects. Arabella quickly scales the tree and uses her dagger to cut him down. He hits the ground in a crumpled heap. He jumps to his feet, dusting himself off. "Okay, well… I'd like to clarify that I'm not planning on betraying any of you… I just want to put that out there."

"See?" I smirk at Rachel, who rolls his eyes.

"Fine. But if you wake up in the middle of the night with a knife in your gut courtesy of Hayden -"

"Hadley!" he corrects.

"Don't blame me," she finishes.

District 7

Vincent Elm

"We should probably head back soon," Glitter remarks absently. She's leaning against a tree, eating some berries I found. It bothers me that I've been the only one able to find food for our group thus far, and everyone else is enjoying the spoils. Yesterday, I spent hours picking berries by myself, and when I returned, I was forced to divide them among everyone in the Careers, leaving me with a meager handful.

Glitter's even worse. After I found a berry bush and stripped it (while Glitter sat back and did nothing), she decided to divide it between us "equally". She ended up getting about ⅔ of the berries only I picked, and all of the berries I was given were the over-ripe ones.

I sit on a rock, trying to scrape the rust off my sword with a sharp rock I found. It's a very slow process, but it's definitely sharpening my sword. I glance up at Glitter; she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks off into the distance.

Why did I join the Careers? I hate Glitter and the rest of the Careers. They're all bloodthirsty and are too stupid to get any food. The main reason why I decided to join the Careers (apart from the fact that they'd kill me if I did otherwise) was the promise of the best food and supplies in the arena. Every year I've seen the Hunger Games, the Cornucopia is practically overflowing with food and weapons and other items.

I wanted an axe. I desperately wanted an axe for the arena, because I knew I'd have a chance with it. Instead, I got this rusty sword.

I also wanted food. The Careers normally get three meals a day in the Hunger Games. We're not even getting one meal a day anymore. All I have are these overripe berries that Glitter rejected for herself.

And I wanted bearable allies. I know it was an unfair expectation since I was joining the Careers, but having to spend all of my time with Glitter is miserable.

I can't get an axe. There's barely any food left in the Cornucopia. But at least I can fix the alliance situation.

I inspect my sword carefully - it's still rusty, but it's sharp enough to do its job. I stand up off the rock.

Glitter's looking in the opposite direction, watching some animal climb a tree. She doesn't notice me sneak up behind her, holding my sword high. She glances back and notices me standing above her.

"Are we go -"

She notices the sword. Her mouth opens to scream, but she doesn't have time before I slam the blade into her neck.

District 10

Arabella Cantros

BOOM!

The cannon startles everyone, and we all pause what we're doing. After a second, we return to our individual jobs. Yael and Rachel are working on a shelter, Hadley and I are trying to build a fire, and Axel and Tristana are getting ready to go hunting.

"Wow, that's the second death today," Hadley remarks.

"At least we know it's none of us," I say.

"Yeah," he says. "You know? There are very good odds that one of those cannons belonged to a Career. There were two, and besides us, there's only the Careers and two outer District tributes. I'd be surprised if both outer District tributes died hours within each other."

"Yeah. I hope it's a Career. None have died yet, so it's about time they start getting killed off. Or else we don't have a chance."

"If it's like last year, the Careers have probably disbanded by this point," Hadley laughs.

"Best case scenario, they've all been trapped under falling trees and are dying off one by one. By the end of the day, they're all dead," I say. "Fingers crossed!"

"That would be awesome," Hadley agrees. "Then, there'd only be two other people besides us! One of us could survive. Or four," he adds. I laugh, but don't really understand his comment.

"Four?" I ask. "Only one can survive the Hunger Games. It's a rule."

"Oh, you haven't found a temple yet?" he asks.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. Before he can tell me, Tristana and Axel interrupt us to announce that they're about to go hunting. I notice that Axel somehow acquired a new pair of shoes. Moments later, I see that Rachel's missing both boots. I'm guessing Tristana somehow convinced her to lend them to Axel. Rachel doesn't currently look too happy.

"All right, have fun!" Hadley calls after them. When Axel and Tristana disappear into the jungle, I turn back to Hadley.

"Okay, what were you talking about? How can four people survive?"

"I probably shouldn't have told you," Hadley chuckles. I glare at him. "But I will!" he assures me. He scoots closer, lowering his voice. "Basically, there are three temples around the arena. Each has a jewel inside, and the person who obtains it gets to go home. As long as they hold onto the jewel until the finale, they'll survive along with the Victor. But you can't transfer the jewel between people. The only way to switch who has the jewel is by… killing the current owner."

My mouths gapes open.

"Wait, so - my entire alliance could go home?" I ask in disbelief. Hadley immediately frowns.

"The only way to transfer jewels between hands is by killing someone. Would you kill Axel?"

"Axel has a gem?" I ask. Hadley groans and curses under his breath.

"I didn't mean to let that slip, but yes, Axel does."

"I wouldn't kill him," I assure Hadley. "So only three of my alliance can return home?"

"I guess," Hadley shrugs. "But ideally, I'd survive as well."

"Okay," I say, rolling my eyes. "So two?"

"Yes," Hadley finally says. "Honestly, if I were to pick any two I'd want to win the Hunger Games with, I'd choose you and Tristana. Well, Axel already told me he wants Tristana to find a jewel as well. But I like you, and considering the fact that I just told you about jewels, I'd want you to get it."

"Thanks," I say, smiling in surprise. "Wait, so should I tell my alliance that we should search for jewels now?"

Hadley frowns. "Would they let you get the jewel?"

I pause, considering this. If I know Rachel, she'd likely have the two people who most deserve the jewels get it. Meaning, she'd have her and Tristana take one. She… kind of considers me as a tag-a-long in this alliance. In her eyes, I'm not an asset. At least Yael knows plants and is pretty strong.

"Is that a no?" Hadley asks. I realize I haven't responded to him yet.

"I guess," I shrug, slightly disheartened. Hadley frowns and looks down. After a moment, he looks back up at me.

"Hey… would you want to join our alliance?" he asks.

"What?"

"Axel and I. If you don't think your current alliance will give you a jewel, we definitely will. And maybe Tristana could join us as well. I know Axel would like that. And then the four of us could survive together."

"I… I…" I begin, but I don't know what to say. The offer is tempting, but… I don't want to leave my current alliance! I trust everyone in it, and I would feel bad if I left them to join Axel and Hadley. "I'll… think about it."

I look down at the fire pit in silence. We still haven't made a fire. It's very difficult since we're basically trying to make a spark with my dagger and a rock. Then I remember something I probably should have remembered before.

"Wait, Rachel has a box of matches."

District 11

Yael Harident

Hadley Moreau sleeps in the center of the shelter, spread-eagled. His entire back is exposed, and his only weapon, a switchblade, lies several inches from his hand. He's fast asleep - I can tell because of his snoring. I roll my eyes, and turn over to my other side. I'm not able to get any sleep right now, and not just because of Hadley's snoring.

The voices won't shut up!

Kill him. He's fast asleep. He won't even notice. And no one's looking - they're all sitting around the fire. You could kill him, then sneak away as he bleeds out. You'll be gone before his cannon fires. And you're right next to all of the supplies. Literally. You have all of the backpacks right at your feet. It's dark enough that you could slip out of the shelter without anyone noticing. What's to lose from killing Hadley right now?

"Shut up…" I mutter through clenched teeth.

Careful. He might hear you. You don't want to wake him up, do you? Then you'd miss your chance to kill him.

I do want to wake him up. Before I get the opportunity to kill him. But the voices prevent me from talking, much less turning over and shaking Hadley awake.

Quick. Your knife is right in front of you. Just a quick plunge of the knife into his back…

I shiver, and mentally curse at myself as my hand starts inching toward the knife a few feet from my sleeping position. I have a feeling I won't be able to stop the voices this time. As long as Hadley sleeps, I'll kill him. I'm silently praying for an interruption right now. Because the voices won't make me kill if Rachel's watching. Or if Hadley's awake. They only try to kill when the opportunities are irresistible. When there are no possible downsides.

Except for my morals, of course. The voices don't care about those.

My prayer's answered when the Capitol anthem bursts through the arena loudly. Hadley jumps awake at the noise, and my hand shoots away from the knife.

"Anthem?" he asks me, blinking his eyes awake. I nod, and we both exit the sizable shelter, joining everyone else around the campfire.

It's probably about 10 PM now, but Hadley and I were the only ones trying to sleep. Axel was supposed to be keeping the first watch, but Rachel claimed she didn't trust him, so she decided to stay awake until his turn ended. As for Tristana, she decided to hang out with Axel while she could, since Rachel already proclaimed that they had to leave in the morning. And Arabella was just too excited with the new company and food, she couldn't sleep so she wanted to stay up as well.

Tristana and Axel caught a wild pig and a lot of edible plants, so we've had quite the feast tonight. The pig was eaten almost immediately, but there are still some berries left, which the four are snacking on. I take a handful and nibble on those while watching the sky.

The Capitol emblem changes into the girl from District 2. A cheer rises from the group. I didn't know we were rooting for her death, but I join in after I realize everyone's ecstatic.

"The first Career gone!" Arabella cheers, and she and Hadley high-five.

The District 2 female (Shimmer?) is wearing a confident smirk that suggests she didn't expect her picture to end up in the sky. After a few moments of her grinning down on the arena, it fades into the picture of the boy from District 4. We cheer again, but it's a little less enthusiastic than it was for the District 2 female. Well, us girls are still thrilled. But Hadley and Axel are a little quieter.

"He let us go at the Bloodbath," Hadley explains after his picture has faded. "He saw Axel and me nearby but didn't run after us or point us out to any other Careers."

"He probably knew he wouldn't be able to reach you," Rachel reasons.

"Yeah," Hadley shrugs, looking unsure.

"It's still a Career death," Arabella points out. "That's better than us, or any other outlier."

"True."

"You know what I just realized?" Tristana asks, and everyone looks at her. "There are only four Careers left now."

"The strongest Careers," Rachel reminds her.

"Still. Four Careers are more than six."

"Oh, wow, really?" Rachel asks with mock surprise. Tristana frowns. "By the way, when do I get my boots back?"

"Oh, right. Sorry," Axel blushes, pulling the black boots off. "Thanks for letting me wear them."

Rachel doesn't respond, just snatches them back and pulls them onto her feet.

"Um… maybe we should sleep now?" Hadley suggests.

"And everyone, this time!" I add, not wanting to be given the opportunity to slaughter Hadley in his sleep. "Except Axel, of course."

Rachel's eyes widen nervously.

"I'll hang out with Axel a bit longer," Tristana says. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill you in your sleep, Rachel." Tristana rolls her eyes, but Rachel looks satisfied and trudges back over to our larger shelter.

It's not Axel she really needs to worry about, is it? It's you, Yael.

"Shut up," I whisper. My voice is low enough that no one notices. To my surprise, the voice doesn't say anything after that. Pleased that my head is finally silent, I run back over to the shelter. Maybe now I can get some sleep.

Rachel is the only one lying down, but Hadley and Arabella are walking over, behind me.

Kill Rachel. You still have time to run.

I groan in disappointment. My hand begins reaching for the knife, but I grasp onto it with my other hand. My hand twitches through my grip, but I don't let go. I can feel my hand itching to let go and grab the knife, but I grit my teeth and hold tightly.

Let go. Kill Rachel! Before -

"You okay, Yael?"

Hadley's standing right behind me. I smile and nod, feeling my grip relax. I decide to sleep on the opposite end of the shelter, away from the weapons.

Maybe I can resist the voice. It's tough, but maybe with practice, I can resist it long enough to not betray my allies. Maybe I can die a good person?

District 6

Axel Woodleigh

"It's getting late. I think it's nearly midnight. Your turn to take watch will be over soon," Tristana reminds me, pointing to the moon overhead. It's just visible through the cracks in the branches.

"I guess. But we can always make it so your turn's next. Then we have another hour," I point out.

"Yeah," Tristana laughs, then her face grows solemn. "I wish Rachel would let us combine alliances."

"Yeah. But an alliance that big would probably be dangerous. We'd make up nearly half of the remaining tributes, so it would only be a matter of time before someone turned. I feel more comfortable in smaller alliances, with people I know and trust. Like you and Hadley…" I pause for a moment. "Are you sure you don't want to join our alliance?"

"I'm sure," Tristana sighs, and my heart sinks again. "I'm sorry, Axel. I mean, I want to, but I also want to stay with my alliance. And I can't betray them."

"Hadley said Arabella might join us," I add, hopefully. "If Arabella joined us, then half of your current alliance would join us. Then, it would be more like we combined alliances and Yael and Rachel were the ones that left us."

Tristana shakes her head. "I'd still feel guilty. And Arabella's not going to join you guys, no matter what she says or what she thinks. Arabella's very loyal, she wouldn't ditch us for you guys."

"I don't know. Hadley said that Arabella thought she wasn't being seen as an asset in your alliance. She thinks that if you turn on each other, she'll be the first to go."

"She thinks that?" Tristana frowns. I nod. "Well, I'll talk to her about that later. But regardless, she still wouldn't leave our alliance. When we were getting chased by monkey mutts, she repeatedly turned back to try and help the rest of us. She's way faster, so she ran ahead, but since she didn't want to leave us ahead, she returned and nearly got attacked by the mutts because of it. If she does that, I doubt she's going to leave our alliance."

"Well, that's better than Linen," I laugh, and then my voice dies. I glance down at my feet, feeling guilty for joking about my dead ally. I was never as close to her as I was to Hadley, partially because we were slightly suspicious she'd ditch us in an instant if her life was in danger. She did, but it didn't work out too well for her.

"Besides," Tristana continues, "it's not like it will make much of a difference anyway. Only one of us can live, it's not like we can all return home together."

"Oh!" I exclaim, suddenly remembering the twist. "We actually can!"

Tristana raises an eyebrow skeptically. I reach into my pocket and remove the carefully guarded emerald. I hold it out proudly, grinning from ear-to-ear. Tristana glances from me to the emerald, then shrugs.

"So? What is it?"

"This is my ticket home," I explain. "There are two others just like it, hidden somewhere in the arena. When found, they allow the finder to return home and survive the Hunger Games without winning. As long as I'm alive by the finale, I'm going home. Along with the Victor, and anyone else who has jewels. So four people can survive."

Tristana's jaw is nearly hitting the floor.

"Are you serious?" Tristana asks, taking the jewel from me and inspecting it.

"Yes."

"Has this happened before? Have the Gamemakers ever allowed multiple people home as a plot twist?" she asks. I shrug.

"Not recently, and I don't know much Hunger Games besides the ones I was alive to see. I find it difficult to believe that this is the first occurrence, though. In nearly 250 years of the Hunger Games, the Gamemakers must have had to invent new ways to keep the audience interested. I'm sure they're willing to miss out on a few deaths in order to improve the Games. They obviously don't do it too frequently, though, otherwise, we'd have heard of it."

"Wait, so if I steal this right now, I can go home?" Tristana asks, holding up the emerald.

"You -"

"I'm not actually stealing it," Tristana chuckles, rolling her eyes. "But hypothetically?"

"No. You have to kill the current owner in order to get control of the jewel," I explain.

"That's kind of gruesome," Tristana winces.

"Well, I'm sure the Gamemakers are trying to limit the odds that people actually have it by the end. They just want to spice up the Games, they don't actually care if extra tributes return home."

"That's true. Plus, they'd have to spend even more on rewards."

"What do you mean?" I ask, my brows knitted.

"Well, if there are multiple Victors, then they'd need to reward each of them individually."

"Oh! I forgot to mention that part. The people with the jewels don't win. They just survive. So they kind of return to life as it was before the Reaping; no money, no house in the Victor's Village… not even mentorship duties."

"Oh. So you can't win now?" Tristana asks.

"I suppose not," I say. "Unless I lose the jewel or something, but I don't plan on doing that. I'm keeping a close watch on it. But I don't really care. I like my life in District 6, and I'm fine with returning to it. Especially if Hadley survives as well."

"Really? Not me?"

"Well, I want you to return as well, obviously," I say. "But Hadley's going to win. That was our deal. If you get a jewel, though, then all three of us can live! That's ideal. Well, it would be nice if Arabella or something got the last jewel. The more survivors, the better, and she seems pretty nice. But I want you to get the next jewel more."

"Thanks," Tristana grins. "It's reassuring to know we can both survive."

"Agreed. You know what? I'm actually starting to get a bit tired," I say. As if on cue, I let out a giant yawn. Which promptly makes Tristana yawn. "Maybe we should make Hadley guard now."

"Or one of the girls. Rachel would freak if she found out I let Hadley guard by himself," Tristana laughs.

"True."

"Here," Tristana says, tossing me the emerald. I carefully tuck it back into my pocket. I make sure it's as deep as possible before following her back into the shelter. "What happened to your shoes, by the way?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell it to you when we're both back in District 6."

District 1

Cecelia Hart

The sky is almost pitch black tonight. The only light comes from the moon, but there are no stars visible. I vaguely wonder if it's intentional, or if the Gamemakers forgot them. Either way, it makes everything feel off. Which is fitting for tonight. The first night with Luc and Glitter feels weird. For extremely different reasons.

Under any other circumstances, I'd be thrilled over Glitter's death. But I'm too shaken up about Luc's to truly appreciate it. To be honest, barely any of us acknowledged it. We were all a little surprised, but it didn't seem like a huge deal compared to Luc's death.

Glorian obviously wasn't happy. He had just realized that all of our food was gone, so he was in a terrible mood when he realized Vincent likely killed Glitter. We're not positive he's the reason she's dead, but it doesn't seem far-fetched. He hated her, and it's unlikely one of the outlier tributes managed to beat her and Vincent in a fight.

The only upside to Luc's death was that it distracted Glorian from the food situation. He was upset with me, obviously, but it's shaken him up enough that he barely chewed me out and didn't even consider killing me. In hindsight, Noelani was right. He wouldn't have killed me. But I'm still glad I avoided his wrath.

I haven't mentioned that part, though, because I don't want it to seem likely I'm happy about Luc's death. Especially in front of Noelani. I've found that I'm becoming more and more aware of how she could possibly perceive each of my actions. I don't want to make her dislike me, which means I'm trying to be very careful about everything I say. Even if, logically, I know it could have no possible impact on our friendship, I still run it through my head multiple times to make sure. It's very unlike me.

I glance over at Noelani, who's sleeping a few feet away from me. Her auburn hair is splayed out in front of her face, so I can barely see her. I don't think she's asleep, though.

I'm not technically supposed to be keeping watch, but I kind of took it upon myself to take the first shift. Glorian didn't bother assigning shifts, so everyone just went to sleep. Except for me. I couldn't sleep. And I suppose Noelani woke up at some point, or never went to sleep, either. I've noticed that when she sleeps, she's either on her back or stomach. She never sleeps on her side, unlike how she is right now.

After some consideration, I scoot closer to her. She doesn't seem to notice me, even when I'm directly next to her. Her auburn hair is still blocking her face, so I brush it out of the way.

Noelani's eyes are shut, but the moment my hand touches her face, they open. She looks at me, and offers a small, sad smile. Neither of us speaks for a while.

"Are your eyes the same color as the ocean?" I whisper randomly. Realizing what I just said, I feel my face start to heat up. This is why you have to think before you speak, Cecelia. "Sorry, I've just… I've never seen the ocean before. So I was curious."

"They are," Noelani says simply.

The ocean must be beautiful, then.

Luckily, I catch myself before I say that. Instead, I say absolutely nothing and create an awkward silence.

"You should try to get some sleep," Noelani finally whispers. "It's past midnight." I nod. To my surprise, Noelani moves even closer to me until her head's resting on my shoulder. She flips onto her back, so I assume she's actually going to try and sleep now.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I can hear her breathing gently beside me, and my heart speeds up.

Why are you so nervous around her?

Because you have a major crush on her.

The realization makes me jolt back in shock.

"What?" Noelani asks, looking at me with her beautiful sea-green eyes.

"Nothing," I mutter. I move back over to her. When she rests her head back on my shoulder, I'm especially aware of my beating heart. I wonder if she can hear it. It's likely. My stupid heart is pounding against my ribcage like a drum.

Quiet down, heart! I think, then realize how stupid that thought is. Noelani is making me an idiot.

EULOGIES:

15th: Lucretius Marlo (D4M): Bit by a snake - Luc was a pretty popular character, and I really liked him. He was easy to write for and his interactions with other tributes were fun. Unfortunately, I didn't see him winning. He could have had the potential to go farther, but like Linen, I knew I'd just be dragging him along for an inevitable death. His death also kind of marks the point when the Careers get miserable. His submitter also had two tributes, so it was only a matter of time before one of them died; I thought that between Glorian and Luc, Glorian had more of a chance. Sorry for killing him, santiago. poncini20, but at least you still have Glorian!

ALLIANCES:

Cecelia/Trajan/Glitter/Glorian/Noelani/Vincent
Tristana/Arabella/Yael/Rachel
Axel/Hadley

SOLO:

Lennox
Dennis

KILL LIST/REMAINING TRIBUTES:

Cecelia Hart (D1F) - 1
Trajan Seth (D1M) - 2
Glitter Monique (D2F) - 1
Glorian Stafford (D2M) - 1
Lennox Porter (D3F) - 0
Noelani King (D4F) - 0
Dennis Fielder (D5M) - 1
Tristana Rockett (D6F) - 0
Axel Woodleigh (D6M) - 0
Vincent Elm (D7M) - 0
Hadley Moreau (D9M) - 1
Arabella Cantros (D10F) - 0
Yael Harident (D11F) - 0
Rachel Ivy (D12F) - 1

- Lilah