-Cyra Hensley, 18- HogwartsDreamer113-
My mother wakes me up. At first, I'm confused as to what she's doing home, but then I remember why.
It's reaping day.
My parents are both hard workers. My Mom's a teacher, Dad's an engineer. They're usually out working, but today the whole District shuts down for the reaping. I realize that two tributes have already volunteered; the District One reaping happened fifteen minutes ago, which means the District 2 reaping should be starting in fifteen minutes. Which means that I have about forty-five minutes until the District 3 reaping.
"You let me sleep in," I say, rubbing the wavy blonde hair out of my eyes.
My Mom's dull blue eyes, similar to my own, smile at me. "You deserved a break sweetie," she says, kissing the top of my head. "But you'd better hurry if you want to see Lennon before the reaping."
Of course I do. I get out of bed and get dressed. My mother helps me into my simple reaping dress and I put on a pair of flats as my mother helps me do my hair. She fastens a clip to hold my bangs back from my eyes, shaped like a bouquet of roses. I got it as a gift when I turned 18 from my boyfriend. I was flustered because the present was so nice, but he insisted I take it.
Together, we go down to the kitchen, where my father sits at the table, looking like he just woke up (which he probably did). He looks kind of bothered that the District shut down. He's very much a workaholic, and he's out more than he's here.
"Good morning dad," I say.
"Mhm," he grunts, bent over some blueprints with his breakfast and running a hand through his blond hair. I know he's trying to figure out how to make this blueprint work. I grab a small bagel for breakfast on my way out the door.
"Cyra!" I turn around when my mother calls me. "Are you going to visit your brother?"
"Yeah, I was going to stop by. Why?"
"Could you deliver something to him for me?"
"Sure."
She goes off to find something in her big stacks of papers, eventually coming back with a little rattle she got for a discount at the pawn shop. "Give this to him. To Greg, from Grandma. Alright?"
"Of course." My mom hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. "Come find me after the reaping before you run off with Lennon. Alright?"
I smile. "Sure thing, Mom."
"Good luck," she says. I nod and go off to my brother's house.
When I knock on the door, Rachelle opens. "Cyra!" she says, "What a nice surprise!" She takes me into a hug and I hug her back. My sister-in-law and I are on very good terms. She's a very sweet person.
"Please, come in!" she says, ushering me inside. It's a pretty modest place, but still cozy and homely. I walk into the living room and find my brother, in full reaping attire, holding my two-month-old nephew on his lap and rocking him gently.
"Hey," I say.
"Morning sis," he says, relaxing across the couch with the baby in his lap. "How are you?"
"Pretty good," I say, sitting next to him.
"How's Leeeeeeeeennon?" he asks, drawing out the word in the voice of a teasing schoolgirl.
I sigh, but smile. "He's good. Can't wait for me to be done with reapings."
"I can't wait either," he says, reaching over with one hand to ruffle my hair. I laugh quietly.
"Want to hold Greg?" he asks, already knowing what my answer will be.
"Of course," I say, smiling and taking the baby, who blinks up at me, sucking on his fingers. He looks like Isaac, with gentle eyes that are the same dull blue as mine and his father's. I smile and rock him gently. Lennon and I have often been babysitters for them when Rachelle goes out to work and try to make some extra money for them. We're fairly well-off as compared to many others in the District, but it's still not luxurious to live around here.
I hand the rattle to Greg. "There was a discount in the pawn shop," I say. "Mom wanted me to give this to you for whenever he can start to grab and play with toys."
"Tell her thanks," Isaac says, smiling. "I'm sure he'll love it when he's able to play with it. Until them, I'm sure it'll make him laugh when we shake it."
"You can tell her thanks when you see her at the reaping."
His face falls, as if he'd forgotten that the reaping is today. "Oh. Yeah, right."
In this dreary, dark, smoggy District, it's nice to see such tender, sweet things as this little baby. If you can't tell, I've been excited about being an aunt ever since Rachelle announced she was pregnant.
I check the time and realize that I only have twenty minutes until the reaping. I gently hand the baby back to my brother. "I promised I'd see Lennon and Tess before the reaping."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later, little sis. I hug him around the calm baby. I give Rachelle another hug before I leave and start to where I know Lennon will be waiting for me.
I see his familiar dirty blond hair and my heart beats slightly harder. I can't remove the smile from my face as he picks me up in a hug. "Hey," I say quietly.
"Hey," he says, letting me go. Lucky Lennon has been out of the reaping 2 years. Poor him, though, because now he has to be worried for me. He looks slightly nervous.
"It's my last year," I say, kissing him gently. "You made it all 6 years, so will I. There are a lot of girls in the District."
"Alright." He's so good at being patient, especially with our relationship. It's hard to wait for the reaping to be over, though. It's hard to wait for assured safety from the Games. After all, right now, my safety's still hanging in the air. I'm trying not to worry too much, though.
I take his hand and squeeze it.
"You're wearing your clip," he says, smiling.
"Of course! It's beautiful," I say, at his familiar brown eyes and feeling so much better.
"Just like you," he says, kissing my temple.
I roll my eyes but laugh. "Smooth."
"Just like me," he says, grinning.
I look at him, reliving the fond memories we've shared so far, hoping for many more fond memories to come. We walk together for a while, in silence, but a comfortable silence. Soon, crowds start to fill up the square, and I see my best friend Tesla approaching so we can go into the reaping together, since we both belong in the 18 section for girls.
She comes over to us, smiling at Lennon. "Hi Lennon," she says.
"Hey," he greets.
"Ready to go Cyra?" she asks.
"As ready as I'm going to be," I sigh. I give Lennon one last kiss. "See you after," I say. "My mom wanted me to find her, but I'll find you right after. Want to meet by the pawn shop?"
"Sounds like a plan." He gives me another kiss, and I savor the feeling of his smile. Then, with one last wave, he goes to the audience area. Tess and I walk to the reaping together, making quiet small-talk.
"How's Greg?" she asks, as the lady pricks our fingers.
"He's good," I say, smiling. "As cute and sweet as ever."
"That's good."
I nod as we go to the 18 section. "Mom was able to get a rattle for cheap."
"Really? That's awesome!" I nod.
We find other friends within the group of girls and stand with them as the reaping begins with the mayor reading the damn Treaty of Treason.
The escort is the same one that's been there ever since I was 12. Lennon says that her first year was when he was 12, eight years ago. Her hair is dark purple and perfectly wavy, and with white gemstones by her eyes. Her dress is long and dark indigo, making her look even more slender and tall.
"Good morning, District 3," she says, her voice gentle but also loud enough to be heard easily. "And welcome to the reaping for the 84th annual Hunger Games! I am your escort, Elizabeth Ponds, and I bring to you a special video straight from the Capitol!" She turns to the screen, a gentle smile on her face as the video starts to play.
It's the same video I've been watching for 6 years. I actually payed attention when I was 12, but from then, I never cared. It's the same thing every year, after all. Watching it isn't going to make you less likely to be reaped. Maybe if it did people would actually care.
The video ends as the last note of the Capitol anthem fades away. Elizabeth waits patiently for all the sound to fizzle away into silence before she smiles brightly, her eyes surveying the crowd. "So, without further ado, let's choose our brave young man and woman that will represent their District in the Hunger Games!" She smiles and walks to the girl's bowl, her high heels clicking on the stage as she goes.
She gets all the way to the bowl before she remembers to say, "Of course, I'll select the young woman first." She reaches her hand into the bowl, swishing around the papers, taking her time. I reach over and take Tess's hand, squeezing it. She squeezes my hand back.
She's been my best friend since we were only 6 years old, we're practically sisters. I just really need her support right now, bracing myself for the worst but hoping the odds will be in my favor.
Elizabeth picks a slip of paper, making her way slowly back to the microphone and leaving all of us in suspense. She clears her throat. "Cyra Hensley!"
Tess squeezes my hand tighter, and suddenly things start to come crashing down on me. I realize that I'm going to go into the Hunger Games, I was so assured I'm safe, I didn't take time to enjoy my time with friends and family, I didn't do so much…
"Come on up, Cyra, don't be shy!" Elizabeth says. Tesla lets go of my hand. I start on my way to the stage, trying not to cry. I hold in the tears, going up the stairs and joining Elizabeth on the stage.
"Very nice," she says, with a pat on the shoulder. I see Lennon in the crowd, his face buried in his hands, and that's when I can no longer control the tears. I can't believe I'm leaving him… I can't believe I'm going into the Games… The tears roll down my cheeks, and I try to stop them but to no avail. Elizabeth's dark blue eyes look at me in pity, patting my shoulder gently before she goes to select the male tribute. She picks a slip quickly this time, going back to the microphone while I try to control my tears in front of the entire nation. I see my face on the big screen and more tears come from humiliation.
"Ductor Romilly!" I recognize that name. Suddenly, I remember why. He has an older sister… Yes, and she's my age. This is her last reaping. She's safe. I wipe my eyes to find my District partner, but his journey to the stage is delayed as well. "Ductor? Ductor?" she asks impatiently. Finally a boy comes from the 15-year-old section, wiping at his eyes as he walks up the stage. By the time I see him up close, though, his face is set like stone in a tough expression. Better than I did, I think despairingly. I notice that he has a scar on his lip and wonder what may have caused it. I start to worry, then scold myself for worrying.
"Very nice, very nice! Now, shake hands, you two!" she brings us closer together. Ductor puts out a hand to me, and I shake it, trying not to be timid or weepy.
"Everyone, your District 3 tributes!" The District goes into timid applause.
~.~.
-Ductor Romilly, 15- Kate-The-Great-And-Powerful-
Edie shakes me to wake me up. When I wake up I see her auburn hair and smile. I sit up and rub my eyes.
"Morning."
"Morning."
I get out of bed, stretching and yawning.
"It's reaping day."
"Unfortunately."
She smiles, but it looks pained. "It's your last," I say.
"So it is."
I get out of bed. She looks up at something. "Oh, that must be Bet." She walks out of the room quickly to tend to her child.
Meanwhile, I stretch and start to get ready for the reaping. Lucky Edie, I think. After this year, she's safe from the Games. Maybe not safe from starvation and factory work and harsh District life, but she's safe from the Games. I'm sure Dana will be pleased.
Dana is my half-sister's boyfriend, and also the father of Bet. We were truly worried when she went into labor, afraid her 17-year-old body couldn't handle it, but she stayed strong. Bet's a whole year old now. Edie always used to say how lucky it was I couldn't hear his cries so I actually got sleep when he was younger.
Oh, yeah, I guess that's something that's kind of important. I've been mostly deaf since I was 10 years old. I mean, it was my own fault, in a way, came from a gnarly injury I got while doing what I loved the most: ice skating. The shabby excuses for ponds that are here freeze over nicely when the winter weather gets cold. My friends and I like to go out and skate around as much as possible through the winter. That's how I bashed my head so good I lost my hearing. Or, well, most of it.
My family was able to find some old books on sign language, so we're fairly fluent after five years of learning it. And for the signs we don't know, we just improvise. I've learned to read lips well enough over these past years that I can make out what people are saying, even when all I hear is blurred or faint sounds.
Another ice skating injury left its impact, a scar on my lip. It's not too drastic but it's at least somewhat noticeable up close. I look in the small mirror we have and run a finger across the scar. Other than that, I can't say I'm very cool or impressive. I have dark hair and brown eyes, and am overwhelmingly average. I adjust my hair and go back to my room to get dressed for the reaping.
I wear an average outfit, not wanting too much attention to be drawn to me if I can avoid it. Lately, I've been in such a… rut. I think it's because I've just realized that my being deaf has affected how I speak. Because I can't hear my own words, I must be speaking with some kind of lisp. That's why I haven't really wanted to talk… I don't like having people notice that I'm different. I can't really help it now, but I try to read lips and speak normally.
I go out to the kitchen where my half-sister is bouncing Bet on her leg, feeding him breakfast. He smiles when he sees me, putting up his chubby arms.
"Hi," I say, patting his head and smiling.
My mother comes out into the kitchen. She was once married, but her husband, Edie's father, left her because I wasn't his.
"Morning Mom," says Edie, and I nod good morning.
"Morning," she says, smiling at us.
"Any news on my father?" I ask her, curious. My father is a very cool man, according to my mother. She loved him very deeply, but before I was born, he was sent off to work in District 5, and she hasn't heard from him since. It doesn't stop me from asking, though.
"Get your breakfast so you can catch Volt before it's reaping time," Edie suggests, signing as best as she can with the baby on her lap.
"Good idea," I say, grabbing a quick bite to eat before going out the door. I head to my usual meeting spot with my best friend Volt, silently praying that Ampere isn't with him. Ampere is my best friend's girlfriend, one year older than us at 16. I used to really like Ampere, but lately there's just been something about her mannerisms that sends me into a deep abyss of self-doubt.
She was the one that commented on how "I couldn't have even been able to tell you were deaf if it wasn't for how you talked!" That's what made me start to wonder how I actually sounded. I didn't think I talked any different than anyone else. It's starting to make me doubt how normal I actually seem. Everybody knows I'm different.
I see the distinct red hair of my best friend and am relieved to find that his girlfriend isn't with him. I really wanted some alone time with him before the reaping.
"Hey!" he says, waving, and I smile at him. I feel totally comfortable around Volt, and he's the only person I feel like I could chat with forever. I'm surprised that he lets me go on so much, really. I haven't exactly told him how Ampere's made me feel, because I didn't want to cause any trouble or anything.
"What's up?" I ask with an impromptu sign. Not even Edie knows the sign language Volt and I use. Unfortunately for me, though, Ampere does know, because we were really close when we all created the language. I wish I liked Amp more, especially because she means the word to Volt. I just can't like her more, not with how she makes me feel. Maybe I'm just overreacting.
"Not much. Your sister's done with reapings after this year, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Yeah, that's good. Really good. I really hope she isn't picked. I hope I'm not picked. I hope you're not picked either. And, of course I hope that Amp isn't picked. Man, Amp… I really love Amp. Without her, I don't know where I'd be. I wouldn't be myself." I really wish he'd dump her, but I don't want to tell him that.
Maybe it's just because I don't understand love. I never have. I mean, yeah, I understand the love of family. I love my family, my sister and nephew and mother, I love them all dearly. And I love my best friend, Volt, but not in… A romantic way. Romance has never really made sense to me. I see it everywhere and yet I don't sympathize with those who go off about romance. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I just haven't found someone yet. I'm only 15, after all. Maybe something went wrong and I broke. Who knows?
Volt babbles and rambles on and on all about Amp and how much he loves Amp. Amp is so perfect, and so sweet all the time, and she really looks out for me. Doesn't she look out for us Ductor? Whatever.
Maybe someday I'll understand how he feels. The thought doesn't really seem that appealing to me. Oh well. Maybe one day I'll find someone and everything will come into color. Maybe then I won't be as broken.
I'm 15, I have time to figure it out. That is… Unless I get reaped. Then I really won't have a lot of time. And if I don't get reaped, I'll have until next year before my life is on the line again.
Ampere appears seemingly out of nowhere just then. "Hey you!" she says, hugging Volt and kissing him. "Oh, hi Ductor."
"Hi," I sign. Ever since she commented about my weird speech, I haven't really wanted to talk. No matter how muddily and distantly her voice sounds, I still don't like hearing it. I don't like seeing her. I feel like I constantly have to be on-guard for another one of her comments that sounds innocent but keeps me up at night wishing I weren't so special.
"I'll meet you at the reaping," I say to Volt, trying to keep a light, friendly countenance.
"Oh, okay! Bye!"
"Good luck at the reaping Ductor!" Ampere says, using the sign language we made up before waving. I quickly leave there.
I get to the Square early, but don't really mind. I get my blood taken without having to wait in line and go into the 15 section for boys, where a couple of guys my age are already waiting. I don't talk to them, though, because I don't really know them well and I'm fairly insecure. I wait for a bit, twiddling my thumbs. Soon, more and more people start to arrive. Volt appears behind me, looking over-the-moon.
"Ampere's so sexy," he says. I don't really get it. I mean, I get it but I don't get why it's so important to Volt's happiness. There are a lot of things I don't get, I guess.
Soon, the reaping begins when the mayor begins to read from the Treaty of Treason. After that, the escort takes the stage. She wears a dark blue dress with gemstones like the sky, and smiles kindly at us. Volt said her name is Elizabeth Ponds. I can't read her lips from here, and the video flashes by in colors with sound that sounds like I'm simultaneously underwater and at the end of a long tunnel. I can't make anything out except for what might be music (?). Volt looks towards the girls, searching for Ampere.
Elizabeth keeps talking but I can't hear what she's saying. After a great delay, she picks a name from the glass bowl that I'm pretty sure is for girls. There's a delay before a girl emerges from the 18-year-olds. She has blonde hair, but that's really all I can see from here. When her face comes up on the big screen, she looks alright for having just been reaped. Once she gets up on the stage, though, tears come to her eyes. Poor girl.
The escort pats her on the back before going over to the glass bowl meant for boys. She takes much less time to pick a name. I wait to see which one of us has been reaped, but nobody's moving. Some people pause and then start to turn around. Volt's eyes are wide and look horrified. He taps me on the shoulder and his eyes convey what he doesn't want to say to me.
Tears come to my eyes at realizing that I've been chosen to fight in the Games. Tears come out of my eyes as I walk up to the stage and realize that millions of people are watching me. I'm passing the 18-year-olds when I dry my eyes and set my expression in stone, walking up the stairs and trying to feign calmness.
"Shake hands, you two!" The escort is now close enough that I can read what she's saying. My District partner (I didn't hear her name) looks like she's trying hard to fight the tears. I put out my hand and she shakes it. Before I know it, we're being escorted back into the Justice Building.
.
I sit alone and my mother comes in first, crying. She takes me into a tight hug, and I can feel her shaking. She lets me go, her face red as tears stream down her cheeks.
"You have to win," she says and signs. "You have to win."
"I'm going to do my best." It's all I can promise. I'm already at a disadvantage because I'm young and mostly deaf, but I still have to try.
She pulls me into another hug, kissing my cheek, hugging me tightly. I hug her back, savoring these possible last moments with my mother.
"Ductor, I have to tell you something," she says, signing at the same time and biting her lip nervously. "Your father isn't really gone at District 5. The truth is that…" She stares at the floor. "I don't know who he is."
My heart sinks into my stomach. The news hurts. I always thought my father was someone impactful and important, especially in the life of my mother. I always thought that one day I could be as cool as him. But it was all a lie. The truth is that we really don't know who he is. He could be anyone.
"Oh…"
"Please don't be mad at me, Ductor… I'm sorry for lying to you. I just wanted to make you feel better."
"It's fine…" My heart sits uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. I can't believe she held the lie from the time I was so young…
She hugs me again, a hug that I half-heartedly return. "I'm sorry, Ductor. I love you."
"Love you too." The Peacekeepers escort her out.
Edie comes in next, holding Bet on her hip.
"Hey," she says, hugging me around the baby. She puts Bet on my lap, and the baby curls into my stomach.
"You're going to win, right?" Edie asks me.
"I'm going to try." I'm not going to tell her I'm going to win if I'm not even confident in myself.
"That's all I can ask of you, little brother. I love you, Ductor. I love you so much." She hugs me again, around the baby, and Bet snuggles against my stomach, feeling warm and soft. I feel horrible about everything, about the fact that this is happening and the fact that I have no self-confidence… I just feel really bad.
"I love you too," I tell my sister. I kiss the top of Bet's head. "And I love you too, Bet. You be good. Make sure to bet on me." I laugh at my own joke. "Get it? Bet?"
My sister has tears in her eyes, but she laughs. "Of course you'd make a joke at a time like this," Edie says, smiling.
"I can't leave you sad," I say, even though I know she's going to be sad and there's nothing I can do about it.
"I love you Ductor. You have to come home."
"Love you too, Edie. I'm going to try my very best." Edie leaves.
The last one to visit is Volt. He comes without Amp, which is a relief to me.
"No Ampere?" I ask him. I wonder why she wouldn't come- oh wait, it's because she doesn't like me!
"It was too painful for her," Volt says and signs.
"Are you really sure about that?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
"Dude, lay off. She was really devastated and she didn't want you to see her so devastated. She cares about you."
Sure. "Alright, sorry."
"I'm going to miss you while you're gone. Come back home, alright?"
"I'm going to go into that Arena and I'm going to do my very best." I feel comfortable talking around Volt, so I use less sign language.
"That's all I can ask of you, man. Good luck. We'll be rooting for you back here and waiting for you to come back." He gives me a hug that I return.
"Thanks."
"Oh, that reminds me." He takes his only and favorite watch of his wrist and holds it out to me. "Take this."
I look at the watch, shaking my head. "No way. What if I die?"
"You think the watch is gonna be what I care about if you reel over?"
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes. I'm really sure. Take it."
"If you're sure…" I take the watch. "Thanks."
He gives me one last hug. "Love you, man. You know."
"Yeah, I know. Love you too."
He walks out.
~.~.
Cyra
The first to visit is my family. My mother hugs me immediately, letting out a sob. "My baby! My Cyra!" She hugs me tightly, and her tears make me start to cry again. She hugs me tightly, my Dad standing on the other side, looking sad.
My mother strokes my hair and holds onto me tightly, crying and sobbing.
When she finally lets go of me, Isaac hugs me tightly, fighting tears himself. Rachelle passes off Greg to Isaac before giving me a hug. Isaac hands me Greg and lets me hold him. The baby is sleeping peacefully, and my tears drip onto his stomach.
"You have to come home, Cyra," Isaac says. "You just have to. We can't go on without you."
"I have a shot," I say. "I'm 18. I can make it." I'm never going to give up. I hand Greg back to Rachelle who gives me one last hug, but I hug Isaac and kiss him on the cheek one last time. Then I hug my father, who hugs me back though awkwardly. And my mother latches onto me, sobbing.
"I love you all so much," I say.
"We love you too," Isaac says.
"So much," Rachelle adds. My mother sobs, "I love you, Cyra…"
Soon, the Peacekeepers force them all to leave, my mother going with pained sobs. My heart breaks.
Lennon comes next, and as soon as he comes in I throw my arms around him, sobbing. He hugs me back tightly, burying his face in my shoulder.
"Cyra… Sh… Listen to me Cyra… You can do this."
"Everyone's going to be watching me," I cry quietly. "Even… Them-"
"Cyra, listen to me. You can't think of that. Remember that I'll be with you every step of the way. I'll be rooting for you, alright? I love you. Think of me."
"I love you!" I say, hugging him tightly. "I love you so much…"
He kisses the top of my head. "I love you too." He kisses me and I kiss back, and before I know it, he's gone too.
Tess comes in last, along with some of our other friends. I get hugs all around.
"Cyra, you can do this," Tess says, and my other friends agree. "You're capable. You're not hopeless. You're strong and independent, and you can do this. Please, don't count yourself out. Don't underestimate your own strength. Promise that no matter what you do you don't ever give up and underestimate yourself."
"I promise." I hug all of them, and we do a big group hug, many of them crying. Tess tries to keep a straight face, fending off the tears.
"Love you," she says, drying the tears off my face and pulling me into a hug. "Be strong. Fight. Don't let them get to you, alright?"
"I promise I won't. Love you too." They're escorted out.
Elizabeth gathers me and Ductor and soon, we're speeding away from the gray smog of District 3 and on our way to the Capitol.
~.~.
A/N: Holy fuck! This story has four chapters and over fifty reviews!? You guys are so generous with your reviews and I have to say I absolutely love it! I appreciate your reviews so much, even if I don't respond to them individually. I still can't believe that this story has so many reviews, but I honestly can't thank you guys enough for continuing to tell me what you think. It serves as a great incentive to get out chapters faster.
Also, another thing. To my outer District peeps: Don't worry, alright? Because there's no way in hell I'm going to half-ass this story and you bet your butt I'm going to see it out to the very end. I know the pain of submitting an outer-District tribute and having their POV never be seen, but this SYOT is NOT dying. Alright? Alright. Just wanted to let you know.
Also, if you like SYOTs, check out my profile! In my list of tributes I've submitted to SYOTs (some of you will probably recognize them because I recognize you guys on other SYOTs), you can find some really awesome SYOTs that are still accepting! One in particular that still has spots open is Where There's a Will by Hannah the Scribe. It's REALLY good and only two spots are left so please consider submitting and reviewing and giving them lots of love. Another one that needs tributes is Crimson Never Dies: 56th Annual Hunger Games (SYOC)by GenuineHarajukuDoll. There are plenty of others on my profile, so please check out the list if you like submitting to SYOTs!
This is a lot of text. Oh well. Christmas break approaches, so hopefully the District 4 reapings will be out soon. My other baby right now is a partial SYOT for the 36th Games, and we're in the final 4 now so I'm rotating between that story and this one. If you want to get a shit-ton of points, read 36 and review it! It's just getting intense!
Also, there are still a few mentor/escort spots left that I'd like to fill! So if you're bored, check those out. They don't take too long to fill out.
Alright, that's all I have to say even though it's like half a page.
Chapter Question: Same story. To my lovely D3 submitters: What did you think of your tributes? To everyone else: Which one stood out to you more and why?
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Sinfonian Legend: 295
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Skyflapple: 11
ThisWorldWeHate: 17
TyeTheLurker (Guest): 5
We're All Okay: 31
W. R. Winters: 46
Thanks so much for your reviews, support, and time! If I don't update again, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!
