I own nothing but Arya Stoneflower. All credit goes to Author Collins, Author of the Hunger Games. This is my first story, (: please be gentle. Not done just yet.
Seneca Crane was walking onto the Bridge in Capitol thinking of new ideas for the game, and then he saw a pale foot sticking out from under a fallen branch across the bridge. "Damn..." he ran over moving the branch from the woman's back crouching down beside her "Are you alright" she didn't respond, she was knocked out. Thinking fast Seneca lifted her up running off holding her "Got to get you conscious..." he placed her under the nearby tree, pulling a water bottle from a bag he uncapped it. Seneca gently poured it into his palm and onto her face "Hey... Miss" her eyes slowly opened "Huh?" Seneca sighed feeling relieved "You're ok, you were unconscious under a tree limb" she looked at him, laughing quietly "I like your beard..." Seneca laughed, feeling a bit better that she was living "A lot of people do. May I ask your name?" She looked at him "Arya Stoneflower, who're you" Seneca smiled moving a lock of Arya's hair from her eyes "Seneca Crane" Arya straightened herself before whispering scared "The game maker!" Seneca gently held her hand worrying "No, no it's going to be fine. I'm not going to hurt you" Arya looked at him trusting him "Ok, I believe you" Seneca stood up then gently took her hand helping her up "Where do you live? I can take you there." Arya pointed across the bridge "Right on the corner"