Princess of the Sea

By: CyanideMuffins7

Chapter 15: Reminisce

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hunger Games, the trilogy or any of the characters Suzanne Collins has created. I only take credit for the characters I have created and the plot I have made.

We had to stick around the clearing since Canon wasn't physically able enough to move around. Wren insisted that we were far from any of the Careers and Bachus added that Jadalis's team wouldn't dare going around this area. Probably the only things that can attack us are Mugakus or the Diomede.

We were here for about two days, starving and sharing the water Bachus and I had with Canon, Wren and Coda. Over the two days, Wren seemed to be taking charge of our crew by organizing shifts between each of us— minus Canon—for guard duty during the evenings as well as daily duties for everyone. Coda and I were assigned to go searching for food while Wren and Bachus would stay behind and defend the camp. We were able to come back with some rabbit and berries but that was it. But we survived.

I also began to notice Coda was especially attached to me. She would follow me around and sleep next to me when it wasn't my shift or hers. I began to notice when we headed out in search for food, Coda was staying close by me. I didn't mind it at all though.

While we were out hunting, I found a few berries and checked if they were edible then hand Coda some, "Have a few." I say as I pop one of the berries into my mouth. Coda looks at me surprised for a second then she gently takes one and places it on her tongue while closing her mouth. She seemed pleased about the taste.

We keep searching until Coda calls out for me, "Pandora, can you reach these for me?" I head towards Coda to see a thin tall tree with dark red leaves and plums hanging from the branches. I gently picked a few from the tree while handing them to Coda.

"Pandora?" Coda says timidly, "What?" I say as I hand Coda another plum, "Can I call you my Big Sister?"

I slowly look over my shoulder to notice Coda was looking down at the plum I had just given her. The way she stood and the way she looked down reminded me of when I was young. I used to do that when I was shy or timid of someone or something. "Of course." I say with a smile.

By the next day, Canon was able enough to walk and move around. He was so full of energy he would run from the camp and return with some smaller foods like berries and nuts. It was rather interesting to see Canon on his feet with his wounds healing.

I sat against the tree sharpening my throwing axes as Coda hung around with Bachus today. Coda was also becoming more attached to Bachus as was him (even though he may not know it). She was beginning to watch what he was doing or sit with him when it was his shift to guard. She also calls him, "Bachy", although he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Bachus doesn't seem to mind Coda's presence at all.

Our rations were becoming low, and we needed more food. We were able to survive on berries, nuts and some of the bread that our Sponsors send us, but we need something good. So I put my weapons down and began to construct a net by splicing a few of the ropes we had and weaved it in small overhand knots. Once I was complete, its lattice like pattern was done well.

I didn't want to bother Coda, so I left the clearing alone with my net and my weapons sheathed onto my belt. The stream wasn't that far from our camp, but knowing the Diomede is still out there I'll have to be cautious.

As I approach the stream, the smell of decedent flowers filled the air and I arm myself with my axe to cautiously step towards the water. I carefully inspect the water. I may not have found the Diomede, but I have found an abundance of fish here. I take two sticks off the ground and hammer it on each side of the bed with the butt of my utility knife. I then tie the rope on the sticks in the stream. From there I can catch the fish.

I sat by the bed as I watch the net bobbing around in the water as the fish seem to catch themselves in the weaves. Dad taught me how to make a net and knots when I was about six. Now I can tie them like I know the alphabet.

The thought of my father only made me think if he's actually watching. Ever since Evan and Ian died, he never bothered to watch the Hunger Games like I did. He must have been repulsed to see any game without thinking about Evan and Ian. Maybe Dad isn't watching since this would be his third child that was sent into the games. He says I'm going to win, but what happens if he watches his little girl die on TV? He isn't watching.

I then began to wonder about what Coda, Bachus, Wren and Canon's parents thought when they're reaped. Were they devastated like my family was?

It was probably a good twenty minutes when I retrieve the net from the stream and bundle it up so the fish wouldn't escape. It wasn't a lot, but it will suffice. I toss the net over my shoulder and begin to walk back to camp. I just hope that no one is freaking out that I left.

But the thought of everyone in this arena, made me think about them. What was their life like at home? What did they think when they were reaped?

Many questions begin to form in my mind, until I see Valentine by the trees.