Jonas Thremb, Gamemaker

"Jonas, call your team together and round up the mentors," said Wayland, "I have a surprise for them." Jonas leapt from his seat, eager to get away from monitoring the tribute cameras. Hilly and Wyler were probably still asleep, but they'd wake up for this.

After an hour of prodding, he finally managed to get Hilly out the door. It'd only taken a phone call to rouse Wyler. He'd probably be waiting for them back at the Game Center. And he was. They made their rounds through the mentor wings, waking each of them and bringing them down to the meeting room. As the last mentor, the woman from Eight, took her seat, Wayland and Wilowa entered from the opposite side of the room.

"Why have you called us in so early," asked Baro from Two.

"We have decided that the tributes need some actual advice from their mentors. Think long and hard about what you want to say to them. You'll only have this paper." Jonas saw Wayland hold up a very small piece of paper, no more than two square inches. The mentors would have to condense their messages, whatever they were.

Shantelle 'Elle' Lester, D2

"What is that?" Elle asked, seeing the small parachute lad next to Paxton. It couldn't be big enough to hold ay sort of sponsor gift, so what was it? She watched as he pulled out a small piece of paper, covered front and back with small writing. Paxton's eyes looked strained as he read.

"Read it aloud." She said.

"'Although we were angry in your choice to abandon your alliance, I see now that you, Paxton, did this to save miss Lester. Robert and Anastasia refuse to help you, and many of the mentors side with them, but I am here for you. You are still representatives of District Two, and it is my job to try to get you home safely. The poison will be a great weapon, use it. The gamemakers have mentioned that there is an antidote in the arena. It comes from the mutts. Impossible to get. I am rooting for you both. Make sure you work together, and never separate.' It's from Auila."

"She managed to say that much on here?" Elle took the paper and flipped between the two sides, admiring Auila's small handwriting. "What does she mean by 'never separate'?"

"Probably that we're just stronger as a team. But all the other mentors are on Peter and Helena's side. If they get a note too, it might tell them where to find us. We need to move."

"No." Elle grabbed at his jacket as he went to climb from their perch. She turned him around, smiling. "Let's make you a bow."

Rachel Beta, D7

Rachel wore her jacket now, despite the heat. Her arm was swollen, and she was starting to lose feeling in her fingers on her left side. A small yet radiating pain was now in her shoulder blades. Sarah knew her sister was hurt, but Rachel and Cicenna told her that it was an infection from the arrow wound. The sight of Rachel's arm would make the girl sick to her stomach.

Rachel was glad that there were only thirty-something tributes left in the game. It would make it easier for Cicenna and Sarah to win when she died.

"Rachel! Rachel!" called Sarah. She in the higher branches, keeping watch on the surrounding area. "A parachute! It's from Dad!" Rachel bolted upright, a motion that sent a wave of pain through her body and dizziness through her head. Cicenna told Sarah to bring the chute down to them. It was probably an antidote. Waste of a gift, dad, she thought. I'm not coming home.

But it wasn't an antidote. It was a single piece of paper with a simple statement written on it.

Find the mutts. Their saliva is the cure.

Rachel fought back the tears that were coming as she looked up to whatever camera was hidden in the trees, and surely there was, and shook her head. She wasn't going to ask Cicenna to risk her life like that, and she would allow Sarah to try. Rachel herself was in no condition to go mutt hunting. Her neck tired quickly and she stopped. Rachel saw another parachute descending. Was this another note?

It was, but this one came with a gift. A small jar filled with a blue-tinted liquid and a spoon sat in the container along with a note. This was from District Eight. The note simply said 'For the pain'. She silently thanked the sponsors of district Eight, and wondered if her own district had helped get this for her. Cicenna helped Rachel down the first small spoonful, and the pain erased itself. She tried sitting up, but couldn't. Her muscles still couldn't manage the job. The poison must have been a neurotoxin. Rachel relaxed into a comfortable position and settled in for a nap.

Fiona Fierry, D5

Fiona swung her blade forward at the boy from Eight. He dodged it, flinging himself backward into a tree. She heard Zane behind her, fighting the larger of the two adversaries. She had the dark haired one, who was closer to her height, although much stronger. She tensed to swing again, and this time she managed to slice her small sword into his arm. It wasn't as deep as she would have liked, but it was enough to force him to the ground.

Fiona kicked the boy's blade from his hand, and she heard the other one shout his name. The boy named Guerard wouldn't live long enough to beg for his life. Fiona was about to plunge her weapon into his chest when she heard the scream. She spun and saw Zane lying on the ground, bled out and clearly dead. The blonde boy charged in her direction, and she spun on the spot and took off from the area. Only when she was a good distance away did she realize that the boy had stopped chasing her.

Zane was gone. Gustin. Ganch. Iris. Bridgely, Seairra. Alarzin. They were all gone. She was the only one left from Five, and she was alone. No allies. No one to help her. Fiona was about to break down in the grass when she saw a parachute land right in front of her. She scrambled forward to open it, worried that the two boys would start coming for her soon. Fiona detached the canister from the shoot and climbed the nearest tree before opening it. Inside was a note from Max.

Keep going. Don't mourn. Not yet. There will be time for that when you are on the train home. Stay in the trees. Do NOT seek out fights like that one. You will only end up like Zane and the others. You can do this, Fiona.

Fiona began to cry in her tree, ignoring Max's advice.

Carsander Amell, D8

"Guer. Guer!" Carsander shook Guerard's face, keeping him awake. He'd lost blood quickly, and his skin was nearly white. Sander quickly removed his jacket and shirt and tied the latter around Guerard's wounded arm. He tied it into a makeshift tourniquet before slipping back into his jacket. He strained, but managed to lift Guerard from the ground. There was no way he'd be able to get him up into a tree, so Carsander searched the surrounding area for some sort of shelter, which finally came in the form of a burrow beneath a tree. It wasn't the right size for Guer, so Carsander laid him as best he could into the small hole before starting his search for rocks or branches or any form of camouflage. Sander found only a single rock and two small branches, but the ground near the tree was muddy, so he helped Guer smear the mud across his skin and clothes, leaving only the wound area clean.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry, okay? You'll be fine. I'll be close by. Just try to relax. Don't sleep. Not yet." Guerard didn't speak, but he nodded before laying his head back against the rough bark of the tree.

The Fallen

Zane Aperechton, District Five. Stabbed by Carsander.

So what do you guys think about the mentors getting to send notes to their tributes? Some are simple, others are elaborate. Carsander and Guerard haven't received their note, yet. I just felt it would be nice to ease the mind's of 'Guerander' fans to know that Guer is still alive. Fiona is the only one left from Five. Was she who you expected to last the longest from that District?

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