The Powers of The Ancient
By Pika Gold and Olive Knight
Faxir lay wide awake in his bed. His copper, red locks was in a tangled mess and his eyes seem to imply that he didn't sleep at all. His mind was filled when nonsensical things. Faxir decided that he was almost going crazy. Cornelia asked of him something that was almost impossible for the well-being of mankind. There was reason that mankind hasn't gotten to it yet. But it was something that Cornelia knew and needed to do. She was everything to Faxir, and he knew it. He would even go to the depths of hell with her no matter what.
Faxir sighed and contemplated his research table with deep reasoning. Where could he find the source for such great power? If he only knew, he would've reassured Cornelia already. Faxir knew of the many fables about great power coming with a great price. But where was the power in the first place?
He sighed and walked over to the experiment table where 24 vials lay. In each, a formula he perfected was in each. Faxir felt a little self-pride as he looked at them. But how could he get the DNA to be magically enhanced with an element?
Faxir ruffled his hair in frustration. He knew he was a great inventor and technical genius. The only thing he had the most problem was whenever she requested something. Faxir has never knew how many things in life that he actually did not understand. Ever since Cornelia came, Faxir has become to see everything in a new light.
Why do we find pleasure in the death of humans? Faxir wanted to understand. He wanted to know the truth of how the Hunger Games started. After 80 Quells, who was President Snow? And why is there so much pain and grief associated with that name for Cornelia? Faxir wanted to reach out his hand and pull Cornelia out of the depths of darkness. She needed help, and he would grant it for her.
Now, the only thing he needed was that source. Suddenly, Faxir stopped as an idea struck him. "Why didn't I think of this?" Faxir muttered to himself and hit himself on the forehead. He guffawed silently but started to cough instead. He gripped the side of his stomach for support.
"Now where is that book..." Faxir exclaimed and started to ravage the hodge podge of the place. "Ah... the power of the ancients." He smirked to himself and slid open the front cover. Cornelia gave it to him when she assigned him this project. Of course he accepted her wishes and started working hard with the gamemakers to complete it.
As Faxir gingerly flipped the page, he noticed that there wasn't an author or a date that it was written. Instantly, Faxir felt a sort of weird gut feeling but continued on without much of a second thought. Faxir's smile grew more and more as he flipped through the pages. He muttered ah and hmmm every once ad while. When Faxir put the book down, he had an idea of where to get the source.
The Forces of Nature.