I wipe down my kitchen counters while the duster dusts the living room. My wand in my hand and a cloth in the other. I wash out the rag and turn to the duster. The duster stops and turns to me. I smile and with a small motion with my wand, the duster is laid down gently on the wooden shelves. I sit down on the couch, exhausted from cleaning all day. I put my wand on the small table besides me and wave my hand. My wand glows slightly then flies to my room and dropping into a small box. I yawn and look out one of the windows. It's only afternoon. I started cleaning way earlier in the morning.
I get up and drag myself to the bathroom. Today is reaping day. The day I dread the most. I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are purple and my hair is long and black. My skin is pale due to being inside for long periods of time everyday. I put my hair up in a high ponytail with a black bow. I look at my eyes in the mirror and their purple glow fades away into a baby blue. I leave the bathroom for my room and look through my closet. I take out a black skirt and a light blue shirt with black 4-inch heels. After I'm changed, I grab my wand and it shrinks to pocket size and put it in my pocket. I'm about to leave when I remember my broom. I turn slightly and see it in a corner. It looks like your everyday broom. I point at it and it glows before flying in my hand and shrinking like my wand did. I place it in my pocket and head out the door.
The ground below the stage is so crowded I'm being pushed around. There are cameras everywhere. Of course there are, it's reaping day. Our mayor sits on top of the stage with a microphone stand in front of him. The Peacekeepers shoot above the crowd to silence them, then the mayor starts reading a long scrips about how the Dark Days have ended and to show the rebels who's in control, we are forced to give children form ages 12 to 18 to be taken into a arena to fight to the death and be the last one standing. Then a woman with a cold expression steps up and heads to the ball with the female names.
"Let's see...The female tribute of the 74th Hunger Games.." she says into the microphone. "Elera Phoenix." I see the cameras search for me in the crowd. Everyone around me backs away, leaving a circle of nothing but me in the middle. "Well? Come on, you know the drill." said the woman. I groan and start walking up to the stage. Everyone in front of me makes a pathway for me to get through. Once on stage, I cross my arms and zone out. When I finally come to, I am in the Justice Building. I missed the name of my district partner. I sit there in silence, waiting for visitor, but none come. Figures.
I'm like the creepy old lady you avoid going to see. Even though I'm not old at all and look okay for appearance. If I really wanted to, one spell, and I can change my appearance. But I do not wish to. Maybe why I have no visitors is because I avoid people. Well, not really my fault. People avoid me, too. Maybe that's because I have a resting cold face. A Peacekeeper comes in and escorts me to the train station. More cameras, great. I am by myself though. I don't know where my district partner is. When I'm on the train, I see what I believe to be my mentor, stylist, and escort. A man with emerald eyes, olive skin and brown hair. A girl with dark skin, black hair and brown eyes. And a man with brown eyes, red hair and pale skin like me.
I simply nod in respect and leave for my quarters. Once in there, I look out the window, watching District 8 pass. I started to think about my life before I fell off my broom into District 8.
Years ago, I lived in a place where my great, great, great, great grandfather called Asia. But to me and everyone else, it was Aetheris, a place of magic and creature like unicorns and fairies. It was a large. It had purple forest, cozy cottages, fairy dusts and all. I was 13 when I decided to go east of Aetheris. I had a large bag of supplies and backups just as a percussion on my broom. And I was right to. I was flying high in the clouds when I flew right into a storm. I was struck by lightning. It scorched my broom, and the magic that made it fly started to fly out of it. And I started to fall. I screamed, trying to catch hold of the situation.
I crash landed an abandoned house backyard. I landed in a bush, my broom far in a tree and my wand was snapped in half. I gasped and hopped in the air, large fairy wings growing out of my back and fluttered. I flew up to my broom to asses the damage. It was burned, nothing could save it. Then I heard a noise. I grabbed my broom and my bag off it. I put the bag on my back and shrunk the broom, putting it in my pocket. I changed my eye color and threw my wand off in the woods. My wand was long done. The Peacekeepers came rushing out the door and saw me. They took my arm and dragged me to the mayor. They wanted me executed for trespassing or even whipped, even though the house was abandoned. The mayor looked at me and said, "Let her be. Put her in a house and make sure she doesn't try to escape and keep an eye on her." And they did.
Not really. They didn't peek through my windows to see me do witch craft, but instead, everytime I went outside my doors to go to the market, they were there. They watched me like a hawk outside. Once I was in my house, they left me alone. That's one of the reasons I'm inside for so long.
When I come out of my daze, it's nightfall. So I look through the drawers and find a white robe. I undress and put on the robe, then crawl into be. I'll be in the capital tomorrow morning. Better get some rest.