So just wrote this hope you like it :-) Her father had taught her about the honor of being a victor. Her older brothers needed not knowledge but the courage she had to volunteer at a reaping. Jade grew up breathing, eating and watching the Games. Trained by her father along side her brothers. Handling 12 inch daggers learning the many ways to release them. Performing the combinations to take down an opponent in a hand-to-hand combat. Practicing on her brother’s level, she was underestimated. “She will fail to live up to the respect and strength her siblings retain.” Jade grew to be proud as her family surname, lusty as her brothers but yearning for the respect of being a Victor. On the 15th year of the Annual Hunger Games, her 17th year of life, Jade volunteered. No other girl made move to strip her from the stage. Alongside Onyx, the boy tribute, Jade made her way into the unofficial pack of loyal Districts. Consisting of the tributes from 1 and 4 she played the ally until the arena allowed the unraveling of truth and treachery. One thing her father emphasized to her, trust is the veil for deceit in the Games. With the mind set of returning home, her name would be praised by the title of Victor instead of the speech of eulogy. Proving that she was the Victor to be that year. With a training score of 10, the unknown talent she possessed and the assurance from Onyx, Jade devised her strategy to get her to the final four where she would take the victory by hand. The 60 seconds began. The greatest obstacle of the Games was obvious already, the desert landscape they were put in. The flashes of her family, the comments of her expected failure filled her with a burning force that fueled her body more than the heat of the scorching sun upon them. Positioned to obtain her weapon. Setting her eyes upon a hooked sword lying on the cracked, scaly ground just beneath the tail of the Cornucopia. The sound of the gong rung. Instantaneously her hands grasped the leathered handle. The sword was given an extension for a greater length. One-by-one it tallied its victims. The days to come unfolded. Tributes were taken down by heat induced black outs, snake poison and rock avalanches. Clean water was only available at the top of the brick red mountains. Phosphorus and salt contaminated the river at the base, as every District 2 citizen would know. The mountain not to high to climb but high enough to send fragments of weakened rock down upon you. The allied pack took down as many tributes they could come upon. As she planned, it was the final four in the arena. Each ally that took watch the night before Jade pierced through their boned encased heart with the spear end of her hooked sword. Onyx wasn’t a problem she had to face. He had gotten killed the day before yesterday by the boy from 4. She made sure he was left for last. The only injury she had was at her hip by the girl from District 7 who repeatedly plunged a wooden arrowhead into her. The feast was announced but the strong notion of being the last tribute to take breath made her sure no one was getting their ration. The ground began to crack more than it had been. Lifting dirt and bouncing rock everywhere the table arose. Food piled on plates, water stilled in goblets, and what seemed as medicine in plastic containers with District numbers on them exposed a lot about the other three tributes. With a torch lighted by the sun glare on her sword she threw up the hanging ends of the table cloth over the material. The last thing she made to see was the District 4 medicine container and Jade lit the cloth on fire. Burning with a more intense heat this act brought out the other two tributes from 5 and 9. They sprinted toward Jade in a rage that clouded their thinking even more than their bodily necessities. Jade threw the torch into the face of the girl from 5 and swung at the boy from 9 who reciprocated with his own steel sword. As stronge as he may have been or unskilled in handling his sword, Jade jabbed the hook end of her sword into his neck and pulled it down to rip open the flesh. The girl from 5 was barely up but it took less effort to stab her chest and push her down. The 2 canons shot but Jade made means to finish once and for all. “Come out Marino! I let you go because I wanted you for last.” She yelled to the open heat. In an instant Marino limped his way to her wielding the sword that had belonged to Onyx. The sight only infuriated Jade more. Cautious of her peak talent Marino fought Jade. The last canon sounded. The sword falling against the orange tinted rocks on the ground. The table descending back into the ground still ablaze. The title of victor will live forever in her name, but the sight of seeing Onyx fall limp in the pile of heated rock will never cease to flash in her mind. Ladies and gentlemen Jade Rockefeller, Victor of the 15th Hunger Games. -Glarvel
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 18:33:19 +0000
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