The 'Flower of Panem' or 'The Angel of Mercy', Seraphine Reza is the jewel and pride of Panem. One of their most treasured victors in the history of the Hunger Games and a favorite of President Snow.
While she smiles, comforts and plays her part ev...
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Inside the arena, Seraphine 'Sera' Reza stared at the 'sky' with an unreadable expression. She stood on top of a thick branch of a tree, far away from the abandoned ghost of a village or small town. No doubt, a relic of a place from the ancient days.
From where she stood, she could see the snow-covered roofs of huts, manors, and cabins. It looked picturesque against the uprising sun but Sera knew better.
She knew that the streets were not only covered in snow. Underneath the snow was frozen blood and whatever was left behind by the fallen tributes. But the snow had done a good job at masking the morbid scent and sight. She shivered and huddled against the tree where she was hiding, tired as she looked down the tree.
Below were remains of the frozen herbs that she had found and tried to treat her fallen ally. Thyme, from District 11 was one of her only allies that had made it to this close and she honestly believed he could've made it to the end. He could've if his reasoning for carrying on, his lover, the female District 6 didn't die early.
Acadia's death was hard on Thyme, he never recovered. She still remembered how Thyme had broken down for the first time since the game began. She felt bad but she knew this was a game of life and death. Unfortunately, the guilt and remorse along with any other emotions would have to wait.
Sera took another glance down and sighed. The herbs near the tree were the only sign that someone had been there. That too was now being submerged under the cold white blanket. She remembered it now when they came to take his body away.
It was a few hours before dawn broke, in the dead of night. They came silently in their hovercrafts and took him away. It wasn't her first time seeing that thing. She saw it on the first day and when they came to get the rest of her allies.
Even though she knew that she couldn't help but get emotional over the losses. They were all so young. She vividly remembered the face of the young boy from District 3 who was only thirteen, only a year older than her younger cousin. He passed on the fifth night. Thinking about it, she closed her eyes and rubbed the sleepiness mixed in with sadness out of her eyes.
Snap. Snap.
Sitting up straighter, Sera carefully hid among the trees. The tall spruce trees gave her an excellent refuge from where she could safely stay and keep watch. It wasn't as warm or comfortable as the abandoned homes in the snow-covered town but it was something.
Footsteps were heard and the crunching sound of fresh snow being stepped on lightly echoed in the woods. Someone had come to the woods. Fear seized her body as she shifted in her position.
There weren't many of them left. Only five tributes remained, the voice of Claudius Templesmith echoed in her mind. It was mostly the careers. Not a surprise to anyone.
Right now she didn't care who it was lurking around or where they were. She just didn't want to be found. Quietly, she waited in the shadows for the sounds to fade. She kept her ears open and eyes peeled for a sign of an attack. Her heart hammered against her chest violently while she held onto her backpack. If there was someone out there, she needed to be ready.
