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...
"Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on. The sun proceeds unmoved,"
Apparently With No Surprise
- Emily Dickinson
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3 years and 8 months later,
"Friends, family and strangers, we gather here to mourn Uriel Orson, beloved father, grandfather and victor of the 12th Hunger Games." Mayor Weathers began in a somber voice as the night wind whistled sadly.
Around a small coffin in front of the entrance of an underground chamber, gathered a small group of people. Wreath of poppies and willow leaves made by Sera and her cousin laid upon the coffin.
Peacekeepers guarded the private funeral from a distance while mourners laid rest to Uriel.
With a blank face, Sera stared at the body of Uriel. He was cold and lifeless but she felt nothing. She hardly knew him and even if she did, she would hardly wait for someone else.
"A life lived in sacrifice, Uriel will be remembered by all. His legacy will carry on."
Uriel was fortunate. A huge family, a circus of grandchildren and children with no ties to the Capitol. He was fortunate. One of the lucky ones, dead from old age, just shy from his 80th Birthday.
Not many victors had that privilege. As Sera had learned the hard way that some victors died a decade or two after their games. Side effects of the Hunger Games.
Uriel was fortunate.
Sera wasn't.
She had a time limit, she just didn't know when her time would stop. At least, she was trying not to find out.
Her gaze flickered to Leora who stood across from her with her arms crossed protectively, covering her wounds. It didn't take a mind-reader to know what the older victor was thinking about and she couldn't help but click her tongue in silent disgust.
Leora looked up and rolled her eyes before turning away. She wouldn't actually go through it. She'd be insane if she did or maybe she was. She took a careful step towards the opening of the chamber but before she could take another, a sober Wells pulled her back with a right grip on her hand.
"Tonight we say goodbye to him and mourn him before moving on."
Sera stiffened at the Mayor's words and suddenly she felt as if she wasn't at the private graveyard on the outskirts of Lux but rather at her apartment in the Capitol.
