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'I'll never let you go' Chapter 17Clove
I woke from a trackerjacker induced nightmare. My prep team, with fiery eyes had chasing me round and round a giant trackerjacker nest, while Glimmer cackled (quite literally; she had the body of a bird) at my misfortune, clutching Cato, who had been transformed into a sparkling, orange worm, in her talons. Lovely.
I sat up, suddenly, as my heart thudded in my chest. The first thing I could see was the cornucopia, glistening in, what I estimated to be, the late morning sun. But how? Last I could remember, I had been down by the lake, deep in the heart of the Arena. Or at least it must have been, seeing how far we walked that first day. I could remember kicking someone who had tried to take me away, the cold of the water and screaming for Cato but I must have blacked out after that. But now there I was again, lying on a blow up mat covered with a blanket in a push-up tent surrounded with crates full of supplies.
'Sleeping Beauty awakes.' My head spun around. Marvel was sitting beh
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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