My story and I will go down in history.The terror of the games will never be forgotten.
And neither will I.
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《⭑꧁꧂⭑》"I was never blind to the horrors of the games, but I never truly understood the brutality of it until I had experienced it for myself in my own games. However, now I know that maybe in a way I wasn't blind but rather unable to clearly see."
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My games were like no other. I was only twelve when I won. I lost all my innocence in surviving my games. Now I was flooded with memories, bad ones. All I could remember from my games was the screams and the blood, never mine. I tried to remember the lives I took. Their names and what they looked like. But it started to blend together after a while. So before bed every night, I say the names of not just those I killed but the names out loud of everyone I had lost. It was like my prayer.
Before my games I was just a normal girl. I had a family most would envy. My mother had once told me that I had been blessed with the beauty of a star and a brilliant, bright mind. She said that when I was born I was stubborn.
I wouldn't let anyone but my mother hold me. If someone else would, I would let out an ear-piercing scream. She called it my battle cry. I was said to even be smart as a babe. Therefore, with my fighting spirit and brains in mind, I was given the name Athena. After the Greek goddess of wisdom and war.
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Game of Survival- Finnick Odair
FanfictionHope (Noun) The feeling that what is wanted can be hard or that events will turn out for the best; to believe, to desire; to place trust. Athena, winner of the 63rd Hunger Games, winning at only twelve years old, has always lived with the pain...