"Guinevere, the phantom, won her games at the age of 12, the only to have ever done it"
Guinevere St James was a child, a child that was turned into a weapon far too early.
"the odds have never been in our favour, its time we all realised that."
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day two felt worse.
she had no hope.
no faith.
she nearly just stayed in the tree to slowly die of dehydration.
but she knew that wasn't how she wanted to go.
if she was going to die, she was going to die fighting.
she climbed out of the hole she put herself in, and began to manoeuvre through the trees once more, making her way towards the middle.
she'd hoped it was abandoned by now.
she stood in a tree, out of sight as she observed the middle, waiting to see if anybody else was around, before slowly climbing down from the tree.
she began to hop along the stepping stone type rocks that lead to the middle, being careful and aware with every step but when she got to the middle, she realised she wasn't aware enough.
district 7's female. Willow.
Willow readied her axe as Evie dived for the middle.
she grabbed a strip of throwing knives and clipped them around her waist before hiding to catch her breath.
"come out, come out, little girl." the 16 year old tormented. "you were Forest's ally, right? you'll be reunited soon. he was stupid enough to come here instantly. you were stupid enough not to check properly."
she took a deep breath and grabbed a knife from her belt, as soon as Willow moved round to the side she was, ready to hit her with the axe in her hands..
Evie threw the knife.
it landed straight in Willow's throat who stumbled backwards until she choked on the blood rising in her throat.
a cannon ricocheted around the arena.
first dead on day two.
Evie grabbed two backpacks and pulled the knife from Willow's throat, cleaning it off in the water before placing it back in her belt.
the spear was gone.
she had the one she made, but she wasn't sure how good it was, she'd have to rely on her knives.
she was already a killer now. she couldn't be afraid to kill anyone else.
she grabbed a spile that was on the pile, wondering why nobody else had.
