Real Or Not Real

☆, go home

Chapter 20 Home

Annie Cresta

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was the dream catcher hanging by the bed.That's what Felicity did, and she said it catches my nightmares.Verena has been in my dream since the fifth Hunger Games in No.60, bloody and vicious, trying to take my arms away and telling everyone the secret.

As soon as I reach out, I can feel the feathers hanging under the dream catcher, and use the nails of my index finger and thumb to smooth out the feathers one by one.That's my favorite thing to do, if Felicity were here, she would definitely pat my hand, she doesn't like me like this, always saying that I will take...

"Don't pull it, you're going to take the feathers off."

I turned my head to look.

She was standing by the door, wearing her favorite dress, light yellow, with little flowers on the sleeves.She holds a book in one hand, with her index finger between the pages.She was still smiling like that, with herringbone braids hanging down in front of her body.

I sat up from the bed and watched her slowly walk into the bedroom with the book in her arms and sit on the edge of my bed.Her face gradually became blurred.

"Did you have a nightmare again? Why are you crying?"

Her hand stretched out in front of me, vaguely, I blinked and saw her appearance clearly again.

I reached out to touch her golden hair. I helped her weave this fishbone braid, exactly the same as when she left the professional tribute building and went to the arena that day.

"No." I shook my head. "Just another nightmare."

"What kind of nightmare? Made you cry like this. Isn't it Verena?"

I laughed and raised my hand to touch her cheek, "It's you."

She let out a chuckle from her throat, stretched out her hand and patted my arm a few times, "How could I make you cry! Talk nonsense!"

I reached out and hugged her, and put my cheek against her neck, "I dreamed that your name was drawn, and I dreamed that you went to the arena..."

"Then I must have won, right?" Her hand patted me on the back, "I have you, and Finnick, and you will definitely bring me home, just like you brought Finnick back Home, as if Finnick brought Ron home."

"Yes, you won," I said. "You beat that damned arrogant Augustus Braun in District One, you wore the victor's crown, and we came back. We went home."

"If it's true, Finnick must be very happy. Finally, he doesn't have to worry about anyone. I'm safe, and you're safe. He doesn't have to be Capitol's pet dog, he doesn't have to read Capitol's manuscripts, and he doesn't have to Going to be a mentor." She left my hug, spread the book aside, and held my cheeks in both hands, "You will be very happy too, you don't have to worry about me anymore, you don't need to protect me anymore, worry about me My name is spoken. No one needs you to raise your arms for her, you don't need to feel guilty anymore, and Verena doesn't want to chop off your hands in nightmares."

I laughed and felt my tears fall down on me.

Now I don't need to, don't need to raise my arms anymore, don't need to care about anyone in that square, don't need to pay attention to the names inside that glass ball.

"I really hope this is true, whether it's the dream I told you, or the dream now. I hope they can come true." I stroked Felicity's hand.

"Finally one day, you, Finnick and Ron will be able to sit at the same table and eat together. If Mags and Mrs. Stafford are well enough, we can go there. I want to take Dad's boat out to sea, It would be nice if it was one of those two big ships, or the Emerald, do you remember? My father's antique three-masted sailing ship." She ignored me and pointed to the book she The book I brought in, "Here. This book was given to me by my father, and it talks about the sea outside Panem..."

I didn't care what she was referring to or where, I just looked at her face, looked into her eyes, and listened to her voice.This dream will end at any time, even for a second or a glance, I dare not let it go.

"...they call it the 'Sunshine Coast', I heard it is the most beautiful sea in the world. Finnick also likes it very much, if it is not for the state-owned sea ban in Panham, we will definitely go there. If one day, when we don't have to worry Well, don't worry about the kids, don't worry about the Hunger Games, we'll just hoist our sails, find a bay where no one's looking, and never look back, okay?"

"Okay, we're never going to worry about The Hunger Games again."

A crack appeared on her cheek from under the palm of my hand, and slowly spread in my hand.

"Please, don't go."

I put my arms around her and held her firmly in my arms.

The walls are cracking, so is the bed, the dream catcher is shattering, and it has become countless pieces, crashing, a gust of wind blows, and in my arms, it is empty, nothing is there.

When I really opened my eyes, what I saw was the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.I turned my head and looked outside, the moonlight came in, and under the moonlight, the scenery was flying by.

I am on a train.This is the train back to the fourth district.

I got out of bed sideways, with my feet on the cold ground, and walked to the door of the car.The silver carriage door slid open, leading to the carriages behind.Door after door opened until there was nothing between me and the last car.

In the last carriage, where Verena once lay, now Felicity lies.She just lay there in a coffin in the middle of the last car.

I went to the coffin and put my hand over the brass handle.The air was going in and out of my chest, the air was cold, the handle was cold, the floor was cold.

What if I open and see Felicity?There will be no more fantasies, no more dreams will come true. The scene of Augustus Braun's blade rushing towards Felicity suddenly exploded again, those sword lights and blood, and the faint green snake eyes.

I tightened my fingers on the brass handle and pushed it up.

She seemed to be asleep.real.The blood on her face has been washed off, and she has reapplied makeup powder and light eyeshadow.Except for the dimple in the neck, even that dimple had been treated by Capitol designers to make it illegible.

The necklace of mako shark teeth was still on her.I reached down to the back of her neck and took the necklace off and put it in my pocket.

"I remember everything you said to me, every moment when you were with me and I was with you. As long as I can remember, you haven't left yet."

I reached out and wiped the tears from my face, "You were always so strong, when you were in front of us. When Finnick was lost, you supported the funeral of Mr. Odair and Dr. Odair, and took care of the Stafford family. You know that you You don’t have to be so strong in front of us, in the arena, under those cameras, you can’t cry, you can’t be sad. How uncomfortable should you be?”

I put my hand on her cheek, she was not much colder than me.

The silver carriage door slid open.It was Finnick, standing outside the door with his hands down and his hair in a mess.He lowered his head, raised his eyeballs and looked at me without a trace of expression.

He walked forward, to my side, and stood next to Felicity's coffin.

"When Mom and Dad left, I wasn't by her side, and I wasn't there when the funeral was held. No.60 After the fifth Hunger Games, I haven't been her brother and her family well. I hope to be with her Be with her, even though, it's already now."

I hold his finger, "You have done everything you can for Felicity. She loves you very much, loves you so much."

"If I don't challenge Capitol, her name won't be drawn."

"We're never safe, and even if my name isn't in that glass ball, I can't protect the people I want to protect. I hope that one day, the kids in District [-], the kids in all of Panham, won't have to Scared. I hope that one day, I don’t have to worry about who I’m going to lose.” I cupped Finnick’s face in my hands and wiped away the tears with my fingertips, “Don’t blame yourself, Felicity never blamed you, Before she went to the arena, the last thing she said to me was that she hoped that I would take good care of you and not let you get lost like before."

He looked into my eyes, sea green eyes like a deep sea in the dim light.He didn't say a word, just kept silent.

His hand reached out to the side of my ear, and his fingers clasped the back of my head, pulling me towards him for a moment.

After a long, long time, when I recalled this moment, I realized that I relied on this moment to hold back tears, take a few deep breaths, and grit my teeth to survive every sad moment.After this moment, I never forgot, the car running home, the moonlight shining through the car window, I never forgot, Finnick's lips were as cold as the surrounding air, my blood stained his Between the teeth, against the backdrop of the sea-green eyes, scarlet.

"Promise me, please promise me, never leave."

I reached out and hugged him with all my strength, "I will never leave you, forever and ever."

The author has something to say: the second part is over, thanks to all the cuties who have seen this!I know I'm faster, but I won't give up, as long as there are cuties watching, then I will try my best to ensure the update speed.Thank you for your patience.

First make a small notice:

In the third ONEDESTINY, all the mysteries will be solved.

Annie's immunity, La_vinia's spy route, Tigris' persecution, Hea_vensbee's rebel team, and the two Avaxes in the fourth district will all be answered.

In the third part, new important characters will also appear, and TA will also bring new clues and new stories!

The time span of the third part will be from the end of the No.60 Seventh Hunger Games to after the revolution, and back to the wedge, forming a complete circle.

Stay tuned...

☆、PARTTWO (only the beginning)

PART TWO

ONEDESTINY

"Weave dreams for me with lies, or hug me when nightmares come. Treat me as a family member, or take my life. Be a family member, or a stranger. Be an ally, or an enemy. When everything true and false becomes Fuzzy, maybe being a good girl would be a good choice."

——Annie Cresta

"Makedreamswithlies, orgivehugswhilethenightmarescome.Treatmeasfamily,ortrytotakemylifeaway.Familyorstranger.Allyorenemy.Wheneverythingbeblurred, maybebeit'snicetobeagoodgirl."

——Annie Cresta

"As a man treats his loyal mate, a brother treats his sweet little sister, a boy treats the girl he loves. I just wish I could look you in the eye and put I tell you all I feel. But I don't."

——Finnick Odair

"Like a person to his loyal friend, like a brother to his little sister, like a boy to his beloved girl. I wish I had told you all of these when I should, looking at you eyes, telling all of my feelings to you. But Ididn't."

——Finnick Odair

☆, the home that can't go back

Chapter1·The home that can't go back

Finnick Odair, 70th THG

"You know you actually have a chance to rescue them Dolphin and Annie." Haymitch Abernathy dangled the rum bottle in his hand, even the breath he exhaled had a strong smell of alcohol, I doubt I would get drunk in it Pour it out and spit it out.

"No, I don't have that chance," I replied.

He sneered, let out a belch from his throat, and shook his head, "You didn't. No matter what method you use to get her out of that slaughterhouse, you will lose her."

The alcohol content of that bottle of rum is not high enough, far from enough, I hope Haymitch Abernathy can be drunk in one sip, preferably for the rest of his life, the kind of drunk that can't speak a word.

He turned and walked towards the door, carrying his rattling rum bottle.

The smell of alcohol around me finally started to dissipate.

"You won't lose her, Finnick, not now. You lost her long ago, Capitol Beloved."

I glared back at Haymitch, and he glared back at me, his greasy black hair dangling in strands around his face.I hope he dies drunk immediately.

Haymitch laughed, reaching for the mouth of the rum bottle, and the golden liquid poured down his throat, causing him to stagger off the fourth floor.

I gave up staring at the elevator door and turned my head back to look at the evening scenery outside the window.The nightlife of Capitol is ready to start, the orange Capitol is fleeting, and the lights of all colors are impatient, lighting up from every corner.

Haymitch's breath of alcohol was not blown away by the wind.What he said did not dissipate in this small balcony.I don't agree with what he said, not a single word, not a single word.That drunken lunatic, how can his words be trusted?cannot.I told myself, no.

The elevator thumped again.

The swearing at Haymitch was on my tongue, about to explode, but when I looked to the elevator, I didn't see the drunk again.

It's Dahlia Heffernan and Catt.

A chaperone and a make-up artist.

I turned around and stepped forward to meet her, held Dahlia Heffernan's hand, and asked, "How is it?"

"You can go to the hospital to see her. She is much better, but the organizing committee is still considering whether to hold an interview and award ceremony." Dahlia Heffernan sighed, and said to herself: "I thought it was only temporary Yes, but now it looks like we're going to be a big joke this year. Crazy winners."

"She's not crazy." Catt frowned and looked at Dahlia Heffernan, and took a step to the side to keep some distance from her, "She's just not stable."

"I'm going to see her," I said.

Catt patted the back of my hand and said, "You have to be mentally prepared, this Annie is no longer the same Annie as the Annie we sent into the arena."

I am noncommittal.

I don't believe it either.

Annie promised me that she would stay with me forever, forever and ever.

……

Annie is still Annie.

That's what I said to myself as I stood in front of that glass wall.When I walked into that silver ward and walked up to Annie, I still said that to myself.

She was sitting on the hospital bed, her reddish-brown curly hair hanging down.She hadn't had her hair braided in a long time, and it occurred to me that she didn't seem to have a herringbone braid since Felicity left.I knelt down in front of her.Behind me on the floor-to-ceiling glass front of the ward, Dahlia Heffernan, Catt, and the doctor were all waiting outside.

I reached out and took her hands in mys.

She has no scars on her hands, even the scars from when she wove my fishing nets and cooked our meals are all gone now.

She didn't resist, she was incredibly gentle.She didn't speak either, she was incredibly silent.

Her green eyes, like the vast sea, slowly focused on my face.

Rapture spread in my heart.I know, I know, I just know.My Annie is still here, she won't go, won't leave me.

I reached out my right hand to reach Annie's cheek.

She has lost a lot of weight, her cheeks have sunken, her cheekbones have protruded, and her eyes have sunken in. My fingers touched her mandible until I rested her mandible in my palm.

I rubbed my thumb against her lips, and she kept silent, which made my heart more and more entangled.

"Annie." I called her name. "Annie, you know me, right?"

Under my fingertips, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, but her green eyes were still so cold, without any warmth.

"Of course," she said.

I couldn't help laughing, I wanted to raise my hands, and then locked her tightly in my arms.

Just the next moment, I knew what it was like to go from heaven to hell.

She said: "Finnick Odair, winner of the 65th Hunger Games, my mentor, my family, my lover, the one who wanted me dead."

Annie's eyes were empty, like a robot.In those green eyes, there was no love, not even hatred.

Annie Cresta, 67th THG

I reached out to pick up the basket next to Felicity's tombstone, then reached out to grab a handful of weeds in front of the tombstone and threw it aside, then stood up, holding the basket on my arm.

"See you tomorrow."

No response, of course not.

I tilted my head and glanced at Verena, who was lying next to Felicity, and said with a twitch of my mouth, "Well, we will see you tomorrow too, I know you don't want to see me, but it seems like you can't do anything now. You don't have to worry about Stafford Home, Ron took care of them..." At this point, I suddenly realized the nonsense I was talking about, and couldn't help laughing, "Of course, Ron will tell you every day. Goodbye."

I turned and left the cemetery and walked back home.

I come to the cemetery every afternoon after school, and Ron comes every morning, I've never met him, but I can always find fresh flowers on Verena and Felicity's tombstones, and the grass between their tombstones is always extraordinarily clean. Ron was supposed to be sitting there, I'd just sit on the other side of Felicity, not near Verena.

When I was in the cemetery, it was the most free and happy time of my day. Even if I just sat there quietly and did nothing, I was happier than I was in other places.

Every morning, I would get up before dawn and before Mags woke up, make breakfast, and take my share to school.Every night, I would go back after Mags fell asleep. As it is now, there are only so many lights on the street, even the stars in the sky are brighter than the street lights on the ground.The street was pitch black, and there was no light from any window.

By the light of the stars, I was able to grope my way back to Victor's Village.It was always difficult at the beginning, and it was inevitable when I stumbled and got bruised and swollen, but now it is much better. The road is long, but you can always get there slowly.

As I walked up to Mags' house, I was a little surprised by the light coming from the first-floor windows.This isn't the first time I've seen light here, and Finnick sometimes comes home at this time.A trace of joy emerged from the bottom of my heart, and even made me want to cry.Because I haven't seen Finnick for a long time either, not at Mags' house, not by the sea, not in the cemetery.

I miss him very much, very much.Because in the entire fourth district, I only have him.

I involuntarily quickened my pace, moved my hand forward to touch the doorknob, threw the basket on the handle aside, and almost ran into the restaurant.

But my footsteps stopped at the dining table.

Not Finnick, it's Mags.

She was wearing a woolen scarf, sitting at the edge of the dining table, her thin body huddled in the chair, holding a steaming mug in her hand, her wrinkled, sallow hands that were red in color, on the white Clearly visible on the mug.

The feeling of my muscles slumping all over my cheeks, I turned my face away, tugged at my sleeves, and remained silent, standing in front of Mags without making a sound.

Mags stood up from his chair, moved his lips, and took a step forward.

She seemed to want to say something, so I said first, "Is there anything you want to eat? At this time, do you need me to warm you a glass of milk? I remember we still have some."

As I said that, I walked towards the refrigerator, hooked my fingers on the handle of the refrigerator, and was about to open the refrigerator door.

"Annie, don't do this."

Mags' voice, her voice seemed to be different from the voice I remembered, and I realized at this moment that I hadn't spoken to her for a long, long time.

From the moment Felicity became a tribute, there was no way I could face Mags. After Felicity fell, we all went back to District [-], and the number of times I met Mags could be counted on the fingers.I think we should have never said a word.

It has been nearly half a year, winter is coming to an end, and preparations for the new Hunger Games are about to begin.

"Sorry, Mags."

I can only apologize for my indifference to her, because I have no right to be angry with her, for whatever reason.But I can't do it, Felicity walks into the arena and becomes a bloody mess, those images are still in my mind, I can't just face her like this.

"I'm sorry too, Annie."

I heard the sound of Mags' slippers rubbing against the ground, and with that sound, she gradually approached me.The hot fingertips touched the back of my hand, followed by the same warm and soft palm. Mags grabbed my hand and I heard her husky voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through this. There's a lot of stuff that I can't tell you because I can't Change."

It was as if something had seeped into my throat, making it sour and astringent, and I felt like I couldn't control my trembling shoulders, and the tears that were rolling in my eyes.I can't control anything, I can only let those turbulent feelings explode at this moment.

I heard my voice, coming out of my throat, not much clearer than Mags's, "Obviously you know, obviously you can do something, at least tell me, don't let everything happen so suddenly."

The moment the tears rolled down my face, I saw Mags clearly again. There was no black hair on her head, and even her eyebrows were white.

I closed my eyes, "I watched Felicity die, killed by that Augustus Braun. Before she went to the courthouse, she said to me let me take care of you first, Mags, she loves you too, and in her heart, you are too Important! Why? Why? Why don't you let me replace her? Why don't you let me spend a few days with her in the fourth district? Why?"

Those words just poured out of my chest, as if they took all the strength in my body, and made me collapse on my own lap.

"In the days before she entered the arena, I was very happy with you."

I covered my ears, even though Mags knelt down and reached out to hug me, but I was still rejecting her.

"Would you be happy to keep her in fear until she gets into the arena? Annie, you and I just can't do anything, don't be mad at yourself, you can't change anything, don't be like this."

The voice of Mags passed through my hands, and despite my reluctance, it went straight into my head.

"I could have made her blueberry jam, she likes blueberry jam the most." I kept repeating, and kept repeating, pushing Mags' arm away, staggering up from the ground, and rushing out of the house.

The road in Victor's Village is very wide, allowing a stupid guy like me who has no sense of direction to scurry around like a headless chicken.

Mags' words stung me hard, and keep stabbing me.I have no way, no way to admit that she is right.I'm mad, mad at Mags, and mad at myself.It was I who failed to rescue Felicity, if I could calculate the time correctly, if I could plan a better route for Felicity, she would have survived, she would have survived.

Felicity didn't appear in my dream, but at this moment she seems to be around me.Her voice, her smile, seemed to be all around me.Felicity with blond hair and green eyes, she didn't blame me, but she reminded me all the time that I didn't protect her well.

A sharp pain hits my toes, followed by dizziness.Blank, followed by numbness, and as the numbness faded, burning pain swept through my right arm.

The ground is cold, and the paved road is as cold as ice in winter.

But I didn't want to wake up, I saw Felicity, and she told me I could close my eyes.

Finnick Odair, 67th THG

I also moved my mother's medicine box back. At this moment, I am a little thankful that my mother seems to be by my side all the time.Every sticky note she puts in the medicine cabinet feels like she's talking directly to me.

I took out the bottle of alcohol, and immediately there was cotton in the space under the bottle.I unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle, picked up a ball of cotton with tweezers and soaked it in the alcohol, and squeezed out a little excess alcohol against the wall of the bottle.

When I covered Annie's wound with cotton soaked in alcohol, her eyebrows immediately knit together.With my left hand, I grabbed her arm, which was retracted reflexively, and continued to disinfect her wound.

"Finnick?" She woke up and shifted sideways on the bed, not breaking free from my grasp.

I hummed, put down the cotton in my hand, and reached out to fiddle with the bangs on her forehead.

"Argued with Mags?"

Her eyes moved to the other side, no longer staying on my face.She is guilty.

If I were her, living in these mysteries, knowing nothing, asking nothing, I would surely be angry too, just like my vengeance on Capitol's impotent childishness.I've hurt my family, unintentionally or on purpose, and I don't want Annie to be like me.

"You know it's not her fault." I took Annie's hand, leaned forward and put my palm on her cheek, making her look at me. "Mags loves you, loves you more than anyone else, and tolerates you. She loves Felicity, loves me. She has given us the best she can."

She didn't show any signs of resistance, she just lowered her eyes and said softly, "I know. I didn't do well enough at that time. I'm sorry, Finnick, I couldn't save her, even though you tried so hard to find a sponsor , then trust me..."

"No, it's not like that." I couldn't laugh or cry, shook my head, moved closer to her, and held her cheeks with both hands, "No matter what you do, no one can save her."

There was a puzzled look on her face, I bit my cheek and said, "I appreciate your efforts to save her, but Felicity's death in the arena is not the worst outcome for her."

I felt her hand wrap around my wrist, her uninjured hand, even her immobile arm tried to lift, only to stop halfway.She gripped my wrist, her cheek out of my palm.

"What's wrong with you?" Her frowning eyebrows were raised, her head was tilted to one side, and in the dark bedroom, her green eyes began to make me sad.

I pursed my lips, realizing that I had started to cross my boundaries.

At this moment, I was so close to Mags, facing Annie, thinking about what to say and what not to say, to what extent, I wanted to protect her as well as myself.

"Like I said, I pissed off Capitol. They took Felicity away to make me behave."

She loosened my hand and slowly covered the back of my hand with her fingers.I know what she will ask. Annie is smart, as I've known her, she'll ask "why, how did you mess with Capitol?" That's out of bounds.

I pulled my hand from under her fingers and said, "Stop asking, just live each day well, well, okay?"

She looked at me, the corners of her mouth suddenly twitched into a smile, she lowered her head, the smile was still on her face.

I don't know how much she knows, about herself, about me and Capitol's nasty shit, I don't know.I just hope she can never speak out, even in front of me, all words can only be safe in the heart.

"Annie." I cupped her cheeks again, rubbing her lips with my fingers, I lowered my voice, and said to her, "Trust me, don't do this, don't ask questions, don't go into it, take good care of Mags, take good care of her." Go to school, okay? Can you do it for me?"

She looked at me, waves brewing in the dark green sea, but she nodded anyway.She always nods meekly like that, I know.

I nodded subconsciously, and stretched my forehead forward, touching her forehead.

"Finnick."

"Ok?"

"You're the only one I have."

I backed away a little, licked my lips, took my hands away from her cheeks, and supported her back to let her lie down along my hands.

"Sleep. I'm going home first."

I felt a burst of stiffness in her body, and then she sat up abruptly, even though she was frowning and gasping for air, she still stubbornly held my hand that was tucking the quilt for her.

"Home? You..."

"I moved all my things out this morning. My house is opposite the Mags'. You can see me from your window."

She shook her head, tears welling up, scorching the back of my hand, "No, no, no, why..." She stopped, the facial features on her face were tangled, as if enduring the severe pain, she clutched My hand did not let go.

"It's time for me to move out."

I sat on the edge of her bed without moving or trying to free her wrist.

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I couldn't help but reach out and try to wipe those tears away, but she turned her face away at that moment, and let go of her hands.

My hand stopped halfway, and I finally took it back.

I got up and walked towards the door, and there were bursts of sobbing behind me.

It hurts so much, my chest hurts so much, I can't help but clenched my fists, the pain of letting my fingernails sink into the palm of my hand can barely cover up the feeling of suffocation.

The door opens and Mags is at the door.

She looked up at me, and immediately pressed her rough and warm palms to my cheeks.I heard her say "She'll be fine."

I went downstairs, Mags walked into Annie's bedroom, and her heart-piercing cries came from inside.

The author has something to say: Missing persons are back!Because there are a few brain holes that are expanding and filling, the update of the fandom area here is still very irregular... Sorry... bow... Please don't abandon me, I won't abandon the pit!

In the final third part, I want to take a moment to write Annie’s flashback to the 70th Hunger Games, and then slowly overlap with the timeline of the reverse and the front. The time of the two parts has similar themes.The timeline tip will be next to the character, don’t miss it

☆, dolphins

Chapter2·Dolphins

Finnick Odair, 70thTHG

I looked at Annie sitting on the edge of the Horn of Zeus on the screen, but the image of Verena came to my mind.At my award ceremony that year, I saw a picture of Verena. She is like Annie now, sitting alone on the edge of the Horn of Zeus, separated from the children in District [-] and District [-], holding Own weapons, waiting for the dark and the dawn.Like Verena, she was also wearing the necklace made of mako shark teeth, which belonged to Verena, belonged to Felicity, and now it entered the arena for the third time, following Annie.

She didn't hide her tears, not like Verena.In front of the audience, she never showed her strength, and there was no blood on her hair.Been in the arena for a week now, and she's just building fires, making traps, and guarding the Horn of Zeus items for tributes in District [-] and [-].

Every day, every moment.I've been watching those tributes from District [-] and [-] trying to eat her eyes, they're waiting, using her to lure Dolphin.

She is their greatest trap, used to catch the strongest prey in the arena—another tribute from District Four.

Dolphin is the oldest boy in the arena. He is the strongest. In the massacre at the Horn of Zeus, he got weapons, medicine and food. The spear was covered with blood and the knife was rolled, but he retreated. .

Everyone is afraid of him.

Everyone wants him.

I turned my head to look at the ranking on the odds list. Dolphin has the most bets, no doubt about it.

Camera cuts to Dolphi