Master Sword13
thatjoshoverthere
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I just finished Chapter 2. I tried to make this one long to make up for the shortness of Chapter 1. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 : Erak Xalon
I grabbed the pendant that hung from my neck for the fifth time this morning. I was supposed to be silent and deadly. Instead I found myself unable to tell time and already missing them. I tried to make it up to myself by going though basics on how to use a halberd. But I still had the chariot ride and my interview to get through before I could fight.
I hadn’t even met my stylist yet and I knew that they were going to make something horrible. They weren’t going to send me out without anything like they did before the Rebellion, but still. Things have changed since the Rebellion. Since the Mockingjay. But I do know one thing that hasn’t changed since then.
The food is still just as good.
Tekara Ki
I feel like Mare is avoiding me. But why? He’s seen me in the kitchens, and I’ve seen him with Leif, but why does any of that matter? If he’s avoiding me, then there has to be a reason. I realized I was twirling my braids. Again. My mother used to say that there used to be a place called France, and that the braids that she tied in my hair every morning were french braids.
Then I realized that I had used the word ‘used’. I was already giving up. It’s not like I want to, but I can only cook. What am I going to do? Feed my enemies until they explode from soup overload? But, then again, what would Mare do? At least I can hold a knife. Mare probably doesn’t even know how cut meat. There I go again. I think. I’m talking like a cook does. Like my mom does. I was already criticizing the food. It got high numbers in my book. I kept having to stop myself from slurping up the soup and filling my hair with noodles and the slight scent of garlic.
“Where’s our mentor?” I asked out loud. I had no idea where that question came from, but it was a question that popped up. Sometimes I do that. It’s the only way to make cutting carrots fun. Effela Sleigh tapped her mouth with her napkin before answering. I could see pink from her lipstick dabbed on the napkin.
“He should be here any moment,” she said. “It’s not like him to be late.”
Mare was staring at his soup, spinning his spoon in his hand.
Mare Blackpoint
Even though I was spinning my spoon, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking insulting thoughts at our mentor. It made me stop myself from worrying about Tekara noticing something about me. My mind switched to thinking about the Peacekeeper last night. “I hope you win.”
Was he actually trying to encourage me? He was capital scum, and yet, I felt something about him. It was the same thing I felt in Lief the day we met. Remorse. But he was a Peacekeeper. He had everything. What could he have lost? He probably lost some money with his hairdo. I think jokingly.
His hair looked like it was naturally black, but some Capital freak had died it a dark blue. It was spiked around his forehead, almost like a crown. It was shoulder length with small strands that seemed to always be covering his eyes. He had the standard Peacekeeper uniform. A long sleeved white shirt underneath a bullet proof navy blue vest, black pants and navy blue boots to match the vest. Bare hands meant that he wasn’t married or engaged.
My mind got stuck on clothes and drifted off to information I didn’t even know I knew. Tekara’s outfit on the day of the Reaping.
Her braids were undone except for a single braid down the middle of her back. Her dark brown hair made a U at the sides of her head that somehow complimented her emerald green eyes. She was wearing a dress in a shade of green lighter than her eyes, but it still matched them. There were diamond-shaped holes down the arms.
What am I doing?! I think. First the Reaping, and now here… Why is my mind going back to… The way it was? I’m absorbing every fragment of information that I see and can learn… So why is it happening if I sealed that long ago?
Then a man walked in. His hair was black and shoulder length, only shading his eyes, which I could see were a shade of blue that seemed vaguely familiar. He was wearing a simple sleeveless white shirt and dark blue pants along with tan sandals. I’m doing it again. I think. Effela Sleigh piped up again in her squeaky Capital accent.
“Mare, Tekara, meet your mentor.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Leo Everdeen.”
Chapter 2 : Erak Xalon
I grabbed the pendant that hung from my neck for the fifth time this morning. I was supposed to be silent and deadly. Instead I found myself unable to tell time and already missing them. I tried to make it up to myself by going though basics on how to use a halberd. But I still had the chariot ride and my interview to get through before I could fight.
I hadn’t even met my stylist yet and I knew that they were going to make something horrible. They weren’t going to send me out without anything like they did before the Rebellion, but still. Things have changed since the Rebellion. Since the Mockingjay. But I do know one thing that hasn’t changed since then.
The food is still just as good.
Tekara Ki
I feel like Mare is avoiding me. But why? He’s seen me in the kitchens, and I’ve seen him with Leif, but why does any of that matter? If he’s avoiding me, then there has to be a reason. I realized I was twirling my braids. Again. My mother used to say that there used to be a place called France, and that the braids that she tied in my hair every morning were french braids.
Then I realized that I had used the word ‘used’. I was already giving up. It’s not like I want to, but I can only cook. What am I going to do? Feed my enemies until they explode from soup overload? But, then again, what would Mare do? At least I can hold a knife. Mare probably doesn’t even know how cut meat. There I go again. I think. I’m talking like a cook does. Like my mom does. I was already criticizing the food. It got high numbers in my book. I kept having to stop myself from slurping up the soup and filling my hair with noodles and the slight scent of garlic.
“Where’s our mentor?” I asked out loud. I had no idea where that question came from, but it was a question that popped up. Sometimes I do that. It’s the only way to make cutting carrots fun. Effela Sleigh tapped her mouth with her napkin before answering. I could see pink from her lipstick dabbed on the napkin.
“He should be here any moment,” she said. “It’s not like him to be late.”
Mare was staring at his soup, spinning his spoon in his hand.
Mare Blackpoint
Even though I was spinning my spoon, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking insulting thoughts at our mentor. It made me stop myself from worrying about Tekara noticing something about me. My mind switched to thinking about the Peacekeeper last night. “I hope you win.”
Was he actually trying to encourage me? He was capital scum, and yet, I felt something about him. It was the same thing I felt in Lief the day we met. Remorse. But he was a Peacekeeper. He had everything. What could he have lost? He probably lost some money with his hairdo. I think jokingly.
His hair looked like it was naturally black, but some Capital freak had died it a dark blue. It was spiked around his forehead, almost like a crown. It was shoulder length with small strands that seemed to always be covering his eyes. He had the standard Peacekeeper uniform. A long sleeved white shirt underneath a bullet proof navy blue vest, black pants and navy blue boots to match the vest. Bare hands meant that he wasn’t married or engaged.
My mind got stuck on clothes and drifted off to information I didn’t even know I knew. Tekara’s outfit on the day of the Reaping.
Her braids were undone except for a single braid down the middle of her back. Her dark brown hair made a U at the sides of her head that somehow complimented her emerald green eyes. She was wearing a dress in a shade of green lighter than her eyes, but it still matched them. There were diamond-shaped holes down the arms.
What am I doing?! I think. First the Reaping, and now here… Why is my mind going back to… The way it was? I’m absorbing every fragment of information that I see and can learn… So why is it happening if I sealed that long ago?
Then a man walked in. His hair was black and shoulder length, only shading his eyes, which I could see were a shade of blue that seemed vaguely familiar. He was wearing a simple sleeveless white shirt and dark blue pants along with tan sandals. I’m doing it again. I think. Effela Sleigh piped up again in her squeaky Capital accent.
“Mare, Tekara, meet your mentor.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Leo Everdeen.”
