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Adelthryd

The sun is setting, and the forest is adopting the bluish hue it always adopts at twilight. Twilight has to be my favorite time, the timeless period where everything seems to be waiting. What am I saying? Waiting is the most terrible thing. If only I could get into the capitol and fulfill my dreams, killing gamemakers, and the president; or maybe just becoming a serial killer. That would be justice, revenge for my parents who were both reaped for the hunger games. At different times of course, but that doesn't change a thing.

I stop in my tracks. Voices in the ruins. I scurry up a tree and scan the rubble for the boys who seem to be talking. There, at the edge of the forest. One has a squirrel, the other is leaning up against the tree.
I listen to their conversation. They are strangers to each other, but they strike up a rather friendly air together. It's strange for someone who has lived in the forest, to just up and accept anyone they meet. But I guess some people might embrace another human being after long months, days, years alone.

I have just decided to leave as quietly as I arrived, when they brought up infiltrating the capitol. I immediately perk up. This boy with the squirrel, he has a map of the capitol? Suspicions threaten to strangle my hope. What if he's just here to trap us? I decide to keep watching.

The other sits down and bites into an apple. How can he be so nonchallant about the whole 'infiltrate the capitol and take revenge' idea?

They sit down together, and the other boy draws the map for the one with the apple.

I decide to take a chance and introduce myself. I silently swing down from the tree, and make my way to where they are, still completely aware of the possibility of danger I'm walking into.

Finally I'm there, and one of the boys offers the map bearer an apple. "No thanks. I don't like apples much." The boy rejected the shiny fruit. "But thanks for offering."

I lean up on a tree with one hand. "Are you crazy? How can someone not like an apple?" I smirk crosses my lips, my green eyes alight with curiosity and the desire for revenge.