celia d10 cb fin

celia fawn :hell_kim:
seventeen
female

Fame upon your surname was nothing that you ever expected. Or the end your sister had, a cannon scaring away the monster than ended her. Yes, she was never normal, but she never deserved to die on the screen, with betting sheets and odds, slowly disappearing in the same speed as her heart clattered and stopped. Almost as abrupt as the cannon that showed it. You knew she never really stood a chance, a little girl, tiny, inexperienced in her twelve years. But the swell of hope in your heart was real, when she fought, and didn't die. Picked the egg from the stand, like a queen with a stately gift. 

She never was crowned though. 

Hope was something worse, almost the worst thing, all for the end of the open tunnel being shut off by a rock fall. But back at home, the butchery continued, with red-raw eyes, and moistened cheeks from tears not long since fallen. And the blood was the worst part, your counter but a reminder of all that she left on that arena's snowtop. Blood, and nothing else, or maybe even a disgusting stain in some Capitolites mind, of a 12 year old little girl from Ten. 

But you'd show them.