mt. olympus calls | seven train blitz
Jun 8, 2018 9:30:33 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Jun 8, 2018 9:30:33 GMT -5
Once per year, the old gods added another to their force, mere mortal suddenly twenty feet tall in all of their restored beauty. People told stories of their adventures, rewatched them in high definition while they had their family dinners.
To some, being a god was the highest honor a person could have.
Mackenzie looked over at his mentor. Jacinta Salazar, Victor of Seven, Goddess of fortune and riches. He wondered if she felt honored to be treated like a victor, with her tailored clothing and the magazine articles that called her beautiful. She was beautiful; she did not need a crown to confirm it. Long, dark hair, almond-shaped eyes. There was a reason she wore form fitting clothing, he supposed.
And then his eyes flicked to his district partner, strong and fair as she was. Ike had chosen this path, and that was both the most terrifying, and the most commendable thing Mackenzie had ever heard of. It was abjectly stupid, of course. If Mackenzie's name hadn't been called at the reaping, he would have never done the Capitol the favor of saying it for them. But every person is different, and perhaps, he thought, Ike Turner wished to become a god.
"Jacinta," he said, half paying attention as be began swirling a butter knife in a jar of jelly, "Is it at all possible that I might survive this thing?"
