Reign/Rain Of Glory [Day2;Fight] HoBa vs. Pandora
Oct 16, 2011 10:41:05 GMT -5
Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Oct 16, 2011 10:41:05 GMT -5
```Shayde Lee Truedhart, , ,
When my time comes,
I shall prosper in the ranks of Heaven.
When my time comes,
I shall prosper in the ranks of your Heart.
When my time comes,
The world shall prosper in Me.
I shall prosper in the ranks of Heaven.
When my time comes,
I shall prosper in the ranks of your Heart.
When my time comes,
The world shall prosper in Me.
In the history books, I read about citizens of a country called the USA. Simple citizens; They play a game called life. In my book, I see citizens of a country called Panem. Defeated citizens; They play a game called survival.
Shayde let his eyes flicker open. Sunlight was washing over his face in rays of heat and his breath was crystallizing into the chilled air around him. He sat up, blinking away sleep. He could barely remember the previous night. All he could remember was trekking through the deep snow that covered the Arena for hours on end. He only had stopped at the sound of Panem's anthem and the flashes of light in the sky. He briefly recounted the tributes. Nine. Such a large number, even for a Bloodbath. But he knew that soon there would be more deaths. Fourteen to be exact. And one of them most likely included him; and although he tried to hold back the feeling, he couldn't. Shayde was terrified. Death was serious and he knew it. But it's a fact of life, so why should he be scared?
He stood up, noticing how slow he was going. Sleeping on a freezing cold ground sure had its disadvantages, but Shayde had tried digging as deep into the snow as he possibly could have, trying to get closer to the warmth the Earth emitted. He was probably lucky that he didn't freeze to death. That wasn't the way he wanted to go. Sure, it was painless, but slow. A slashed throat or jabbed eye was much, much quicker. And you would be warm, adrenaline pumping through your body. It seemed easier to go that way. And easy was always the way to go, right? Shayde bent down and picked up his hammer. He had slept with it beneath him and it had stayed there the whole night. No disturbances. No tributes to attack. No mutts to attack. None. Peace.
For the first time, he looked around him, assessing where he was. He hadn't got to see the landscape before the sun set over the horizon and he was actually quite curious. He looked towards the sun. East. He couldn't see much, it looked mostly like Jungle, possibly something beyond them but he couldn't tell. South. There was a river twisting and emptying into some far off place. Such a frozen landscape. Everything looked so sparkly and clean. West. More jungle. Typical. Can't see anything around you.
Shayde looked in amazement at the giant icicle in front of him. Or it looked like an icicle that had frozen at the ground and gone up above on some higher ground. The river was connected to it, so what was it? Some kind of straw? Was some huge mutt drinking from the river with its very own homemade straw? Shayde took a deep breath. It was time to explore. He found himself climbing a rock wall, or at least attempting to climb a rock wall. He kept slipping and sliding back towards the ground. Water had certainly created a sheet of ice over the earthy rubble. But after a few minutes of struggle and perseverance, Shayde had made it to where the drinking straw began.
Except, it wasn't really a straw, but the beginning of the water source that fed the river. It was a frozen waterfall. He had, just minutes before, thought, that probably the most beautiful thing in the Arena was a drinking straw? Yeah, maybe he should just kill himself now ... If he thought there was a giant frozen drinking straw in the Arena, he could probably think and make himself believe that a tribute like Charas Harp or Sawyer Monaghan wouldn't try to kill him the first chance they got. He kicked a piece of ice off the ledge of the waterfall.
"I could really use a bar of orange, Capitol soap right now ... Die with something I love at least."