Dreaming Above Reality [private, CiCi]

<sup>Hertraining was over for the day. It had been rough, especially with her younger brother, of age six at her side. He was a brave little boy, he was, but she needed to learn that he could deal with himself, even if he was left on his own. Her golden waves were piled up in a braided bun on the top of her hair, sweat rolling down her light-colored face. Taking a deep breath that swept all the air out of her tight little lungs, her petite frame was slumped downwards as the squeezing pain of her muscles set in. It was always easier to do the training, but she paid the price afterwards. Stumbling towards where a small lake, she pulled the bun from her hair, slowly releasing the braids, and watched them fall into delicate waves at her waist. Staring out into the water, eyes piercing with the color of the sky, the small girl -- no, woman, couldn't help but think of what was going on in the Hunger Games at the moment. She'd heard that both tributes were alive, but she didn't intend to watch any of the games this year -- it was too scary for Camellia. Her parents, on the other hand, suggested that she stopped training for the time being to work on her social skills. Not the most active in social events, Camellia preferred to keep some close, and know others in general.

Releasing the sharp, nine inch knife that was in her hand, it dropped into the sand, the dull edges being nothing good anymore. After so much use, knives began to wear, the metal rusting and the sharpness dulling. It was like black and white. It was either a good knife, or a bad knife, with no shades of grey in between. Her small hands lifted towards her face, wiping off the sweat that poured into the corner of her eyes with the back of her palm. "Wasn't today supposed to be light training? If that was light training to our uncle, I don't know what heavy training would be like," she mumbled to herself, digging her nails into the sand. Camellia had just recently started weekend training with her uncle, who was a career himself back in the days. He never became anything special in life, besides a man with huge arms and a small brain. If things continued to be this way, Camellia didn't know what she would do with herself. It was too much for her to handle, and soon enough her and her brother would just drop dead, being known as the weakest careers in the area.</sup>