Common Ground [Tea]
Sept 25, 2010 15:51:32 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Sept 25, 2010 15:51:32 GMT -5
Caspian Mathers
The only Mather child that still lived in their port side home, climbed out of the wooden doorway. The familiar cool salt breeze covered him as soon as he was vulnerable to it. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. Work would start soon. Sighing, Caspian dragged himself up the rocks, down the path into the Square. The large screens that show the Games were looming over the District. Caspian was walking past one of them when he stopped. He had been looking at his shoes, he hadn't wanted to see the screen or the dying children it showcased. However his plan backfired.
There, on the edge of his right foot was the mark. He had made it two years ago. Not on purpose though. It was when... she died. He had been there, staring at the screen, hoping against hope. His net and trident were in his hands, having bolted from his work boat the first chance he got to check up on his sister. Needless to say he had been emotional. First the wave of sadness then the anger. The rage that was so hot Caspian could feel it on his skin and in his brain. He had thrown his net aside and slammed the trident into the stone. It had taken a chunk out of the road and marred District Four's otherwise presentable street.
Right now, that spot was enough to make him break down inside. He had truly tried to forget about those Games, but every year the Capitol reminded him about them. About Windy. About how bad an older brother he had been. About the fact that he couldn't save her, or anyone else that went into the Games and didn't come home.
Tearing his gaze from the street he dared to glance at the screen. It was morning in the Arena to. Some of the tributes were waking up and getting ready for their day. The camera switched to a shot of an alliance not yet awake. It was the group with last year's victor's brother. A lot of talk had swirled around them and their chances. One of the figures Caspian recognized was the District four girl. He had never known her, hadn't even seen her before the Reaping. However his heart fell at the sight of her. Instead of that girl with the strange lavender hair he saw the blonde girl, curled up in a coat wondering where her ally had gone in the Bloodbath.
She's dead! She's never coming back! Yet Windy haunted his every waking moment. She even sneaked into his dreams once in awhile. He had a life, or at least he used to. His life ceased existing when Windy Mather's name was plucked from that ball. The same ball the girl from last year was picked, and now this one. Maybe purple hair will come back this year. Maybe it'll give him peace.
Caspian couldn't stand it anymore he started a brisk walk towards the docks, his eyes at his shoes, which was a safe plan now having past the road's wound. However, focusing on his feet, Caspian bumped into someone. Coming out of his trance he looked up at the person, hoping they didn't see the raging emotion in him that he was trying to hold back, out of sight.
