i see fire [opal
Feb 17, 2014 4:08:07 GMT -5
Post by cass on Feb 17, 2014 4:08:07 GMT -5
O P A L S H O R E
The days leading up to the bloodbath had grown slowly more pain-filled. By the time the day came Opal was a mess. She’d watched every single day as her brother had trained, mad alliances and had prepared to fight for his life. Sitting there and knowing there was not a single thing she could do to protect him physically killed her. She saw Locust, Xanthus, Yaa, Cleo and Drace within him, all of them had been fighters, her brother was a fighter, they were all dead. She hoped with her entire being that her darling, dear brother would survive just as she had, she knew that every second of the bloodbath her heart would pound with more terror and fear then that, that had filled her when she had ran into that chaos.
She wished she could trade places with him.
In all honesty she would give her life for him, she would go back into that arena without hesitation if it meant she could save him. But she couldn’t and she knew that everyday watching him in that arena would slowly tear off a part of her heart and soul until there was nothing left.
The Bloodbath seemed to mimic something close to organised chaos, a young child, Laila Sycamore took the head of a young boy. Opal flinched. Argonite fought, and then all at once he fled and she could breathe once more. Eye Saw broke a leg. Eye. She couldn’t look away, and the scratchy memory that she shared with Eye suffered. The bottle was once more in her grasp, her laugh echoed in the empty halls and Eye spoke, words kind and welcoming, tone as joy-filled as her own. He’d asked her for advice on how to win, and in her drunken state she had said a incomprehensible amount of nonsense. And Opal Shore desperately hoped he would not die because she had failed him.
Her dull brown eyes stayed glued to the injured district four boy longer then they should have, and it took a large amount of effort to tear them away. When she did she saw nothing, but four kids greedily grasping the wealth, her bother was somewhere else, hopefully safe.
Live brother, survive. Come home.
But it was a pale, dead face that haunted her, not the one she saw on the television.
She wished she could trade places with him.
In all honesty she would give her life for him, she would go back into that arena without hesitation if it meant she could save him. But she couldn’t and she knew that everyday watching him in that arena would slowly tear off a part of her heart and soul until there was nothing left.
The Bloodbath seemed to mimic something close to organised chaos, a young child, Laila Sycamore took the head of a young boy. Opal flinched. Argonite fought, and then all at once he fled and she could breathe once more. Eye Saw broke a leg. Eye. She couldn’t look away, and the scratchy memory that she shared with Eye suffered. The bottle was once more in her grasp, her laugh echoed in the empty halls and Eye spoke, words kind and welcoming, tone as joy-filled as her own. He’d asked her for advice on how to win, and in her drunken state she had said a incomprehensible amount of nonsense. And Opal Shore desperately hoped he would not die because she had failed him.
Her dull brown eyes stayed glued to the injured district four boy longer then they should have, and it took a large amount of effort to tear them away. When she did she saw nothing, but four kids greedily grasping the wealth, her bother was somewhere else, hopefully safe.
Live brother, survive. Come home.
But it was a pale, dead face that haunted her, not the one she saw on the television.
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