as above, so below // jewel one-shot
Jun 24, 2017 18:48:40 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jun 24, 2017 18:48:40 GMT -5
Five years ago, you sold your soul to the devil for a little bit of extra time.
It started with an honest mistake, a curious and distinctly out-of-place ping from a probe inspecting the nuclear ruins of the once and former District Thirteen. Readings unlike any other that you had ever seen filled the screen, detecting an unusual and abnormal amount of subterranean activity. But this was no earthquake, no sudden volcanic eruption - no, on the contrary, it would be the beginning of the end for your old life in the Capitol.
The sane person would have chalked it up to a technical malfunction, while the paranoid would have deleted all trace of the detection altogether. But you fell into the category of curiosity, disregarding the warning sent by the cat that fell victim to such a vice, and within hours of confirming that it was, in fact, not a technical malfunction, you began digging.
And oh, what a deadly nest you would uncover.
For Thirteen was not destroyed, but alive and well even in the present day. For the peace that the Capitol maintained was not absolute, for beneath the surface the seeds of rebellion were sowed. And like a moth to the flame, you grew entranced with the idea of the end of Capitol supremacy, even as you extended virtual vines to the core of Thirteen's hierarchy.
It would have been a fatal mistake to those less resourceful than you, seeking knowledge forbidden by the establishers of the Hunger Games and hidden ever further by Coriolanus Snow himself. But you had not survived an orphanage and the indifference of the Chrysolites by being lazy, and you would not let anyone, not even Snow himself, outsmart you.
So you fled, destroying all evidence of Jewel Chrysolite inside your modest apartment and fleeing on a hovercraft the night that Snow and the rest of the world were entranced by the Victor Presentation of one Kirito Miristioma, the unlikely victor of the Seventieth Annual Hunger Games.
And so here you stand now, more than five years later, on the brink of a moment that will forever determine the future of you and all that reside in your adoptive home. Here you stand, safe while the rest of the world lost one hundred and forty three children to the scourge of your former home's greed. Here you stand, one of three individuals each with their own ideas for the future of Thirteen, the future of the Capitol, and indeed, the future of Panem itself.
You inhale, then exhale, long and slow.
No one, least of all yourself, would have thought that you would have made the transformation from ordinary, low-profile geologist to potential leader of the District and the country in a mere five and a half years.
Only two stand in your way, and of those, only one is truly a threat. And no matter what happens, win or lose, you've set in motion a movement that can no longer be held back by the fears of the old and weary.
A small grin crosses your face, for you've taken time borrowed from forces well beyond your reach and meshed it into the beginning of salvation for each and every soul in Panem.
And that alone would be worth the price you have payed.
It started with an honest mistake, a curious and distinctly out-of-place ping from a probe inspecting the nuclear ruins of the once and former District Thirteen. Readings unlike any other that you had ever seen filled the screen, detecting an unusual and abnormal amount of subterranean activity. But this was no earthquake, no sudden volcanic eruption - no, on the contrary, it would be the beginning of the end for your old life in the Capitol.
The sane person would have chalked it up to a technical malfunction, while the paranoid would have deleted all trace of the detection altogether. But you fell into the category of curiosity, disregarding the warning sent by the cat that fell victim to such a vice, and within hours of confirming that it was, in fact, not a technical malfunction, you began digging.
And oh, what a deadly nest you would uncover.
For Thirteen was not destroyed, but alive and well even in the present day. For the peace that the Capitol maintained was not absolute, for beneath the surface the seeds of rebellion were sowed. And like a moth to the flame, you grew entranced with the idea of the end of Capitol supremacy, even as you extended virtual vines to the core of Thirteen's hierarchy.
It would have been a fatal mistake to those less resourceful than you, seeking knowledge forbidden by the establishers of the Hunger Games and hidden ever further by Coriolanus Snow himself. But you had not survived an orphanage and the indifference of the Chrysolites by being lazy, and you would not let anyone, not even Snow himself, outsmart you.
So you fled, destroying all evidence of Jewel Chrysolite inside your modest apartment and fleeing on a hovercraft the night that Snow and the rest of the world were entranced by the Victor Presentation of one Kirito Miristioma, the unlikely victor of the Seventieth Annual Hunger Games.
And so here you stand now, more than five years later, on the brink of a moment that will forever determine the future of you and all that reside in your adoptive home. Here you stand, safe while the rest of the world lost one hundred and forty three children to the scourge of your former home's greed. Here you stand, one of three individuals each with their own ideas for the future of Thirteen, the future of the Capitol, and indeed, the future of Panem itself.
You inhale, then exhale, long and slow.
No one, least of all yourself, would have thought that you would have made the transformation from ordinary, low-profile geologist to potential leader of the District and the country in a mere five and a half years.
Only two stand in your way, and of those, only one is truly a threat. And no matter what happens, win or lose, you've set in motion a movement that can no longer be held back by the fears of the old and weary.
A small grin crosses your face, for you've taken time borrowed from forces well beyond your reach and meshed it into the beginning of salvation for each and every soul in Panem.
And that alone would be worth the price you have payed.
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