Pandora Shaw D2 [FIN]

The truth was the stars were falling down to earth.

Glittering pieces of night that appear across the sky above that lives upon her skin. A girl born among the stars that glitter across her skin. Small, smooth hands move along with a shooting star that comes down. There's supposed to be wishes that are carried along in space, a faithful hope that the next day will lead to better times. Her chest raises and lowers with the pretty sky that she had loved as a little girl, ever since her mother had taken her to view the sky later at night. Stories of how the stars were home to her family in District Two. The whisper of her mother upon her skin as she can remember the words vividly like she had just been spoken to her.

The stars will guide you home, Pandora.

It's her brother that comes out to shake her from their mother's words. His eyes, the color of the sea, shine into her own as he moves next to her. They had an unspoken bond that neither ever talked about ever since tragedy had struck. The stars guide them through the world that lays before them. His eyes scan her face as she smiles softly to him, tears now beginning to prick her eyes like they did when she thought of their mother. His hand grips her shoulder as she holds in a breath of the night air. It's only a moment before her brother whispers to the air that lays a chill through them both.

"I know. I miss her too."

They lay there for what felt like hours, but was actually a mere few minutes. The night always grew dark, but she felt more alive in it. The colder air always seemed to make her feel at home with herself. Thoughts would just calm down into nothing more than the white noise of the air brushing plants and homes. Caelum had left only minutes later with a small smile upon his face as he moved inside through a sliding door that led to their living room. They weren't rich. They weren't poor. They were somewhere in the middle where it was comfortable and problems seemed to vanish before them.

She could remember her mother running hands through her hair when she had been younger. The beautiful blonde locks that reached her shoulder blades that was upon her head. There was always a fascination that rose to her mother's eyes when she would see the hair. Pandora knew why that was. Blue eyes used to meet as she would help her mother with anything that she could. Father always telling her that her mother was a fighter as he left to work in the morning. Years and years, her mother suffered through sickness. It had gotten worse and worse as time seemed to pass. They still spent every night out under the stars with wonder in their eyes.

Her hand reaches out again at the thought of their mother, until she feels the chilly breeze coating her skin. That's her sign to leave the night sky and crawl into a bed where she would still stare out a window into the night until she fell asleep. Then morning would come with her waking up before anyone. The morning jogs that she always managed to take before she had to go to the career training center. Her eyes catch sight of the marketplace that her mother used to take her to as a young girl. It was back before her mother had gotten ill.

Before the cancer took the person that she cared about the most from her.

There's sweat on her forehead as she runs her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her eyes. They were training for the games with a small game of cat and mouse as they claimed it to be. She was always the mouse. The mouse that everyone chased, but this was her specialty. Hidden under their noses as they hunt her. She's agile from the smaller stature she has, but she's been trained like an assassin. Appearing from nowhere to take down targets. That's when she strikes with little advantage, except for the surprise of an attack. She lunges forward with a blade to the guy's throat already. Knives that can be thrown or used as what they were. She wasn't strong like many of the other careers. She was too kind to be as strong as them. Her heart got in the way of being like them. She cared too much and the trainers saw it as a problem. She wasn't strong, but she was quick. She had to leave her emotions behind over training.

This was the only thing that she did most days.

A career who trained with blades, every day. There's a moment, until a trainer comes her way with a hand already in the air. He's telling her to stop and she complies because she wasn't a monster. A small chuckle comes from her throat as she taps the career guy's cheek and then moves in the direction of the training center. Only a few words leaving her lips.

"Good try, bud."

A smile pulls at her lips as she enters the training center with a little skip in her step. She was an exceptional career. It's all she's ever wanted to be for the longest time, until the cancer her mother faced took that away. All she wanted as a little girl was to become a career who would win the games. Her mother used to tell her to follow her dreams, but she knew that dreams changed. They changed for her after her mother passed. She dreamed of the stars. She dreamed of learning about the stars after her mother passed. That's all she had wanted to do as a young girl, become the glittering objects in the sky.

She was only sixteen when her father, the man who worked to keep them in training and alive took her to the place that their mother lived in when they had met. She spent days in the room that her mother sat in as a young woman, writing about the things in life. They cleared out the room years later and moved it to their home. Every day, when Pandora arrives home, she studies the papers her mother had written. Charts of the stars above that she had drawn to perfection sits before Pandora like the memory of her mother. There's no way of becoming a star in the shining sky, but she could chart them.

Pandora could continue the work of her mother who had been fascinated in the glittering objects above.

A smile pulls on her cheeks as she finishes another piece of the night's sky. Caelum comes up to her room with dinner for her. They avoid eye contact, until she turns back to him. Feet take her with him to the bottom of the stairs. They march out into the dark just like they planned days ago. Careers were important, but Pandora wasn't like them. She wasn't cold and calculated. A real human who just wanted to see the glittering skies with her own eyes. They had planned to meet at some friend's house.

It was in the middle of nowhere. Sounds of teens dancing inside as Caelum was more into the scene, but Pandora had promised to go with him. She sits outside with a bottle of beer in her hands as a man sits down next to her. Memories of the day early as he was the one she had caught in training. She gives him a small smile as he just sits there watching her. They're quiet as the night's breeze hits her. The moonlight glitters on her skin and she can hear his words.

"You're glowing like a star."

A laugh leaves her lips as she leans back on her hands and looking up at the sky. They glitter above with small changes in light and it travels faster than any of them would ever truly know. The light hits her skin and becomes apart of her as she looks over to the other career. There's a moment of silence before she lets out a smile and a breath of air that soothes her. She speaks finally with truth upon her lips.

"You are glowing too, bud. We all are shining like stars."

The stars will guide you home, Pandora.

They always do.