sven katsaros * ten * fin

My name is Sven, after the person who caused Ap' to die. After the person who was so goddamn weak that he couldn't find a grip on his sword long enough to kill a boy who had already been killed once. I was named after Gran's killer, and I was told that I should feel honor for it. That the original Sven - September - was loved deeply by Ap'. Yet, somehow, that love was what caused Gran to end it all. If September's love for Ap' was so grand why didn't he try harder? Why was he so weak?

I hated that I was named after the weakest love story I've ever seen in Panem. Boy claims so much that he's fighting for Ap' yet can't land the final blow. So goddamn weak that he let his opponent get a sword in his eye.

I would never be that weak. He was everything that I promised myself that I wouldn't be. He was scared of killing to get home and he feared what his family thought to get home. September cried when he killed someone and he decided that attacking the weak was better than attacking the strong. September believed in a fairy tail ending, yet had every quality of a jesters' end. A joke.

September also thought he was fighting to get home. Bitch ass. Little did he know his family would have left him just as quickly as he left Ap. He painted himself white, a family boy, a good boy. I was the hunter that painted himself black, and the darkness always overcomes the light. September considered Appa a part of his family.

I would too they weren't dead.

I had no family to fight for, not anymore. Months after Appa 'disappeared', Dad did too. It was just me. I was alone, which was good.

I'd rather die alone than die with a family's weight on my shoulders.