the story of the viking (harbinger)
Jun 2, 2020 17:02:19 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 2, 2020 17:02:19 GMT -5
a r a b e l l a .
Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mothers' hands are warm and mild
Arabella was on a mission.
After her conversation with Katelyn she was shook. She had come into this thinking that she was about to enter one of her favourite story books. She had believed that she was about to embark on the biggest adventure of her life. The capitol had created this illusion for her, they had created this idea that the games were this ultimate reality competition. This competition that would bring glory to your District. But they don't tell you just how gruesome, just how brutal it really is. Or maybe they do, and naive silly little children like herself are so oblivious to it, that they don't fear it. She had seen how previous tributes had been as pale as ghosts, how some have had even broken down on the stage. Arabella had never really understood why. She would often find her thinking that she would like to be in their position.
But then she would remember that her chances of seeing Ellen and Matthew again would be next to nothing, so she would banish thoughts such as that from her mind. She couldn't do that to the family that loved her, she would tell herself, even though temptations hand caressed her face, seducing her to give in to it.
Katelyn had mention Harbinger Rhodes. She had told her about his story- very brief. She told me the capitols story first. The one that she had grown up with. About the Viking from district Eleven, who held strong against three other tributes. Who was a true warrior. When she drew him in her sketch book, she never included how his leg had been severed, but clean from his body. Probably still decaying somewhere in his arena. No, they failed to romanticise that. Sure it was seen, sure we witnessed it, but they created it to just empower his image. The legless Viking who took Panem by surprise. Yes, that was probably the story they were trying to spin.
What they don’t say is how close he was to passing out, or the agony he was in from losing a leg. That he was running on adrenaline and sheer willpower.
Katelyns words seep back into her her mind, which was already in chaos as she tried to regain some sort of order. But she was struggling.
But then she entered the training room and her jaw hit the floor.
It was amazing.
She cursed herself. She was supposed to be hating on the capitol. Remember what Katelyn told you. Remember everything...
What in the mother of Ripred was that?
Arabella had never seen such a thing. It was a magnificent blade. It hilt was the shape of a dragon. It looked fierce and dangerous. Small gems embroidered, orange, yellow, red and black. It was so shiny. Swords back home never looks like this. They were rusted and broken. She had only ever created them in her stories, but never, never, had she imagined that they would look like this. It was like a piece of art. So beautifully dangerous.
Her fingers reach out, too eager, to touch it. but scared at the same time of tarnishing it pristine condition. Maybe if I just touch-
Harbinger Rhodes.
Yes, that was her mission.
Shaking her head, she forces herself to look away from the blade, her eyes seeking out the district Eleven victor. She had questions. Questions that she needed to know the answer too, that she hoped he would be willing to answer, because she didn't want to go into the arena with blinkers on.
So when she spots him, near the first aid, she makes a beeline for him, her fingers still aching to touch the dragons blade.
"Mr. Rhodes! Mr. Rhodes!"