Arianne Blackburn \\ D1F \\ Fin

Arianne is built from silver.

A silver spoon between her lips with a history of a struggle for power. Growing up around a family where she was the youngest, the brightest, and the toughest. Her family is built on strength, power, and control. Her father was a war hero in the dark days; a soldier with medals of honor from siding with the capitol. Other children's eyes follow her everywhere she goes; glares from the living dead that her father killed. Rebels stuck in One with the capitol loyalists, but she didn't know anything of the war. Instead, she was so young that she could barely remember a single thing about the gunfire or the bombings. Flashes of hiding away in the basement of their home flash in her memories, but other than those moments, she couldn't remember any of it other than the day her father came home with a heavy look and a different expression than when she was younger.

Growing up in a healing world was difficult. The war had happened for them, but she didn't see what had changed. Instead, she became well fed and cared for by her parents. A mansion built in their name sitting along a hillside of flowers where she laughed and played with her older brothers who pushed her around. Power over her being shown with playful pushing and games she loved. Every day, they went out into the fields and played chase or hide and seek. Days like those were her favorites, but not every day was easy. Some days, she would hide behind closed doors hearing her father make deals with the men and women of the district. Games of coin and riches being pushed around and soon enough, they were at the top of One's richest families.

Arianne had always been tough. She grew up around brothers who pushed and pulled at every opportunity. A mother who pushed her over and over again to make sure she was tough and could handle anything thrown at her. Arianne was tough, but seeing her father when he was suffering reminds her of his weakness. The flashbacks of a war she never saw, but the reactions were real. The episodes would be constant with physical reactions that terrified her. Hands reaching for any of them threateningly. After she'd calm him down and remind him who she was, he'd say the same thing to her every time. A record on repeat over and over again.

"You have to be strong, Arianne. Never know when another war will start again."

Every time, she took it to heart. Power is what drives their family. Fortune is what funds them. Arianne grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, knowing people saw her as a dainty girl with everything. The curtains of their life was drawn from them and all they saw was their riches. The fancy home with the fancy outfits. They never saw the push for strength or the struggle for power within her family. Uncles and aunts desperately begging her father for a single piece of their fortune and every time, she can hear the yelling that spreads through their home.

Alcohol upon her father's breath. Wine upon her mother's lips. A desperate fight with her brothers for their parents' attention. Arianne knew she had them both wrapped around her fingers. Anything she wanted, she could have. A new bike. A new clock. A new dress. In One, she knew she was better than the rest of them. People watching her with anger in their eyes as she walks with a hired guard through town. Days spent studying to take over her father's fortune and job as a business man, she wanted it all.

Power and fortune rules the world.

Before she was able to even talk, she knew this. Watching the people of One scramble to build up what little they have. Repairs to the district having completed with many families broken apart, but hers still stands strong. Her parents had planned for the war and sided with the winning side. Her father was a war hero and anyone who thought differently were wrong. Arianne knew her father was the strongest soldier and took down rebels like nothing. Spending days sitting in front of her father's desk with homework he gave her in order to follow in his footsteps, he'd tell her the war stories. The stories of dead men and living men. Stories she'd listen to with all of the intent in the world.

Her father was a strong man back then. A hero who lived through a war and survived it. A hero who fought for the right side in the end. A hero who was strong and did what was right. Arianne would be strong like him. She would have the same power he has when he walks into a room. She would be able to tell people to do whatever she wants them to do. Every day, she wanted to be like her father, but every day, she could see him getting weaker and weaker. Haunted eyes staring back at her with violent mental strains. Worry used to come from her gut at the sight, but now she only pitied him.

Strength fades away over time.

Power is passed down.

Ariane would be made from silver and become gold.

No one could stop her.

No one, but the capitol.