There is anarchy and chaos stirring amongst the courts. So much has happened, so many left homeless, and so many lost their lives. All of these things bring pain and heartache to Katniss, they make her want to do better for herself, for Metaphor, for Denocte. She wishes that she could somehow slow down time, to reverse it even, so that no one had to suffer what they had. It all weighs heavily on the silver dapple black mare. It makes her hear heavy and it makes her eyes fill with tears for those that have lost everything.
She stands on the island recently uncovered, her eyes looking out at the beauty that surrounds her. And despite all this beauty, she doesn’t find it fair. Why could such a place of peace and tranquility be present when the rest of the courts are suffering? Magic has never made much sense to her, being a warrior born for a purpose. In her life, she did not rely on magic but on brute strength. But this island, this island was humming with magic. Even as she stands here in the quiet, she can feel the weight of the magic flowing beneath her.
She hears the rustle of leaves, the sound of feet pummeling the earth. Eyes look up and out of the trees flees a youngster, one she’s not yet seen before. He looks frightened and scared, running as if his life depended on it. But as he gets to the edge of the island, where the island meets the bridge, he stops. There are so many that gather around him, so many curious about the letter that he holds around his neck. Katniss is curious too, and so she joins the crowd.
She hears their whispers of a long-lost relic. Perhaps it is something that she can use to help her people, to bring justice to those that caused so much loss. She knows deep down what she must do. She must find this relic. She must win it all.
STAFF EDIT***
@Katnisshas rolled a 2! She has been awarded +100 signos.
