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There was something about the peace the night brings. Something about the stars twinkling brightly in the sky above, about the way the water from the lake laps at the sand on the shore. There was just something about the peacefulness of this moment that brought Katniss a sense of peace and comfort. For so long, Katniss had struggled with her inner demons, her conscious seemingly pulled in so many different directions. But here, as she stands beneath the twilight, she feels unusually calm.

A fire flickers in front of her, the crackling logs adding to the music of the insects and the birds. Eyes look into the glowing of coals, and despite the calmness and stillness of the night, Katniss feels nothing. She does not feel love, nor sorrow, nor anger, nor uncertainty. In this moment, she feels empty and alone, as if she is just existing in a land that she had sworn to protect. She feels lost but there is no one here who could possibly lead her in the right direction.

This moment of self-reflection is broken by the sound of footsteps approaching in the stillness of the night. She looks up to see who might be approaching, but she does not stand from her reclining position in the sand. It is a rare sight to see the warrior off her feet. The wound she carries are new and old and the firelight reflects them for all to see. She is defined by her markings, and yet she tries not to be. She wants to be more but she is unsure how to do that.

Normally she would ask her friends, but she has no one. Her son is too young to burden with his mother’s insecurities. Metaphor is dead. Isra is gone. Katniss does not make friends easily and it seemed like all her friends have left her alone in this world. Was that what her life was meant to be? A pointless meandering that meant nothing? She is lost and confused but you would not see that when she look at her. From the outside, she looks as though she has seen better days. Her eyes carry bags from lack of sleep, her skin covered with the scars of battles won and lost. And yet, here she is. This is Katniss. This is the one that Denocte has chosen.

@Moira – sorry it’s not great – starters are not my fortay <3












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