The ice spreads slowly, but quickly at the same time. I watch it creep its way up my arm, solidifying in beautiful crystal shapes. It is cold to the point that I feel like my skin is burning and I let out a cry that makes no sound--the ice has reached my lungs, freezing them; rendering them useless. I can't breathe. I can't move. I can only die.
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The Warrior of Ice
FanfictionOne of twenty-four thrown into the death arena, District 10's female tribute has a simple plan: survive. The arena and her fellow tributes however, have a very different idea.
