In the time being, 3 more cannons blew out. The sun slowly turned into the moon. Stars filtered the sky.
The first tribute was Violet Roosevelty. She had slick, thin brown hair. Her eyes were an amber shade.
The next tribute was Michael Cnut. His hair was blonde and curly. His eyes were a bright green that brought out everything.
I wandered how they must've died. Everyday there was a natural disaster or something like that. It would at least kill someone.
I looked away and to my hands. They were blistered from climbing this tree. Sighing, I took out my rope. I tied it over my legs to keep me balance for the night.
I hung the bag of supplies on a high branch and my eyes shut.
* * *
I awoke to the sound of laughter and cannons. My heart was beating fast and sweat made way down my face. A boy who was supposedly 12 had ropes tied around his wrists and was being dragged by a group of allies.
Pulling my bow from the tree branch and extracting some arrows, I let myself pull back the bow. My hands were shaking, causing my whole body to tremble.
The boy looked terrified. He wasn't screaming. Was he threatened? Must've been.
His eyes were full of fear. I pulled the bow back farther and aimed at the 'leader' of the group. He had some pretty good stuff.
But I would also have to disguise myself so the others of the group wouldn't notice me.
