Reaped for the 66th games Rowell felt as if everything was over. Even having training by her father, she felt like she would join her sisters fate as a decided unremarkable tribute. That is intill she wins.
Rowell Castor from my A message to those...
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Losing a sister to the games took a lot out of a person. Yet in Rowells's case it allowed her to prepare for her own games seven years later.
With the death of her sister her father was lost within his own regret, often drinking too much, hitting to hard, or feeding to little. It allowed her to be tough. Strong. It gave her the dedication needed to be better, to prove herself.
To train.
So, train she did. Watching over all previous games, mimicking stances, poses, tactics used previously. Learning what to say in interviews, how to act on the chariots. Learning various weapons, becoming the biggest threat she could be, so if her time ever came that she was thrown into the arena. She could provide herself the best chance possible for survival.
mastering less used weapons in order to try to give her an edge if she were ever reaped.
She thought she knew everything she needed to. Yet you can never practice killing another. The only way to know what it's like is to do it.
She never knew how it broke a piece of you apart. A small part of you dies with each person you kill. Leaving little left but a husk if regrets behind.
