'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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The water sat still and calm, reflecting the sky like a mirror. The cold blues and greens of the ocean mixing with the warm orange tones of the sunset like a water painting, blending into one peaceful atmosphere surrounding the young girl.
Lyra Holland was sitting on the beach like she did every evening before tea. Letting the salt water rush up the golden sand, just grazing at her toes, before retreating back home to the sea. Her fiery copper hair blew softly in the breeze as her sky blue eyes glanced between her hands and the serenity before her.
Her fingers delicately weaved three thin threads of rope into a small plait before tying the end that she'd just completed into a small tight knot. She slipped one end through the hole of a smoothed shard of mussel's shell. Then she slipped the knotted end through a loop at the other end, tying it to create a necklace.
As the sky darkened further, the oranges beginning to fade into nothing, the eleven year old stood, putting the two necklaces and a bracelet into her pant pockets.
The second necklace was the same rope design with a knot but this one held a pearl, rather than a mussel shell, which had been carefully drilled into with a sharp blade so that the rope could be threaded through.
The bracelet was very small, as it was for a small person, but the rope was adjustable to slide around as said person grows. It held no shell or pearl but had a strand of seaweed combined with the threads of rope.
With one last glance at the water Lyra sighed contently before picking up the jacket she'd been sat on, shaking off the sand, and making her short journey home to the Victor's Village.
Lyra Holland was the daughter to the famous Isabella Holland.
Isabella Holland had always stood out from a crowd with her bright head of red hair and pale skin, which was unusual for someone in District four. She was one of the most well known Victors there's ever been. Fast, smart, quick witted, and beautiful. She won her games by using them to her advantage. She was fast and easily outran other tributes. She was smart and could use this to trick her opponents. She was quick witted and would use it as a distraction whilst she thought of a plan. She was absolutely stunning with her flaming hair and alluring brown eyes. She was perfect. Was.
She died one year ago whilst giving birth to her last child.
But let's rewind.
When Isabella had been reaped at the age of eighteen, she had needed to leave her nineteen year old boyfriend of two years behind in District 4. Her 'high school sweetheart', if you will. They were madly in love. He was her sole reason to come back home, to survive. They were all each other had with no other family alive.
So she won and upon her return, Jared Holland proposed. They were engaged whilst Isabella entertained the Capitol on her Victor's tour, announcing the news of her engagement caused so much gossip that President Snow didn't push her into prostitution. Jared saved her from further hell and didn't even know it.
