*:ꔫ:* 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚{𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖}
In the Capitol's shadow, where white roses conceal secrets and emerald eyes mask desires; the fight for money, power, and glory weaves a clandestine dance of ambition a...
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THE THIRD DAY OF THE HUNGER GAMES DAWNED WITH A SENSE OF ANTICIPATION AND HUSHED MURMURS WITHIN THE HEAVENSBEE HALL. The mentors and remaining students, including Seraphina, gathered once more to witness the ongoing spectacle on the big screen before them.
The atmosphere in the hall was a blend of lingering tension and subdued excitement.
Morning light streamed through the windows, casting a pale glow over the students, mentors, and the large screen that dominated the room.
The previous day's events had left an indelible mark on the participants, and the air buzzed with speculation about the tributes' strategies for the new day.
The Games had slowed down in the early hours. Most tributes, aware of the dangers that lurked within the arena, chose caution over reckless aggression.
The remaining contenders were scattered, some hiding in strategic locations, others patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The stillness of the arena created a palpable suspense that permeated Heavensbee Hall.
Seraphina sat with an air of detached interest, her emerald eyes focused on the screen as she observed the tributes' movements.
The events of the previous days had sharpened her understanding of the Games' dynamics.
She watched the unfolding drama with a calculating gaze, analyzing each move and anticipating the intricate dance of survival.
Around her, other students and mentors whispered among themselves, exchanging observations and theories about the tributes' motivations and alliances.
The morning had started slow, but the prospect of imminent confrontations hung in the air, promising a surge of action as the tributes navigated the challenges of the arena.
As the camera panned across the sprawling landscape of the arena, Heavensbee Hall remained a haven of stillness, a silent theater where the audience awaited the next act in this brutal drama of survival.
Seraphina's fingers danced across her communipad, deftly sending a drone to Reaper.
The screen displayed the progress of the supplies she dispatched to her tribute, ensuring he had the sustenance needed for the challenges that lay ahead.
Despite her apparent disinterest in the ongoing conversations around her, she maintained a keen focus on her responsibilities as a mentor.
As she engaged in this mentorial duty, Festus Creed quietly approached her, a gesture that hardly registered in Seraphina's indifferent demeanor.
Festus approached Seraphina with an air of confidence, navigating through the sparse crowd in Heavensbee Hall. He cleared his throat before initiating the conversation.
