La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Thirty-one sortie

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"Blossom's pregnant"

The words reverberated through the room, eyes widening with surprise and anticipation as the weight of the revelation settled in.

Dubois stood at the front of the room, head bowed, while Blossom, seated next to her mother, burst into tears. Although she was aware of the news, the reality of the situation hit her hard; this wasn't supposed to happen.

Blossom's parents sat in stunned silence, their expressions reflecting a mix of surprise and concern. The news of her pregnancy in the aftermath of the Hunger Games was undoubtedly overwhelming. 
They exchanged glances, aware of the challenges she would face as a young mother in a world scarred by the brutality of the Games. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.

"I don't know what to do," she confessed, Dubois took a seat next to her, offering comfort as she rested her head on his shoulder, "this wasn't supposed to happen."

Delyth and Treech exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting compassion for Blossom. Mixed with their concern was an underlying confusion, uncertain about what the future held for them all.

Silence hung heavy in the room, everyone grappling with the weight of the news. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only audible sound, intermingled with Blossom's tearful cries.

"We both agreed that we didn't want children while the hunger games are around" Blossom spoke again, Delyth nodded in understanding, she felt the same way.

Treech's mother exchanged a meaningful glance with her husband before she spoke up, breaking the heavy silence in the room.

"You can't stay here," she whispered as she shook her head, and Delyth's eyes widened in surprise. Being asked to leave at such a critical moment left her bewildered.

"The moment when your brother's name is called for the Hunger Games is the most agonizing feeling I've ever known. I wouldn't wish that upon you," she confessed, her words resonating with a deep sense of empathy.

A sense of confusion lingered in the room, each person exchanging puzzled glances. "I don't understand," Blossom spoke. Treech's father, sitting with an inscrutable expression, gestured subtly for his wife to elaborate.

A spark of hope ignited as Treech's mother began, "There's a place," she started, "up north." Delyth's attention sharpened; tales of people escaping to that mysterious northern sanctuary had reached her ears before.

"It's a hidden refuge," Treech's mother continued, "a place where people can live without the threat of the Capitol. They say it's a haven for those who seek freedom and a chance at a new life."

Blossom's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and relief. It seemed like an answer to their predicament, a way to escape the clutches of the Capitol and the Hunger Games.
"I've know a guide," Treech's mother said, "someone who knows the routes, the hidden paths. But it won't be easy, and it's risky. Leaving the district is against the rules, and the Capitol won't take kindly to it."

They nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The prospect of escape was daunting, and the penalty would be fatal, but the hope of a better life fueled their determination.

"We have a friend," Treech's father spoke up, breaking the tense silence. "Someone who's been through this before. He knows the way. We'll have a talk with him, but it will be at a cost, a cost we can't afford.."

A glimmer of hope flickered in Delyth's eyes as she revealed her untouched plinth prize money. "I've got money," she said, a quiet determination in her voice, "the Plinth prize, I won it for being Treech's mentor". All eyes turned toward her, and Blossom's expression affirmed that this contribution was a step in the right direction—a beacon of financial support for their journey to freedom.

Treech's father's eyes softened with gratitude. "That could be a game-changer. Money opens doors, even in places where freedom is a rare commodity, we'll make sure we all pitch in. We appreciate your willingness to contribute, Delyth. It's a testament to your commitment to this journey."

Her and Treech exchanged glances, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in their eyes. The path ahead was unknown, but the promise of freedom beckoned them, pushing aside the fear that clung to their hearts.

Faced with the imminent threat of Coriolanus discovering their plan, Delyth and her companions resorted to drastic measures. They decided to divert the attention of the Peacekeepers by strategically throwing them off the trail, ensuring a safer passage for their true journey.