The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

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Eleksa Motonius.

The winner of the thirteenth annual Hunger Games, finally returning back home. The carriage that had transported her back had been larger than usual. She sat on one whole bench, her hands caressing the gentle design of the chair she had been seated on as the interior had been decorated with pristine glass, and jewels she had no otherwise seen until she arrived at the Capitol. She looked over at the middle of the carriage, a small table holding a platter of the finest meats and cheeses– with the option of crackers or buttered bread that had been toasted lightly.

The scent had drawn her in, but for some reason, her appetite had failed her. The look in her eyes hadn't really elicited the desire to eat nor the desire to even do anything as she remained in her seat. Her last day in the Capitol was rough, with the cameras constantly in her face and everyone inquiring about her as she was being ushered back to her carriage.

The environment around had been completely warped as she went through the tunneling of the Capitol, finally fading away from the glitter and gold that the Capitol had enveloped itself so beautifully in. The grain fields had soothed along the edge of the windows as she continued to stare out at the newfound gold she had missed when she had first arrived, her hands in her lap as she looked at her old clothing. The one that she had arrived in, as she looked out– looking at the gaze in her amber eyes.

She had no tears left to cry.

Nor did she really have any tears as she looked into her gaze again, staring back at the platter of food as she crossed her legs. She glanced around one last time as she leaned back on the wall, taking a gander to see if there was anyone still watching her.

But alone. She was finally alone.

District 3 had welcomed her back with open arms, people had cheered for her return. Some cried and wailed for her as they crept to her feet, embarrassing themselves as if they had even known her to begin with. Others cheered for her, putting their arms up and clapping, applauding her return as if she had done a feat unknown to man.

To her, she thought this was an improper gesture. She never believed that they should have welcomed her as they did– especially knowing what she had to go through, but what else could she do but smile awkwardly to the people as they walked by her?

It's what she despised more than anything.

Eventually, she pushed through the masses and made her way back to her old home. But as she did so, she realized how empty the front lawn had been. The grass had overgrown and winter had been slowly picking up as frost had collected along the windows.

Her eyes looked up to the front door as she slowly brought her hand up to the center of it.

Someone answered the door quickly before she could, as she stood there idly. Unbeknownst to her who the woman was that stood by the door.

"Eleksa?" The woman spoke, she hadn't looked like she had belonged to the districts at all, signified by the undertones of silver in her hair as she rested on the doorframe.

"Yes?" Eleksa spoke upright as she stood by the door, looking at her. "I must have gotten the wrong house."

She knew well that it was her house this stranger had stumbled upon, but she was unsure as to why she was even in her home to begin with.

"No, no." The woman spoke up as she looked to her, "we've just relocated you."

"Relocated?"

"The Victor's Village, remember?" The woman had spoken up as she had rolled out from the door before closing it behind her. "Your family's there already, we've helped them assimilate a few moments ago."