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CHAPTER SEVEN

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Emptiness immersed Odelya soul, the fear of impending death had finally sunk in and her entire body trembled terribly. A heavy weight pressed on her heart, spiralling her mind into uncertainty and uncontrollable anxiety.

Despite being within the same room with more people than she would typically interact with in a single day back in Four, Odelya had never felt more alone.

There was such a contrasting feeling in the innermost centre of her mind - both did she hear silence and unrelenting chaos. Such as how twin children tended to be two sides of the same coin, an angel and a devil, the moon and the sun.

Pandemonium was in heavy control, a demonic spirit which screamed severe pain into her body, it repeated the same words, stating that a torturous death was imminent.

Silence was in a sense of submission, patiently waiting for the devil twin to tire of its evil ways so silence itself could fuel Odelya with overall peace and sanctuary.

Oh, how she wished for a reunion with inner quietness, that was something of which had been foreign to her since the reaping four years prior. Such a beautiful thing was stillness, and something that the majority of the average population took for granted on such an immense level.

Pure and complete tranquility was a rare luxury for many, especially the victims of the Hunger Games and their families. For in the silence there was a sense of warmth ablaze in a humans heart, without it, Odelya felt nothing but coldness and emptiness.

With the sharp opening of the door behind where she and Apollo both sat, Odelya was brought back to the present moment - of which they still remained in a modernist train, hurtling at full force to the Capitol where they would soon be sent to their demises.

A hunched figure walked into the carriage, after being called for by Tarquinia and immediately was she recognised by both new tributes, for she was one of the most renown person within their home District.

Mags slowly tottered into the carriage and sat calmly down upon the sofa which opposed the two armchairs where they sat. A pitiful smile graced her aging features and an immediate sense of trust filled both Odelya and Apollo.

Such a poor woman was Mags Flanagan; some say she lost her speech after going mad in the games, others say she had a stoke due to the trauma of the games. Either or, the woman had the inability to speak, which seemed like both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing was it in the way it lessened the punishments of which the Capitol could inflict upon the elderly victor. However, it was a permanent curse, in the sense she could never speak for herself, or be seen as just an individual - certainly to most who didn't understand her language, ever again.

As a result of spending the majority of her free time in the company of Finnick, Odelya had the subtle ability to communicate in sign language. Which proved most helpful in situations such as this.

"I am so sorry that this has happened to the both of you," Mags signed and Odelya translated for Apollo.

"Thank you," Apollo responded, "I suppose our other mentor is too busy with his Capitol whores to come and introduce himself."

"Finnick is just needing of some time to clear his mind," Mags signed, "He is trying to get some rest, in his compartment."

Such information was all Odelya needed to realise that her sun was slowly diminishing and her life was the only thing of which could possibly cause him to rise once again.

"May I be excused?" Odelya asked, yet before an answer was given, she stood and turned on her heel. Making her way through the door which Mags had entered through.

Multiple similar looking doors faced her and without the sounding of quiet cries coming from the door furthest to her left she perhaps would not have found Finnick before entering a compartment of where she was not supposed to be.

As Odelya opened the door just as gently as she could so muster in the midst of such tragic circumstances. Finnick didn't even acknowledge her figure entering as he was curled up into a ball on his bed, his face buried in a silken pillow as his body racked with sobs.

"Oh, my sunshine," Odelya murmured, as she crossed over to sit beside him on his bed and pulled him out of his fetal position to look at her.

"You haven't any need to feel any sense of guilt, Finn," Odelya whispered, "None of this is of your doing."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you, Dely," Finnick cried.

Odelya hushed him, embracing him in the tightest of hugs and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"If I lose you then any ray of light in my life shall burn out," Finnick sobbed, "I cannot continue without you, my mermaid. You must swear to me that you shall live, that you shall fight to return to me."

"I will never leave you, my Finnick," Odelya responded quickly, "I could never. You are my guiding light and such a beautiful soul like yours is not one a mere orphan such as myself could abandon."

Many words of affection came to the very top of Finnick's tongue, but the ceased before any sound escaped from his lips. All he wanted was for his precious mermaid to be kept safe in his arms forever, yet fate was such a cruel concept and the odds never seemed to be in their favour.

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