𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 ✩ 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔯

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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Group training had ceased the previous day and now it was time for District Four's mentors to begin personally training up their newest tributes. Despite being elderly and her fighting days having been long behind her, Mags had incredible survival knowledge beyond her years.

Finnick, however, was even more the mastermind in fighting tactics than Odelya and was in that moment teaching her everything her had learned durning his time in the Hunger Games. Apollo was now being trained by Mags and soon they would switch.

As her sparring partner, Finnick had his trident raised and was continuously attempting to fend off her incoming attacks; however surprisingly to little avail. Apparently, Odelya was rather talented in the field of combat.

In spite of being in a ridiculously serious situation of which both life and death were at stake, Finnick and Odelya could not resist having their own little bit of enjoyment. Rather than enhancing their sparring skills, they seemed to be doing something that would be considered of the uppermost importance to them in particular - making themselves appear as absolute lunatics.

This was the catalyst of which cause the two of them to be in the close position at that current moment. Odelya straddled Finnick and was pretending to bludgeon his head inside out. He seemed to be rather pleased with himself to have gotten her into such a situation and happily played along, giving an award winning performance. His tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth, to mimic his newfound state of death.

"You've killed me!" Finnick cried dramatically, "You've killed me, my mermaid."

Odelya blushed ever so slight at the usage of her private nickname in front of Apollo and to avoid being caught out, she stood up slowly and let out a melodic laugh at his theatrics.

"If you want a chance of survival with the Careers, perhaps you should do something actual training instead of flirting with your boyfriend, Odelya," Apollo called from across the gymnasium, still rather bitter about his lack of knowledge regarding Odelya's new plan.

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Apollo darling," Odelya snarked back, not noticing the deep scarlet that Finnick had flushed at her lack of a denial regarding their relationship.

"What all this about the Careers?" Finnick asked in confusion, trying to diffuse the blush from his face, "I thought we decided that they were not to be trusted."

"I understand that I am not to trust them. I don't trust them. But I need them to allow me into their alliance for my plan," Odelya spoke all of this rather quickly.

"What exactly is this plan of yours, Odelya?" Apollo interrupted them once again, "Because you are acting quite mysterious about the whole thing. Are you perhaps making an attempt to betray myself and Florence."

"How dare you accuse me of such dreadful things, Apollo. Since you're so incredibly desperate to hear my plan, then here you go."

And with that, Odelya spilled all the secrets of her rather devious plan to Apollo and the both of their mentors. Revealing all of the details which had been forming in her mind through the past day. To say they were both impressed and slightly horrified, would be an understatement.

"Dely, you need to remember to keep safe," Finnick whispered, reaching out to touch her arm, "I cannot have you being hurt, or worse."

"It'll all be worth it, my sun," Odelya spoke in the same hushed manner.

"Make sure to get little Florence at the Cornucopia and head for somewhere sheltered. I promise that I will take care of the rest and meet up with you two as soon as I possibly can."

Apollo nodded in agreement, both of the mentors approving of such a game plan - Finnick however reluctantly - and then requested for the tributes to switch training stations, so Odelya would now be basking in the wisdom of Mags.

Mags taught her how to fish, of course, as she came from District Four, Odelya knew how to fish extremely well. But her skill amounted to nothing but a fraction of the elderly victors.

Not only did she have an array of unique methods to slim down the chances of there being no fish caught to almost zero, but she could also create the most beautiful of fish hooks out of the commonest natural resources found in a Hunger Games arena and could fashion a fishing rod out of next to nothing.

During her time with Mags, unbeknownst to her, Apollo had been summoned for and finished his evaluation in front of the Game Makers. Without delay to his completion, an Avox had come to collect Odelya for her chance at impressing those who would score her out of twelve.

Therefor, she bid a quick farewell to Mags and shared a longer embrace with Finnick then walked ever so slowly towards a different gymnasium where the Game Makers stood upon a raised platform, drinking merrily and waiting for her to begin.

"Odelya Castellan. District Four," she announced herself rather loudly to draw the attention of the Game Makers.

"You have fifteen minutes to present your chosen skill," spoke an unknown Game Maker in response.

With that, Odelya worked hastily, borrowing a dummy from the corner of the room and fashioning a noose from a piece of rope of which she had created from an array of natural resources which were left for her to use.

Once that was completed, she picked up a rather heavy, spike mace in her right hand and stood a decent half a dozen metres away from said dummy and released the mace, which struck it with such a great force that it fell in a broken heap on the floor.

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