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Prologue

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Coriolanus' p.o.v

    The rain had stopped for a while now and Lucy Gray still didn't return.

   I was beginning to get worried about her, she's been gone for hours... What if something  happened to her?

    She's probably fine. She could handle herself. I'm sure she'll be back by the end of the day.

  That thought gave me some comfort, but the gnawing feeling of worry still persisted.

   The sun was setting now and still, no sign of Lucy Gray. The worry was getting stronger and turning to panic. Where could she have been?

   If something did happen to her... No, I can't let my thoughts go there. I had to find her. But how? The woods were vast and she could be anywhere.

   I called for her, the sound of my voice echoing in the silence. But no answer came. The night was falling fast and my heart grew heavier with each passing moment.

    Still, she shouldn't be far away. She said she would just go and dig up some katniss, didn't she? But I was sure there was much more behind this excuse- because, by now, digging up katniss wouldn't take so long.

   There had to be more to her absence than just digging up katniss. And each passing hour made me more anxious. The night was closing in, and I was beginning to feel helpless and desperate.

   I started hasteing my steps, while my voice was echoing through the empty air of the forest, "Lucy Gray?"

    Anxiety gnawed at my insides, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. The darkness of the forest seemed to swallow up my calls, offering no response but the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of a wolf. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as I searched for any sign of her whereabouts.

    The moonlight guided my path through the dense forest, and I continued my frantic search for Lucy Gray, calling out her name with a mixture of urgency and despair. The woods were eerily quiet save for the occasional rustling of wildlife and the distant hoot of an owl. And as the hours ticked by, the anxiety in my heart grew stronger, almost unbearable.

  The fear of the unknown deepened my soul, tormenting me with the worst possibilities. What if she was hurt? Or lost? Or worse... The sheer terror of not knowing her fate was almost too much to bear. I pushed on, though, refusing to give up hope. The thought of losing her was too painful to consider, and I clung tightly to the belief that somewhere in the darkness, Lucy Gray was still waiting to be found.

  "Please tell me you're alright," I whispered to myself, while hoping to find any sign of her being alive.

   And for a moment, it seemed like the universe just listened to me. There it was, at my feet, one of the only signs I needed to explain it all: the orange scarf.

  The same one that I gave her: one of the only things I appreciated the most all my life, because it was my mother's, and passed it to her, because now she was the one and only person I valued the most.

   And there it was: lying on the cold, damp ground, as a rush of mixed emotions washed over me seeing it in that state.

    Its presence here, abandoned and dirty, sent a chill down my spine. The once vibrant fabric looked dulled and bleak against the backdrop of the dark forest.