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CHAPTER THIRTY

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Carrying her little body down to the lake, she stepped over the body of her murderer, as the Capitol sent aircraft descended to collect her body. Delicately placing little Florence's body in the lake, Odelya finally let the tears fall. And fall did they in torrents.

As though on cue, rain poured horribly down upon her frightened head, perhaps it was to mimic the never ending tears of the fallen girls father. But Odelya could not find it in herself to shelter herself from the rain, for she was now all alone. Again.

Sanity was such a fragile state, especially for a tribute in the Games, and the death of her littlest ally had crumbled any last inch of such a concept within her. Gone was her mind with the falling snow and as she brushed her fingertips along the surface of the now not so frozen lake where her beloved siblings bodies had been recovered from, tears ceased to fall.

So sad was she that she had lost the ability to cry, lost the ability to feel. All she wished was to plunge down into the waters and remain there for all of eternity. At least she could die with the comfort that Blaise would be secure in his victory.

But Reign needed Odelya as much as Rue needed Blaise. And as it was as so eloquently put by darling Apollo, dying heroically in the Games was easier on one's family than a tragic suicide.

Perhaps it was ridiculous, to be so intensely grieving a child she had known for a mere few weeks, but a Flower had bloomed so beautifully around her soul that she would most definitely be the hardest for her to forget. Such a darling soul was little Florence, it was as though a sun drop had fallen upon her heart before her birth and stardust had been sprinkled through her very being.

How incomprehensible was it that Florence would never nestle her delicate figure into Odelya's side again, nor would she tell the most outrageous jokes most likely taught by her father. Oh, if her grief was so tormenting she could not even begin to fathom how poor Haymitch must be. His fallen parachutes still lying, unopened, on the settled snow.

Odelya couldn't bring herself to open the lifelines she had been much to ignorant to open, perhaps Florence was not beyond saving, if she had just attempted to save her life, instead of singing her to sleep. Perhaps she would still be in contention for the crown.

Many things had been stolen from Odelya from the Capitol, but potentially the most significantly harmful of which has been taken from her was a sense of solace in her time of grief. For she was so deeply feeling in such a moment of weakness, that a momentary lapse in judgment caused her to almost plunge down into the depths of the water.

Truly the only thing of which prevented her from doing so was the terrible avalanche which occurred from the peak of the highest mountain in the arena at that very moment. Seemingly never ending, the snow came down in waves, smothering everything in its path with an intense wintery viciousness. So before she could complete her submersion into the water, Odelya pulled herself back through the fishing hole, her trousers soaked with freezing water, and began did she to run.

Although Odelya was just about to submerge herself in a state of irreversible suicide, such an avalanche could ironically be the cause for saving her life in that moment. For she had never travelled such little a distance in as short a time as she did in that very instance.

Perhaps it were for the better that little Florence and darling Apollo had been gifted a quick deaths, for her little legs and his ill health would surely be unable to keep up with the necessary pace to outrun the ever flowing snow.

Oh, it was not only Odelya and likely Blaise who were running from the avalanche, for the arena was filled with more frightful creatures than just the two of them. Hares and foxes would most certainly have been suffocated by the thick onslaught by now, but such animals as snow leopards and wolves were capable of keeping up with a pace necessary to survive.

Odelya was not merely running from the snow, but from the predators which would definitely welcome an evening meal after a tiring run. Only hoped did she that Blaise had the good sense to begin his escape on first notice of the snow, and not stopped to collect his supplies as she had not.

Seemingly, Odelya had reached the centre of the arena, where a grand Cornucopia stood in all its frozen glory. Similarly to the lake where Apollo and little Florence had set up their camp, the lake which held the foundations for the Cornucopia had began its thawing.

Standing proud atop the Cornucopia like a lion of whom had just hunted its prey, Odelya spotted Blaise out of the corner of her eye. Never before finding Apollo and Florence after her murders of the Careers had Odelya been so grateful to see an ally.

Beautiful lily pads graced the waters on certain lakes in District Four and as children, Odelya and Finnick would make use of such wonders by playing hopscotch upon them. Perhaps making her way along the fragments of ice which arranged themselves in patterns to reach the Cornucopia was not all too different to this.

"Odelya!" Blaise called as she made her approach to where he stood, leaning down her reached out an arm to pull her up when she came close enough.

"Blaise," Odelya responded with relief, as the ice on which she stood crumbled beneath her, plunging her feet first into the freezing depths below. Perhaps this was it, a slow goodbye to the world, at least Blaise could return home soon.

However, silence never came to her screaming ears, for Blaise had dove into the waters immediately after he had noticed her falling. How he had the ability to swim after being raised in Eleven was unbeknownst to Odelya, but she was unthankful for it. For Blaise had made things just so ever much more complicated.

When they reached again the top of the Cornucopia, gasping for air, mutts surrounded the base and the ice didn't seem to be cracking under their weight. Such a sick game played by the Game Makers, who wished for Blaise and Odelya to fight each other to the death, or allow for the predators to rip themselves to shreds.

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Two updates in a week, who am I? Don't get used to it until after GCSE's are over and done with because next week I will be back in school and back under exam stress. Somehow, we have reached the penultimate chapter of baby Odelya's games, next time we will see who wins.

Who do we think? Odelya or Blaise?

I wonder who it could be.

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