Dear Sable,
How could I NOT freak out? Have you known this entire time? Was this all a plot to turn us into your guinea pigs? Have you betrayed me, or did you truly not know into whose midst we'd wandered? Think of my poor father! How will he survive? I will die protecting him, but after my death, he will be killed! What have you done to us? I have never been a skilled huntress, you know this. Few of what we learned in 12 will help us now, and only one thing from 13--how to hide. I hope your jay can find me with your response, because we will be in hiding from everyone and everything in this blasted world and this damned arena. I am trusting you not to rat us out and torment us with fake wolves and snow storms. I may be dead by the time you respond. Shame how childhood ties grow so strained.
Love,
Gillenia
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The Letters of Sable and Gillenia
FanfictionTaking place after the young Coriolanus becomes president of Panem, two best friends, Sable from District 12, and Gillenia from the forbidden and secret District 13, exchange letters about their lifestyles, the government, and conspiracies on how to...
