"Octavia Voss. Better known as The Siren...Capitol's 'It Girl,' the 'Party Girl.' The people there would kill just for a chance to spend an evening with her."
"So she's the Capitol's whore?"
"Easy, Tavia's more than just a face for Capitol entertain...
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It was early morning, when Octavia woke with a startle. The voices in her head were at a constant battle to be the loudest. Thalor, Cedric, Triss, Mirabella, even Finnicks voice flickers through her mind on a non stop loop.
In an effort to not stay in one place too long, Octavia packs up what little supplies she has before leaving her spot.
She finds a tree and using her knife from her belt, carefully carves away at the bark leaving her a blank canvas to carve onto.
One by one, she etched the names into the tree, the knife biting into the surface as she pronounced each name in her mind. Each name was a weight on her heart, a reminder of the faces and stories behind the deaths, each life cut short in this cruel arena.
M.G. D.H. C.B T.W.
As she carved Triss' name, her hand trembled, and tears blurred her vision. Since she met him, he was always able to bring a smile to her face, no matter how small.
When she was finished, she sat back, staring at the large tree. It was a tribute, a silent vow to remember, to honor them all in the only way she knew how.
By winning.
Octavia follows the river bank down towards the cornucopia. Her mind swirls with emotions, but the one she focuses on is determination. After rounding a corner, she spots movement up ahead.
Augustus.
Her heart races as she quietly pulls out her sword from the sheath on her back. Trying to have the upper hand, she draws her sword back, but before she hits her target, he ducks down.
Both tributes stand on guard. Octavias sword held high, ready to strike. Augustus' spear held lazily in his hand. As if he doesn't see her as a threat, which he probably doesn't.
"Well look who finally joined the party. The Capitols very own Siren!" He laughs, throwing his hands out.
"What? No side kick?" He asks. "Oh wait..." A wicked smile stretches across his face.
Octavia clenched her fists as Augustus taunted her, rage boiling inside her.
"Triss lasted longer than most of your so-called allies. If I recall correctly, I killed two within the first ten minutes." She smiles evilly, gripping her sword tighter, before lunging forward.
He dodged, his mocking laughter continuing. "Oh come on, Four. I know you can do better than that."
They circled each other on the slippery riverbank, each step a mix of snow, mud, and adrenaline. Octavia felt the chill of the frozen earth seeping through her boots, but she kept her focus sharp.
With a sudden burst of speed, she swung her sword at him, the blade glinting as it sliced through the air. Augustus parried, his movements deceptively quick, and they clashed, the sound of metal on metal echoing against the trees. She pushed forward, forcing him back towards the icy river.
