Hunger Games Fanfics

The Lilly Flower's Song

Chapter 11

The Lilly Flower's Song

Lilly's p.o.v

I lay on a large patch of grass, near the edge of the forest. My sword stuck into the ground beside me. I killed someone. I had to. But did I? I didn't want to be an evil person. That wasn't me.

I pulled out mum's ring from my pocket. It shined, so bright that I could see my reflection. My soft brown eyes looked back at me, scared.

I didn't and don't want to be a monster. I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to die. I'm scared. Why? Why me?

Ever since I'd been born my life's been full of bad twists and turns. I was bullied, ignored, abandoned. Even my career was heading downhill.

Why can't there be freedom in this world. Why am I the unlucky one?

A voice sand quietly in my head. I knew who it was. My 'other self' if you like.

"Veronica," I muttered inside, "Shutup."

I closed my eyes, the world being replaced with a garden of long grass, sunflowers and daisies. Veronica sat, dress ruffled as she sat in a weird position. She looked rosier then normal, her own soft brown eyes concentrating on the daisy chain she made. Her long golden hair was tied up in a messy bun, unlike her usual character.

"Hi!" I smiled, sitting beside her.

"Hey, Lils," she beamed back.

"What were you singing?" I asked.

"Your song," she replied.

I fell silent as a gentle summer breeze rustled the plants. My hair tumbled over my shoulders as I stared at the floor.

"My song....?" I whispered.

There was another long pause. It wasn't awkward. Yet it was.

"Yes," she whispered, "The Lily Flower's Song...

The wind rustles the world, people die.

However you live there is nought who never lie.

How can you live such a terrible life.

All it does is cause grief and strife.

But we can do something, we can bring hope.

Hope sealed deep within.

Finding ourselves is the path we must take,

Blossoming flowers painting our way.

For if it must be so,

Let the seeds grow.

Let the seeds grow...."

I felt something wet on my face. Tears. Of course. My eyes opened and I realised what the song meant. We live for hope. We live to bring hope. Life is nothing. Nothing. Nothing unless we make something of it.

If we make hope...

My eyes fluttered close again and an uneasiness crept over me. I let it slip aside. I felt as if I was due to die. Maybe I was. If I did, it just gave more hope. More hope to the ones left.

U felt a stab directly over my heart. So I was right. My story ends right here, but my seeds are sown and are yet to grow.

"Let the seeds grow,

Let the seeds..." I sang as I died.

BONUS CHAPTER

Revival

As soon as the two girls left, I got up. I had wounds alright, but they wouldn't kill me. In fact, they can't. I can't die. Or be killed. I'm undefeatable. No one can kill me. No one can strike down Ice Angel.

"Think again," I heard a whisper in my ear.

I spun around and gasped. How? She died! Don't tell me...

"Yes," she smirked, "I am the same as you."

I grimaced and healed myself quick. My cuts disappeared in seconds. No vital organs wounded, not that it could kill me anyway.

"If you're the same prove it," I huffed, thinking of an escape plan.

"Well, I'm sure you'll know me instantly," she smirked, throwing back her hood.

"You?" I screamed.

"I thought you'd know me by my voice. How pitiful. You have no right to call yourself one of us," she scoffed.

I snarled,"You're not even pure."

"Well, Ice, goodbye for now. Just don't get in my way. Fire always beats Ice," she taunted.

The little piece of popadum. She really takes the piss, doesn't she? I swear down, if I see her again I'll bloody strangle her to death.

The girl. She will pay. She was the one after all. The one who put that horrible curse on me.

I guess it did do some good things though. Without that spell she cast, I would never become me. The Ice angel.

But my heart isn't really as cold as ice. I never liked the cold. Oh well, I need to disappear from public or they'll be after me. I wonder what side the girl is on. I know who I'm going to help.

I felt kinda guilty for Maha but really, Edward deserved what he got.

He was cheating on her and was actually part of the people who kept the hunger games running every year. That cannot be forgiven. It pass my judgement. The Ice Angel's judgement. No sin is left unforgiven.

Viva a la resistance.