Hunger Games Fanfics

The Fifth Flame

Chapter 2

The Fifth Flame

Chiara's p.o.v

I blinked several times, the blurry surroundings coming into focus. I hurt all over and all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I felt strangely calm, but I still was in pain. Memorizing the flowing patterns on the ceiling, I heard the door squeak open.

It sounded exactly like my doors at home. We aren't bothered to get it fixed. In fact, we like it. Me and my brother.

That's when it all came back to me. The stage. My name. Lucca's name. How small were the chances? Why? The new rule! I'm thankful there are still two survivors but that means, maybe, me and Lucca would have to fight....

I felt a hand on my arm. It felt warm and comforting.

"Healio," I heard someone chant.

I found myself able to move and I sat up to look at the person. She was so small and had a hood pulled low over her face.

"Hi," I smiled, "What's your name?"

She pulled her hood back and I saw her golden curls. They were beautiful and her eyes wandered to the floor. I could tell she was shy.

I looked around as I waited for an answer. This must be my parents room. I haven't ever been in here before. My parents always made sure we never went in there.

"I'm Aven," I heard her whisper, "I came here to deliver a message."

"Go on," I nodded, curious.

"You, Chiara Waters, are the fifth flame. The purple flame. The flame of eternal peace," she announced, in a louder voice, "I'm Aven Daffodil, the fourth flame. The yellow flame of eternal joy."

"Ummm," I stared at her, she must be loony, "What is a flame?"

"Releasio," I heard her chant and I was surrounded in a lilac glow. What was it? Whatever it was, it felt good. It felt like I had great power circling through my body.

I lifted into the air and trembled. What was it? What was happening to me?

I heard a voice as the world around me collapsed once again.

"Chiara!" the little girl shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"What?" my younger self asked, stricken.

"Where have you been?" she cried.

I smiled, "I went on holiday."

Then she threw her arms around me, sobbing harder.

The memory vanished and my face softened.

Oh. I get it now. Somehow. I just know what a flame is. I know. There are six of us. Well twelve really. Six girls, six boys, each have a counterpart.

A flame is a protector. I protect peace. It's what purple means. Peace. My purpose is to keep peace in the world. And I'm immortal until it's completely gone.

The room came back into sight and Aven stood smiling at me.

"Get it now?" she asked.

"Yeah," I muttered, shaken.

"By the way, I'm only seven!" she beamed, cutely.

I smiled back, her joy radiating throughout the room.

"Do you know any other flames?" I asked.

"No," she said bluntly, "Except for the white flame, Angel."

"Ice Angel?" I questioned shocked.

She nodded, "She's not that bad."

"Sure," I stuttered, unsure, "So... Wait! That means it doesn't matter if I die in the hunger games cause I won't! And wait, you're in it too!"

"Yeah, I'm scared though," she nibbled her lip.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine yeah?" I smiled.

She returned her massive beam, "Yeah!"