The Divergent Games

Chapter Twelve: Katniss

A.N./: Another Katniss chapter, but Tris will be in it. And this one is very short. The picture is just for fun. So, enjoy, and remember to vote, comment, and share!! <3

 

Chapter Twelve: Katniss

After dinner, nothing else really happened. I won’t be seeing Gale for quite some time. The Dauntless-born have to stay in a place similar where the Transfers do. As my alarm clock buzzes, I get up and get ready to go to work. Peeta is still asleep when I go to the kitchen to grab something to eat and head out. I was assigned to train the Transfers with Four, thank god, because the last thing I want is to work with Eric.

I walk into the Center and everyone is already there. Four looks like he’s scaring the crap out of them so I make my way over. When I’m alongside Four, he’s wrapping up his little speech.

“…So the first level is Physical. Katniss, one of your trainers, will further explain.” He indicates for me to continue.

“Like Four said, we will begin with physical training. We will divide you into two sections. You guys,” I point to a section of kids, “Will go and begin warming up for fighting with Four. And you,” I point to some more kids,” come with me. We will begin Archery and knife throwing.” The group divided and my group of initiates followed me to the other side of the center. Bows and arrows are on one wall and knives were on the other. I take one of the bows, the one that I have had since I was a little girl. I hold it, nock one of the arrows in it, and take aim to one of the targets at least twenty yards away. I take a deep breath and shoot, and it hits the target dead in the center. A round of applause fills the air and I turn to the group.

“By the time you all are finished with the Physical initiation, you should be able to do that. Failure to do so may cost you a spot in this faction. So let’s begin.”

The group wasn’t that awful. They do need practice, but overall they were very good. Almost everyone has actually hit the target, and a few have actually hit the center. One girl caught my eye the most. She’s the last in the row of students shooting. Her blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail and she has hit the center 6 times in a row already.

“Where did you learn how to shoot like that?” I ask when I get to her.

“Actually, I don’t remember myself ever learning.” She looks at me. It’s her again. Tris. If this really is my daughter, I can test it. I remember teaching Prim at a very young age how to shoot an arrow. Even though she was only three, she had the aim of a trained professional.

“Tris is it?” I ask her. She nods. “This distance seems too easy for you. Would you mind going back to the next line?”

She steps back to the 10 yard line and shoots an arrow that goes in the center. I tell her to go to the next one, 15 yards, and another arrow flies through the center. She goes to the next line, and the next arrow does the same as the last. She goes to the last line, 25 yards, which is approximately the distance I shot from earlier. She takes a deep breath and shoots.

It hits the center.

Everyone else shooting an arrow has stopped. They were now staring at the blonde haired girl with a dozen arrows sticking out from the red dot in the middle of her target. Everyone is shocked, including me. No one said anything for a while. I broke the silence by quickly clearing my throat. All heads looked at me again and I tried to break the awkwardness.

“Um… okay. I... uh... think that’s enough Archery for now. Let’s begin with knife-throwing.”