"we were the first."
"when people thought we won...
we had actually lost."
"and i lost a lot."
Cordelia Hadley, District 2, very lethal. She was put into the 65th annual Hunger Games, she was excited...
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|LAST FIGHT|
10 hours ago
"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE ARE THEY?" Cordelia hears a familiar woman yell. "Grandma?" Caspian whisper and she was thrown in their cell. "Fuck you!" Esther yells as the peacekeepers yell and Cordelia clears her throat. Esther turns around and her heart exploded. "'Delia, Caspian," she breathes out before hugging them.
"Mom," Cordelia whispers as tears filled her eyes. "Why are you here?" She asks as Caspian eagerly hugged his grandmother. "I was outside when they were bombing, I guess one of them recognized me and brought me here," Esther says as she kisses her dirty grandson. "How's my sister?" Caspian asks and Esther gives him a small smile.
"Safe, I'm sure, your uncle is the only one there to keep her safe," she says and Cordelia gives her a look. "What do you mean? Where's Finnick?" She asks and Esther scoffs. "He's there with her too, but if he couldn't protect you what made you think he'd protect her?"
"Don't be stupid, mother, of course, he'll protect her, better he keep her safer than he could with me. Wouldn't you think the same?" She asks her mother and she hums, not admitting she's right.
"Father," Esther says as she crosses her arms, "My daughter, I'm glad you are safe," he says and she rolls her eyes. "Whatever, is that all you had to say? Or is there something else?" She asks and he chuckles. Like mother like daughter, he remembers Cordelia giving him the same attitude not that long ago. "Our systems here in the Capitol has fallen. District 13 should be preparing to come and rescue you all," he says and Esther hums.
5 hours ago
"That is great news, dad, been here only 5 hours and I'm already tired of this place," she sneers and she looks around his office. "Do you not recognize these paintings? The patterns on the walls or the colors on the ceiling?" Snow asks and Esther turns around.
"Papa, when I'm older I want to become a designer, for homes!" 11-year-old Esther Snow, says with a bright smile on her face. "That's brilliant, darling, you can become anything you want to be, the people will love you nonetheless," he tells her and Esther smiles.
