ATHENA GREY, WAS FOURTEEN WHEN SHE WON HER GAMES..
'FOURTEEN? IS SHE DANGEROUS?'
EXTREMELY..SHE RAN INTO THE CORNUCOPIA AND TOOK OUT TEN TRIBUTES..ON HER OWN..
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dan·ger·ous
adjective
1. full of danger or risk; causing danger; peril...
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"ALLIES..."
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Last night had been rough, nightmares and flashbacks of my games plagued me for hours on end. I could still hear the screams of the children that I had slaughtered all those years ago. It had been years ago, I kept on telling myself. That it was in the past, but it still feels like it was just yesterday. It felt like the wound was still fresh. That all of those years of healing and hard work, gone.
Picking at the plate in front of me, I looked at the food in a slight disgust. Overly sweet syrup with a sad little pancake, drowning in all of that sugar. By no means was I a 'healthy' person, I did enjoy bingeing anything and everything sugary. But, it didn't look good now. Perhaps, it had to do with the fact that I was in the Capitol for an entirely different reason this year.
"Athena, darling. Why don't you eat more? You'll need the strength for training." Celia asked, eating a slice of her pancakes.
Poking at my pancakes, it felt like no matter how hungry I was, my stomach would be able to hold down much food. Eyeing the tray of assorted fruits, I know Celia was right. I needed to eat. I had to eat something. I should take an apple, for when I am actually hungry later on.
"I want to, but I can't. I need to limit what I eat so that I'm prepared for the arena, I can't depend on constant meals. Besides, I don't think that I'll be able to hold much down. Nerves are making it hard." I explain, inspecting the apple in my hand.
"What do you suggest we do in training?" Klaus asked, eating a bowl of oatmeal.
"The other tributes will have seen our games, so I suggest we focus on our strengths. Spears for you and knife throwing for me. If they have a whip for me then that too. We also should focus on our weaknesses, hesitation and⎯and the sight of blood. We should also try to make allies." I list off, taking a bite of the apple.
"Why our weaknesses?" He asked, making me wonder how he won his games all those years ago.
"So that they can't use it to their advantage. For instance, Gloss struggles to throw knives with his left hand. It's not a hundred percent noticeable, but it shows that his right hand is more dominant. That is a weakness that we can use to our advantage. If you encounter him in the Games, you know now to target that hand making him weak and easier to kill." I explained, picking at a raspberry.
Looking back up at the table, I found everyone staring at me with slack jaws, with the exception of the Avoxes. Fuck. I should have worded that differently. Opening my mouth to protest, I shut my mouth as I struggle to pick the right words to say. If I said the wrong thing, it would look like I was obsessed with him. I just noticed those details when we hung out with other Mentor's. He was always fidgeting with something in his right hand.
"I'm not obsessed with him, just very observant." I said, dismissing their looks.
"Great⎯Anyways, now I can see why your name is Athena. So wise." Milama said, picking at her nails.
