Elora Clarke was the smell of salt water and ever glowing rose tinged skin from one moment too long spent in the sun. She was blooming flowers on a spring evening and that gentle caress of the breeze that you welcome on a warm summer day. She was bright white teeth and loud laughter and joy and gentle touches. Elora Clarke was the scream of terror that escapes children's mouths every morning of the reaping. She was the monster that hid under the bed. She was fangs dripping with blood and knives plunging into chests and begs of mercy that fall on deaf ears. Elora Clarke was the victor of the 72nd annual hunger games.
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Scars of Kings • Cato Hadley
Fanfiction"if you were born with weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise" cato hadley x oc soulmate au