Bringing fan fictions to you about:

Shadowhunters
Demigods 
Tributes
Wizards
Initiates

Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

I am selfish, I am brave.

Strange world isn't it? 
The strangest.

Seaweed Brain.

How's your fandom doing? 
Oh you know a little dark, a little gloomy and hey! Full of dead people.
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Still not sure about me? Here:

My knife ripped through the large chest and 9 staggered and fell to the ground. 
He gripped the place the knife had slashed and he yelled in frustration. He took the sword that lay on the ground and ran to me in a desperate jog. 
He made a swipe for my neck but I dodged skilfully in the other direction. I skidded on the toxic grass and got up before I took a whiff of the fumes.
And then I saw it. My axe, it lay just before the broad-chested tribute.
Relief washed through me and then rage at my foolishness. How could I have let it get out of my reach like that? 
It didn't matter. I had to get my axe and put a dent in 9's head; I couldn't lose the games.