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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 1:54 am
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I should have volunteered to go in his place. The thought plagued Gale as it always did. If he had taken Peeta’s place and gone with Katniss, then things would have been different. Everything would have been different. Maybe she would have looked at him the way she did Peeta.
But no, he had stayed behind to protect her family—Prim and her mother. He had stayed to take care of them. He remembered her words to him as they were taken from each other. Don’t let them starve.
He hadn’t. But he had watched as she starved, as she was burned, as she was close to death and there had been nothing that he could do about any of it. He’d had to watch it all helpless, the bitter seed in his chest growing and taking root. It had become a living thing all it’s own, possessing all of his hatred toward the Capitol and Snow.
Snow was who made this happen, Snow was who did this to them. Snow was the one that made the Districts fight against each other instead of joining together. Because it was better to keep them divided, better to keep them hating each other for killing each other’s foals. Because that’s what he wanted, he wanted them to hate each other so much that they wouldn’t ever think of being allies. And it had worked, for seventy-five long years.
When the Games had come and Prim had been reaped, he’d seen it happen so fast and so slow at the same time. He knew when he heard her name that Katniss would volunteer, and he was powerless to stop her. You’ve only got one ticket, little duck.
But one had been enough. Katniss had screamed, she’d volunteered for her sister and he knew that it might be the last time he ever saw her. He pulled Prim away from her, and their eyes had met just briefly.
They should have ran away together before now. Him and her, their siblings and mothers. They should have ran when there was still time.
When they’d said they’re goodbyes, he’d said it so many times in his head. He’d not wanted to tell her this way, but it was better than never telling her at all, wasn’t it?
When it came time though, they dragged him from her and all he had time to say was, “Remember.”
Remember, as if she could even know what that meant. Remember how I found you? Remember how you saved me from a life full of hate? Remember how we hunted together so our families wouldn’t starve? Do you remember how each little thing I did was because I loved you? Because I’ve always loved you?
But how could she know, he’d never said. And now it was too late.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 10:43 pm
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The Games had started and he’d listened to it all in silent horror. But that was the point wasn’t it? These Games were meant to keep them from uniting, from becoming allies that might actually strike at the Capitol.
That’s what she’d showed him in the Arena with her refusal to kill Rue. Would he have done it? She was a foal, but still it was kill or be killed that was how you played the Game. He didn’t want to admit that he would have done it, but the truth lay bare before him like an open wound.
But Katniss had seen it. She had decided not to play by their rules. He watched as the days went by and what little flesh she had on her bones fell away though she ate in the Arena better than others.
There he watched her sing, just like Peeta said about her father. Even the mockingjays had stopped to listen. The song was soft, sweet something that he’d heard his mother sing to him, his brothers, and Posey in turn when they were fretful or sick. It was the promise of a good tomorrow, when in reality there were no promises in life. At least, no in District 12.
Or even District 11. Rue lay there breathing so shallowly that it might have been easy to think she was falling asleep to the words Katniss sang. But she wasn’t, she was being sung to death.
He watched it all, his heart swelling in bitter hate. He felt his claws curl ready to unless his fury against the guards they called Peacekeepers. Enough was enough, but Katniss shamed him, she shamed them all with her next action.
Round about her she laid flowers, decorated the foal’s body with beauty and dignity and as one final act of respect, she gave the simple salute. Three claws raised. A sign of honor, a sign of respect, a sign of love.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 10:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 10:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 11:09 pm
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2019 10:41 pm
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2019 10:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 8:28 pm
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The meadow was supposed to be mean safety, and it was in a way. No one followed them out there. They had left them to die, to starve. But Gale, his family, his whole distract, they were use to surviving when they should just be starving. After all it's what they'd done their entire lives.
Of course, most of the herd didn't know how to hunt so he had had to teach the ones that were able to get enough to feed the herd. The meat that stretched far too thin through the group was watered down with wild oats, arrowhead, and various other things to try to give some subsistence to the food and make it stretch.
That was the worst part, they had to stretch it so far but compared to how many faces were missing....it wasn't sobering. There was less than one tenth of their herd left. The rest....
His mouth filled with bile and the food he had eaten tasted like ash in his stomach. That's what was left of his herd--ash. He had no idea what had happened to Katniss or the others. But he had to take care of her family, he had no choice but to go on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 8:49 pm
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