A New Life [Rade VT]
Apr 21, 2015 23:33:56 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Apr 21, 2015 23:33:56 GMT -5
Orion Hammerfell
It doesn't seem real when I think about how much time has truly gone by since his cannon sounded. Since his face flashed through the sky. Since his body returned home. One of the axes he wielded duct taped to his body. I don't quite understand why he'd do that. Still I took the axe from his body and now I keep it at home. As a grim reminder of what the Capitol took from me. A brother. He may have lost his way for a number of years, but he was still my brother. You don't break a bond between blood. He so much desired the fame and glory that came with winning the games. So confident. So strong. All of that didn't matter in the cold. All of that clothing restricted his frightening speed and unmatched power. Even so my brother and his allies performed beyond expectations. Getting everyone to the top ten. The eventual victor and five others ran into his alliance. Even one as strong as Mason could not overcome the numbers. How could he with the cold weather, clothing, and multiple people swiping at him. There's no doubt in my mind that he could have climbed to safety.
But he didn't.
He chose to die.
Which is what I don't get at all. Its not like him to turn down a fight that much is true, but he could have recovered. Stayed on top the pillar and kill anyone. Instead he chose a path that led to his death. His concern must have been with how he'd look in front of everyone. A strong warrior to the death. He'd rather die than be branded a coward. How could he do otherwise considering the eleven he got. My brother was never one to hold back. Katelyn Persimmon. Victor from District Eleven. I should be bitter. I should be enraged at the fact her victory means my brother dead. Only I can't bring myself to hate someone who didn't have a hand in his death. Nearly everyone had a hand in killing except her. Why? Only she can tell me. Silly as it might be, I want to find out just what kept her from joining in the mass attack on him.
I watch as she's standing on the stage on the district square, and it takes all I have to listen to her talk. The same speech over and over only with a few changes. A few differences. The names. The people. Everything changes rapidly. Year after year, but this time I'm standing where many families have stood before, and I know his image is behind me watching me, and I have to be strong because it's what he would want, yet it takes a lot of effort. Once her speech concludes, I stand there staring. Maybe she'll talk to me. Maybe I should just go talk to her. Maybe I should forget it and go away, but the question still rests heavily on my mind. I wait for a moment allowing everyone to leave before making my way towards her. Hopefully she doesn't leave. Hopefully nobody makes her leave because this is very important to me. More important than anyone could ever imagine. "A word please if you have the time."