“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch. “While you live, the revolution lives.”
Sons of the Big Three - Art by Viria
BACK INTO THE ARENA
Black for hunting through the night, for death and mourning the color’s white ,gold for a bride in her wedding gown .And red to call enchantment down. White silk when our bodies burn,blue banners when the lost return. Flame for the birth of a Nephilim, And to wash away our sins. Gray for knowledge best untold, bone for those who don’t grow old. Saffron lights the victory march, green will mend our broken hearts. Silver for the demon towers,and bronze to summon wicked powers.
Your power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger.
"I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you."
From the Treaty of the Treason: In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and a female between the ages of 12 to 18 at a public “Reaping”. These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol. And then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the death, until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games.
are my friends hydra?
are my parents hydra?
AM I HYDRA?????