Solstice thought xe wanted the games. Wanted to go to the arena, wanted to win. He wasint ready though. She knew that. They knew that e would bide its time training. The year she turned 17 was when he wanted to be ready. However, she was 12. Not ready. There was no way she was called now, right? One slip, in thousands. Theoretically good odds. That’s what she said as fae was standing in the crowd of 12 year olds. The first name was called. Someone fae didn’t know. Second name was called. “Solstice shadowraven” Hushed whispers fell over the crowd. “Her?” “Isint he the one obsessed with the games?” “Xir only twelve….” “Faer?” And most suprised of all, was solstice shadowraven herself. It wasint supposed to happen yet. They needed more traning. But this was their moment. Oh how cruel fate can be. He hopped onto the stage, standing there as the other tributes were called. It all felt surreal, their dream happening, but way, way too early. She was going to die. He was going to be one of the tributes who fell. But no, it wasint going to be. Xe /couldn't/ be. She was going to train hard during the time fae would be given, and xe were going to win.
