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ASDFGHJKL I have the next two POVs ready but I can't post it! Damn you internet! >:c

I'll just post it here because I'm dying to update.

Alluria Nexus (0)
I stare into the glittering lake as Julian (13) snores beside me. I’m positive that Yuri (0) is -A. He drowns people. Taylor (13) was drowned. Now, unless some other psycho likes drowning people, Yuri (0) ‘’has’’ to be -A.

I’m taking first watch. Julian (13) hesitated at first, but he let me take watch. I don’t know what that’s about. I guess he’s just a little distraught over the death of his District partner and ally.

I hug my knees and sigh. I never wanted to be in the Games. I probably wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my father. I wonder if the only person who cared about me, my sister, Electra, was watching me right now. Or if she’s even alive. I don’t know what’s happened to her after I told her to run away.

“You’ve got to win, Alluria,” someone says. Then I realize it’s in my head. Arunia, my other (dead) sister, was talking to me. It’s hard to explain. I’m technically Arunia Harrt, but I’m not Arunia. I’m Alluria Nexus.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice some tributes at the other side of the lake. I try to see who they are. I’ll be fine as long as they’re not Careers. It’s a boy and two girls. I can easily recognize the first girl, with her bright white hair: Artemis Moonsliver (12). I can’t tell who the others are, but it’s an alliance of three.

“Julian,” I whisper to wake my ally up. “Julian!”

Julian (13) moves and blinks. “What?” he whispers back.

I look at the other alliance and he follows my gaze. He understands that there’s another alliance near us. “Do we move out then?” he asks.

“No,” I say, with a plan slowly growing in my head. “This is the Hunger Games. We kill to survive. We should take them on. Who knows if they even have weapons like we do?”

Julian (13), hesitant at first, slowly agrees to my plan and gets his bow out. I reach for my flail.

“Let’s get going.”