The Braves - Chapter 1.
Today is a very special day.
It’s @titaniasfics birthday.
Everybody knows what she did for the fandom, how she helped, beta-ed, encouraged so many of us, how she believed in us, every single day.
So today, please, let’s join into celebrating her.
My dear C, here is for you … the WW2 story I told you about.
@akai-echo just surpassed herself with the banner (it’s so perfect !!!) and @dandelion-sunset did the beta-ing part :)
Un très joyeux anniversaire !!!
“God not only plays dice, he also sometimes throws the dice where they cannot be seen.” Stephen Hawkings.
April 1942, Panem, France.
Rain was falling heavily on the trees, clicking on the roofs, echoing in the streets of the town, soaking the man’s shirt.
But he couldn’t move.
One single move, and the sentinel standing closeby would undoubtedly see him.
He just couldn’t get caught.
There were barely two hundred meters left to reach Peeta’s house, to get to the safety of his home. Two hundred meters, but they were always the longest and most dangerous.