The Apple & The Arrow|| Robin & Regina
The morning sunshine swept over the dense forest illuminating what it could and ushering in a new day. A day that no one wished to dawn for it was today that all eligible children had to report to the reaping for the 72nd Hunger Games. It’s a barbaric tradition upheld mainly because all of the non-career districts could not muster up a rebellion to put an end to the practice.
In a poorly constructed cabin an eighteen year old boy who had been practically surviving on his own since he was twelve was standing before his poor excuse for a mirror putting on the required bland clothing a piece at a time. His crystal blue eyes watching as each button was pushed through the hole up to his neck and when he was done he raked a hand through his short spiking blond hair.
He took a long last look at the cabin and made his way through the forest towards the small town. His name would be put into the drawing far too many times this year for he had no choice but to take from the stores. Not for himself for he could survive on his own but for others less fortunate than he. The elderly couple, the family of two little girls and their mum trying to get by without the father who had been killed in a lumber-jacking accident, and countless others. It was his last year perhaps he might be able to make it through, and continue to help people.
The children made the grave walk to the town square and waited in the lines to have their fingers pricked to check in, and then they filed into their lines waiting for the arrival of the speaker. The capitol propaganda film aired as the masses waited anxiously for what came next. They chose the girl first. A bright young thing that couldn’t have been more than twelve. She was absolutely terrified but managed to make it up to the stage by clutching her hands together tightly to keep her shaking down to a minimum.
They then turned to draw the name out of the large bowl of male candidates then returned to the mic opening the scrap of parchment paper. “Robin Locksley.” He closed his eyes briefly to clear his mind for it was better that he be selected than someone else’s brother or son for he had no one that would miss him. Robin made his way out of the crowd up to the stage feeling utterly numb inside as the speaker droned on about how they would have the honor of representing District 7 in the 72nd Annual Hunger Games. There was no honor to be found in this. Those that watched on from below saluted them out of respect and as a farewell.
“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”