Burning Gold-COMPLETE-

Cyanna Harlech and Jax Parka. The winners of the 67th Hunger Games are back. This year, they are thrown back into the Games, not to fight victors, but to fight better and stronger fighters. The only thing is; this year, it is undecided if everyone shall live or perish in The Arena. (Sequel to The 67th Hunger Games)

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"Ladies and gentlemen! Let The Annual 68th Hunger Games... Begin!" Claudius Templesmith's voice booms through my eardrums.

This is it. Thank you world.

The gong is rung and everyone dives into the water. I take a huge breath, since this might be my last, and dive in. I swim to the small platform, near the Cornuopia and I see Jax behind me. I grab her hand and pull her up, as Riam and Stark join us. We all grab our weapons, me with a bow and arrow, Jax with knives, Riam with a few spears and Stark with a sword.

"Let's go, before we get caught," Riam's feminine voice snaps me out of my thoughts of death.

"Okay! What way?" I ask, eager to move.

"Follow... Stark!" Jax chirps in and so we do. Stark runs ahead of our group, out of the sandy dunes, and into a green, mossy area. Like a jungle almost. He slows to a jog and we stop at a huge area with plenty of trees.

"Can you all climb?" Stark asks softly.

"Yes," I reply.

"Yes!" Jax repeats and Riam stays quiet for a moment until repeating what we said. I climb up first, helping up Riam and then Stark helps little Jax up.

"Well, everyone survived now!" I smile, meaning everyone in The Arena. Seven cannon booms are heard around.

"Wrong..." Jax mutters.

"But who? Are we all alive?" Asks Riam.

"I'm here, so is Cyanna, so is Jax and you. So yes," Remarks Stark.

"Good. Did anyone pick up a pack?" I ask.

"Yes, I did," Jax says, pulling one off her back and we all do too.

"Nice. We have food now," Riam smiles.

"Wait! Listen..." Stark puts his finger in the air and we hear about four pairs of footsteps coming closer and closer to our area.

"Because we are lucky it's night we'll share sleeping bags! Cyanna and Jax, me and Riam, quick, or we'll be seen,"

I grab my sleeping bag and slide into it with Jax, after I tie the knot around it securely. The footsteps get closer and closer, just as I stuff my head in. We stay quiet as mice, but the thing that makes me panic is an agonised scream and a cannon sound. The footsteps run off and I hear Cealie, Dearla, Harim and Caudral yelling each other's names as they run off for who knows what reason.

"Riam?! Stark?! Jax?!" I say as loud as I dare. Everyone pokes their heads out of the sleeping bags and a flush of relief fills me.

"I thought one of you died!" Riam whispers.

"Me too. Get some sleep," Stark replies, giving Riam a small kiss on her forehead and she slides back under the sleeping bag.

"Goodnight Stark," Jax yawns and says goodnight to me, before sliding in the bag.

"Goodnight Stark.." I yawn.

"Night. I'll wake you if something happens." I slide under the bag and just spot the fallen. The districts come up.

Both from 9 and 8. The girls from 11 and 12, and the boy from 6. I sigh and imagine their families mourning their deaths. I shut my eyes and fall into a deep slumber.

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