#games.day4

as the third parachute floated down, ember stared it down incredulously. really? there were that many people who wanted to send him gifts? that concept was hard for him to wrap his head around, but as the new capsule landed near him, he smiled.

ember would have been content with just the backpack. knowing that someone, anyone was rooting for him and hoping that he would make it out of the arena alive was the encouragement he needed to remember what he was capable of. 

and then another parachute came.

his eyes floated up to the sky again, this time with a sort of confidence that he didn’t have before. this time, he knew that was whatever in that capsule was something meant for him, and the thought made him grin from ear to ear.

ember had seen tributes receive gifts before on his television. it seemed weird to now, all of a sudden, be in the middle of it, a parachute floating down to him as he stared up at the sky. there was a part of him that thought it was a trap, that no one would want to send a gift to him, but he had to let himself believe that there was someone who wanted him to win.

if not, how was he going to make it through the next however long the games ended up taking?

so, when the parachute finally landed on the ground, he approached it cautiously, not wanting to regret his blind faith in the very people that created the games in the first place.

however, once he unattached the parachute and opened the capsule, he found the gift and the note inside and greeted both with a smile. the note from dorian was enough to fill him once again with the lust for victory that he had when he volunteered. if he was going to win, he was going to do it the right way.