CAROLINE'S POV
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The morning of the War Games, my mind goes back and forth, and I lay wide awake at four in the morning. The stars still shimmer outside, the moon glowing with its last few hours, so perfectly bright, lighting up even the darkest of corners. It seems to glow differently tonight, as if the Moon Goddess knows what's going to happen today. I shake the thought from my head, a short strand of hair falling over my forehead. She's too busy to care what's going on around here, and why should she care? Whoever isn't cut out for being an Elite warrior should suffer.
We haven't survived this long by being weak. 'This isn't resting.' Clara growls sleepily, and I hastily put the mental block in place to her give some peace from my scrambling thoughts. She promised to take care of me
