Blight's POV
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"RUN!" She yells. I turn away just before a girl swings her mace at her. Running. Just keep running. We run for hours.
I grab onto his hand, and pull him into the cover of the forest with me. I've rarely seen a picture of him, but I memorized his face by heart. Red hair, green sparkling eyes. Those eyes. The ones that hold so many secrets.
He was everything to her. I have to keep him safe.

"Blight," he says, "My nephew, I love you."

Then a spear runs him through from behind and he crumples to the ground. It was him. The murderer. With his ash-gray hair and killer eyes. "Now it's your turn." He tackles me and everything goes black.

I wake up screaming. I'm drenched in my own sweat. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to catch my breath. It's the same recurring nightmare, over and over again. Maybe I shouldn't have watched Mom's Games so much.

The door slides open and she dashes through. "Again?" She asks me. I nod. She sits on the edge of the bed, stroking my hand. It's too dark to be sure, but I think a few tears are running down her cheek. We sit like this for a while.

"Are you going to leave?" I peep.

"Never."