The Spear and the Club (A Marvel and Glimmer love Story)

"Give it back!" the little 5 year old girl with the blonde braids shouted. "Try and get it!" yelled the boy with the curly brown hair. The girl crossed her arms and pouted her lips. Her eyes welled up with tears but she didn't let them fall. Then all of a sudden, she turned around and bolted, calling back "I'm telling my mom!". The boy snickered with his friends. Then smiled and yelled "Fine, we'll give it back!". The girl stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. She hesitantly took a step forward then came charging at them at full speed. She stopped right in front of the boy and held out her hands for the object.

"Why is it so important to you? It's just a stupid box." said the boy with the brown hair before handing it off to her. "It's not just a stupid box!" she screamed, "it's really important, President Snow gave it to me!". The boy glanced at his friends, something from President Snow wasn't supposed to be taken lightly. "What's in it?" he asked curiously. "I don't know." she replied.

The boys crowded around her as she slowly opened the lid. A single white rose rested on a thick bed of velvet. And under the rose, a note. "Hey, what's that?" the boy then pointed to something glinting under the velvet. When he pulled it out, he realized it was a green gem tied to a beautiful silver chain. The boy plucked out the note from beneath the rose."Hey that's mine!" the girl yelled angrily, tears threatening to fall down her delicate face. "Relax, I'm just going to read it," he told her. "Ok." she said quietly. And three words came put of his mouth as he read the note. "I'm very sorry."

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Marvel's P.O.V.

Living in District 1 I got everything I wanted. I was never really told no. The only thing I didn't get to pick was who got picked to participate in the Hunger Games each year. I never thought that I would get picked so I didn't pay much attention to it. At the Reapings, I would keep quiet like everyone else. When the Hunger Games were going on, I just whispered quietly to my friends while others watched.

One day, when I was 13, one of my friends got picked to be in the Hunger Games. I was really surprised and I realized that this Hunger Games thing was more serious than I thought and that one day, I might really be picked. My friend's name was in there only once but he got picked so why wouldn't I? The day of the Hunger Games was horrible because my friend, Ethan, was killed.

Our small group of friends didn't really train like the Careers should, we didn't plan on volunteering, normally the people who did train just volunteered for the people that were reaped, or picked. Guess no one wanted to volunteer for the poor guy who was my friend.

The day after the Hunger Games, I went to Gloss, a previous victor of the Games and asked him to help me train. He gave me a smile and said yes. That day we started training vigorously, building my muscles, working on finding the right weapon for me, and getting into shape. the day after that, Gloss took me outside. And that's where I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Glimmer's P.O.V.

That day there was something special, and I knew it. And sure enough, Cashmere introduced me to a new boy named Marvel. He was just a typical boy, average height, curly brown hair, brown eyes. I smiled and tried to be friendly. I think he was just nervous with this whole training thing so I didn't want to scare him. But I remembered him very well from a childhood memory.

Marvel's P.O.V.

Glimmer was beautiful. The way the sun glinted off of her shining blonde hair, the way her emerald eyes shone like jewels, the way her delicate face reminded people of a rose. And suddenly I was swept back into a memory of us together as 5 year olds, reading a note sent from President Snow, not realizing what it meant.

I quickly walked up to Glimmer after a long, hard day of work. "I'm really sorry about that one day when we were kids." I said. "It's okay, we were 5, you didn't know." She said understandingly. The day after the note, we had heard that Glimmer's mom had died in an accident. That was the reason Glimmer had burst out crying after he read the note and then grabbed the necklace and clutched it so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Maybe we can be friends and training partners since that was our childhood. No more teasing too!" I said. "Well maybe a little teasing." Glimmer said with a smile. I smiled back. "Then tomorrow we can tell Cashmere and Gloss that we want to work together?" I asked. And Glimmer's reply made me the happiest person alive, because she said "Definitely."