Oct 5, 2015
DystopianyParidise|cary-onmywaywardson
@cary-onmywaywardson
River listened, standing in line amongst the many who could be chosen; afraid but she was ready-like every year. Ready to hear someone else sent to their death...waiting to hear her name.
Please, please, please-not.
"River Xavrill!"
The pit in her stomach, that was waiting to be relieved...dropped even further. The escorts walked to the row she was on, and she just...couldn't move...even when they grabbed her and practically dragged her to that stage.