THE RAGE SETTLED enough for Aella to remember exactly what it was that she'd done. She crashed back on to Earth with such extreme anxiety it forced her spiralling into a panic attack. Her impulsive actions caught up to her and they sat heavily on her shoulders, weighing her down in a way she never imagined them to. It was no secret that she had trouble suppressing her anger, her fiery temper only seemed to ignite whenever President Snow was involved. She was otherwise quite placid but that man always found a way to drive her to the edge of insanity and then push her off when she was least expecting it.

Both Clio and Daniel were at a total loss for words when she came crashing into the apartment and collapsed against door, face as white as a sheet. Her knees shook as she clawed at the tight jacket suffocating her body and with panicked breaths she pulled at it until it was forgotten on the floor somewhere. The way her body heated up and sweated was uncomfortable, as was the way her stomach ripped apart in dread.

She stumbled through the apartment while Clio called after her in evident worry until she fell through the door to the bathroom and vomited heavily. Her fingers gripped the ceramic tightly as she retched and retched until there was nothing left inside for her to bring up. That was when the inability to breathe started and her panic attack triggered.

All she could picture in her head was those damn white roses at the doorway. The smell was so far up her nose she thought she was choking on it. She'd never swam so far down into her rage before but the second she saw the flowers the bodies of her family flashed before her eyes, their corpses littered in roses as if it was some kind of sick sacrifice.

She couldn't get the image out of her mind. Couldn't get rid of the scent of roses. She couldn't stop the paralysing fear that drowned her as she realised what it was that she'd done.

It took two full cycles of the Districts before she was even able to talk without a sob interrupting her but even then she curled herself into a tight ball against the wall and sat there for a whole hour. Clio never once left her side. She sat on the closed lid of the toilet to be close and begged Aella to talk to her about what it was that brought on such a violent panic attack. Daniel came and went. He brought several glasses of cool water that he had to lift to her lips and force her to drink. Other times he would bring a cool cloth and press it to either her sweaty forehead or the back of her neck.

She slipped into a postictal state that lasted over an hour and neither of them knew what to do. All they could do was comfort her as she shook and rocked back and forth gently until Clio stopped her by sitting on the floor with her. She pulled her into a warm embrace and soothed her like her mother used to when she was young.

She held in much longer than what Clio thought she would've but she knew it was inevitable. The Capitol and the Games combined ignited both fear and anger to rage inside Aella—her two deepest triggers and it was only a matter of time before it happened but she never expected it to be so bad. Whatever had happened had very clearly gotten to her and it had frightened her enough to force her into such a state.

When the door to their apartment closed and the loud voices of merry stylists and designers echoed out it was Daniel who eventually had to excuse himself to distract them. They had all forgotten about the broadcasting of the individual assessment scores that was set to go live in just under an hour. That would be followed by the Tributes Dinner, a special and extravagant dinner party that was held for the tributes only—no escorts, no mentors, no Gamemakers. It was a time for the tributes to mingle outside of the training centre and decide upon their allies.

Daniel did a relatively good job of hosting despite his obvious discomfort while Clio pushed Aella into a cold shower, eventually fetching her back from her postictal state. The older woman sat her on the toilet and wiped the mascara stains away from around her eyes and she brought her a set of clothes to change into, towel drying her hair for the time being until Flax got his hands on it later on. It took some doing but after a half hour, Aella recovered enough to meet Clio's worried eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered hoarsely, voice raw from sobbing.

Clio shook her head dismissively hearing her words and looked at her softly, "You need never thank me Aella," She responded, "I do it because I love you."

They shared a warming embrace before leaving the comfort of the bathroom and Flax, Cayenne and Palex gushed over Aella the second they saw her. She tried to force a smile for them all but it never met her eyes. She still felt numb inside, still let a small semblance of panic grip her.

They all gathered on the sofas together, Daniel and Clio next to Aella, the latter of which offered her a glass of whiskey with a soft smile which she accepted gratefully. Her prep team sat next to Clio while Drew's sat between him and Daniel. They waited for the broadcast to start, the show beat to Caesar's show playing before he appeared on their screens with Claudius Templesmith.

Behind them on a board displayed the official odds that were ever changing. Aella hated it, always had from the very moment she'd seen her name at the very bottom in her first Games. A hundred to one—they had been the odds of her to win. She made four people obscenely rich when she emerged as Victor; Clio, Sal, her father and Haymitch Abernathy. The latter had placed his money on her because he 'loved an underdog'.

Her eyes ran over the board as Caesar and Claudius explained it. She didn't look for herself, didn't search for her odds to win. Instead, her eyes focused on the countdown at the top that ticked away second by second.

One day, seventeen hours, three minutes and forty-nine seconds until The Games began. Forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six...

"Five to one!" Flax exclaimed as he looked at Aella, "They are excellent odds."

Aella couldn't even look at him. She merely sipped from her drink. Clio nodded in agreement with Flax but she didn't say anything. Cayenne and Flax dived into a conversation about how Aella was the fourth favourite to win she scrutinised the board and the odds of the other tributes. She hated that she was even bothered by it but in a game where she was against twenty-three highly skilled people it made her wonder where she ranked against them.

Cashmere sat at a seven-to-one and Gloss was a five-to-one with Aella but he wasn't anywhere near the top of the list for favourite to win.

That was the most confusing part of it all. The odds only had so much to do with the ranking of the tributes. It was odds, skill, how favourable you were in the Capitol and then finally individual assessment scores that determined who would sit where on the board. Aella knew that the ranking list she was currently looking at would change at least several times before the end of the night.

But she continued to look. Finnick pipped her by a four-to-one and she imagined he was sitting with a smug grin on his face at the thought that he'd managed to beat her. He was also third favourite to win which rubbed salt further into Aella's wounds. Mags, the Morphlings and Wiress had the worst odds and it pained Aella to see Mags sitting at a forty-to-one. Johanna was an eight-to-one and Katniss tied with Aella also at a five-to-one.

Finnick had the best odds to win but Katniss was the favourite.

"So with just under day until the Games start I wonder how much this board will change over the coming hours." Caesar said in excitement, his voice finally sounding over the roaring in Aella's head, "I expect we'll see some drastic changes over the next coming hours as we find out the training scores of our tributes."

"Yes, that's right, Caesar." Claudius smiled. His bright yellow hair was a total eyesore for everyone who was watching and Aella grimaced at the curled wig, "Our tributes have been training harder than we've ever seen before so strap yourselves in ladies and gentlemen because we except these to be some pretty high scores."

Caesar nodded and said, "As you know the tributes are rated on a scale of one to twelve after three days of careful evaluation. The Gamekeepers have been keeping a watchful eye over the tributes during their training sessions and then combine what they produce in the sessions with that of what they present in their individual assessment."

Claudius nodded as he continued. He explained the way the individual assessment worked but Aella found herself tuning out to it. She couldn't focus for the way her heart pounded so ferociously in her chest. She felt as though she was about to faint at any second and she cracked her fingers against the cool glass she held in her hand. Clio placed a gentle hand on her arm in comfort.

"The scores are in ladies and gentlemen," Caesar said as he rubbed his hands in excitement, "Here we go!"

Claudius shared an excited look with Caesar and grinned, "Oh I love this part!" He said before he took the cards in his hands and with a beaming smile said, "From District One, Gloss, a ten."

Caesar smiled and went next, "From District One, Cashmere with a ten." He said before gushing, "What a fabulous start!"

Soft chatter from she and Drew's stylist teams echoed in the apartment as they discussed the scores.

"Yes, I expect the sibling duo will be happy with those scores." Claudius agreed but Aella knew differently. The sibling duo would not be happy with two tens. Claudius changed the cards in his hand and said, "From District Two, Brutus..." He exhaled in an impressive nature, his cheeks puffing out as he did so. A wide grin stretched across his thin lips as he said, "An impressive eleven."

Aella's stomach flipped as the designers in the room gasped and gushed. She took a large gulp of her drink, finishing it in seconds. Daniel took the empty glass from her hands wordlessly and rose to walk over to the small bar. He poured another for them both before venturing back over to the sofa and sat down beside her, handing it over silently, just as they started to announce Enobaria's score.

"From District Two, Enobaria with a score of ten." Caesar said.

She exhaled deeply and tucked her legs underneath her in a criss-cross position to stop them from shaking. One arm crossed over her stomach and she held her glass of whiskey close to her face, nursing it with weary eyes.

"From District Three, Beetee Latier with a score of seven."

"Jesus." Aella muttered under her breath. If the smartest of them all combined—a man who had singlehandedly designed the Capitol's defence system, who no doubt had some involvement in the design of the Tribute Centre and the new arena—could only score a seven what hope did she have? None. Especially after that performance she'd displayed.

Wiress scored even worse—but not the worst in history, no that was Aella's score in her first Games—and there wasn't much commentary between Caesar and Claudius following the scores from the tributes of District Three. It was obvious they weren't that impressed by them, nor did they care much for the older tributes who won by using their brain and not brute force and violence.

Before Aella knew it, they were moving swiftly on to District Four and the two hosts grinned at each other wildly in anticipation. They knew whose score Claudius held in his hand and they seemed intent on dragging out for as long as they could.

Aella leaned forward and she placed her drink on the table in front of her. She clasped her hand together tightly, resting them on the pillow in her lap. She watched the television intensely, eager to hear Finnick's score. She imagined he showed his proficiency with a trident in his individual assessment, it was after all known to be his signature weapon. She wondered if he was as nervous to hear his score as she was, stomach doing backflips, heart beating erratically and all.

"Ah, here we go," Claudius said, "From District Four, Finnick Odair," Aella could practically hear the Capitol women screaming, picture them fighting to the front of the television at the sheer mention of his name. Even Cayenne was looking at the television with heart eyes, "He's the third favourite of the Captiol to win with the best odds. He scores an eleven."

Aella ran her hands over her face and threaded her fingers into her hair, holding her head for a few short seconds. Clio placed her hand on her back and she rubbed it slowly hoping she could at least provide some comfort to her. She was still quite fragile after her panic attack and the last thing Clio wanted is for her to have a second one.

"Breathe, Aella." She whispered to her quietly.

The young woman nodded, clasping her hands around the back of her neck and sitting back as they read Mags' score. It's worse than Wiress'.

"District Five," Claudius sang, "Drew Lopez with a score of seven."

Aella exhaled sharply hearing the number. The way silence seeped through the room made it clear no one expected it. They were all frozen, unsure of what to say to make it better though they knew his score was partially down to his character and not what he was good at. His skills with were spear are good, Aella would give him that, better than the seven he was  awarded though he was a deeply hated man by so many. She couldn't help but wonder if that had anything to do with it.

A sudden fit of laughter echoed through the room and everyone turned to look at Aella as she held her hands over her mouth. Hysteria overwhelmed her and her laughter was completely anxiety induced but she couldn't stop it.

"I'm sorry," She said through her laughter and when she thought she was done she started again, "I'm so sorry, oh god."

Drew however scowled at her, eyes narrowed deeply and he snapped, "You've got to be taking the piss."

She shook her head and stopped, "I'm not," She said before humming and saying, "actually, I am but karma is such a bitch."

Ready to snap, Drew's hand formed a fist as he sat on the edge of the sofa. Daniel was glad that there was distance between the two of them because if there hadn't been he was sure Drew would've pounced on the young woman beside him.

A wicked insult was about to spill from Drew's lips but before anyone could hear it Clio sat forward and shushed them all loudly while saying, "It's Aella's turn."

Drew had no choice but to sink back into his seat and he stayed silent, watching the screen with a harsh glare on his face.

"From District Five, Aella Barnes," Caesar said with an ear-splitting grin. He flipped the cards in his hand and Aella's throat bobbed. She thought for a second she was about to vomit again and she held her hands to her lips in a prayer position.

"What a firecracker!" Claudius interrupted, "My favourite!

Caesar nodded, "One of mine, also. Panem's Golden Girl with impressive odds may I add. She captured our hearts the moment we met her all those years ago and hasn't let go since."

She supposed she should've felt something hearing their words but she didn't. She was completely numb. Instead she pleaded for them to stop talking and to just spit it out. She couldn't bare the agonising wait much longer and one floor down neither could Finnick. He paced back and forth behind the sofa, eyes locked on the screen desperate to hear her score.

Aella swallowed deeply as both Clio and Daniel wrapped their arms around her supportively.

"She scores.." Caesars eyes widened as he looked at the card and Aella couldn't anticipate if it was good or bad for her, "Wow, oh, wow.. for the first time in the history of the Hunger Games, a twelve out of twelve."

Aella couldn't focus for the buzz that echoed in her head. Clio shook her shoulders wildly before she jumped up in front of her. Aella thought her escort might've been screaming but she couldn't hear over the ringing of her ears. She saw out of her peripheral vision as she hugged Flax, Cayenne and Palex tightly. They jumped for joy together. Even Drew's prep team had joined in on the celebration.

Daniel was sat at her side telling her that everything had worked out in the end with a bright smile on his face but all Aella could feel was pure dread pulling her down, deep down, into the swirling abyss.

It was a target on her back. It was done with intent. It wasn't a good thing. It wasn't something to celebrate.

How had she gone from the first to ever receive the lowest score six years ago to the first to receive the highest score in the entire seventy-five year history of the Games?

Amidst all the chaos in the apartment and the joyful toasts that were occurring around her she turned to Daniel. Her pale face haunted him and he wouldn't ever forget the fear that filled her eyes. His back straightened,  the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

"Aella?" He asked her quietly.

She only shook her head and whispered, "I fucked up."

•   •   •

It took everything Aella had left inside her to not succumb to another panic attack. She sank three more glasses of whiskey while she sat for Cayenne and Flax so they could pamper her for the Tributes Dinner that night. She didn't even want to go but she knew she had to. There was no way she could get out of it, she'd tried to think of every possible excuse but not a single one of them was plausible. She felt numb inside and her fingers were yet to cease trembling as nausea continued to coil through her stomach.

She wasn't sure she had enough energy to act like the person she portrayed herself to be in front of Panem. She just wanted to sit in her room and stare out of her floor to ceiling window at the landscape of Panem in her pyjamas and a bottle of whiskey. She just wanted to be her.

She tried to occupy her mind in any way possible but nothing worked. Not even diving in her wild and crazy mind and rifting through some of her best memories worked. Her thoughts and suspicions drove her almost to the point of insanity—it was a target awarded personally by President Snow. There was no doubt he'd of heard of what she'd displayed. It wasn't to recognise her talent, no, it was for the Careers to spearhead for her when that starting cannon sounded.

She downed her fourth whiskey in one as her knee bounced up and down in rapid succession. She could barely take the nervous feeling in her stomach any more. Flax chuckled as he fixed her hair into a ponytail and jokingly told her to slow down but Aella couldn't even crack him a smile. Instead, Clio walked over took the glass out of her hands and placed it on the dresser at the other end of the room. She and Aella both knew that she had to walk into that dinner with a clear head and straight strides but the stinging alcohol was the only thing that helped to calm her down.

"You need to keep a clear mind, Aella." Clio said to her in a lighthearted tone but Aella could hear the warning behind it, "We can't have you getting drunk before you get there."

She was able to nod and produce a convincing smile before she focused on Cayenne who was finishing up her makeup. It was heavy on her face but it covered her unusually pale complexion. The stylist had gone for a cat-eye look with kohl eyeliner again and smoked it out heavily. Her waterline was painted black and it made her eyes look sharper, the blue colour of her irises more enticing with the look but it was something Aella liked. Cayenne painted her lips a blood red as Flax sprayed a thick layer of hairspray over her hair.

He had pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail at the crown of her head. Her long tresses flowed down to the bottom of her back and he curled the very ends. He cut long bangs into her hair, with her consent of course, but only pulled the right side out. He teased the root before styling it to swipe over her forehead gently before pinning it behind her ear. It was classic yet timeless, nothing too extravagant like she anticipated her hair to be the following night and she really liked it.

It made it somewhat easier for her to leave the anxiety behind her and as Cayenne painted her nails black she felt her shoulders relax gently. It was mostly due to the anti-anxiety medication Clio slipped her with her last glass of whiskey but either way, taking a breath wasn't as hard as it had been before.

Palex produced an emerald green dress for her and she fell in love with the colour. Thankfully the dinner was not District themed like every other event within the Games and it gave her and her fellow tributes freedom of what to wear for the event.

The midi dress was held by two thin straps, the silk material was fitted around the body with cowl neckline. A generous slit opened up the side of the skirt and went to her mid thigh and the edges of the dress were frill hemmed. The skirt was short on one side and long on the other and fell down her leg to reach the floor behind her. She slipped into a pair of black stilettos to match and the time Clio spent doting over her made her late.

The banquet was held on the fourteenth floor and when Drew and Aella were waiting in the elevator alone the tension between them was thick. It was the first time since the train ride that they had been alone together and after Aella had laughed at him when he was awarded his seven earlier...well, it wasn't comfortable.

She didn't feel the slightest bit guilty that she laughed at his score but it was obvious Drew was still far from impressed. Aella knew he was on the verge of saying something to her and she willed for him to get it over with but she was forced to wait until they reached the twelfth floor before he eventually scoffed.

"Oh, thank god." She mumbled under her breath.

"You think you're so perfect."

She took it back. Instead, her eyes widened at his bold observation. He couldn't have been more far from the truth if he tried. It was almost comical and a disbelieving chuckle escaped her lips.

"You're deluded, Drew." She told him shortly, looking out the window of the elevator.

"Am I?" He retorted as the elevator doors opened with a ding.

Aella didn't even answer, instead she walked out of the elevator and towards the banquet hall on her own. The skirt of her dress flowed as she walked with elegance and the pointed heels of her stilettos clicked off the freshly polished flooring. Drew was quick to catch up to her, much to her disdain, and he continued in his conversation.

"You think you're so perfect because you were awarded a twelve, that you're above everyone else." He spat maliciously, "Let me tell you something, Aella. You're not. You're the same, pathetical excuse of a girl who cried—"

She didn't let him finish. The rage that flooded her body was hot and it burnt her from the inside out. She abandoned her path to the banquet hall and instead turned on her heels and charged towards Drew, her finger pointing until she was close enough it hit his chest. 

"And what does that make you, hmm?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed into thin slits. The way rage swam in her irises made them ignite in an icy glare. It dangerous but Drew didn't take the hint, didn't see or acknowledge the threat that lingered as she continued to shout, "The same abusive scumbag who's hated by the entirety of Panem? Let me tell you something, Drew. That score you got today? That's not my fault. It's not of my doing...hell, if I had any say in it you'd of gotten a zero. Don't take your failures out on me—"

His hand gripped her wrist tightly then but she didn't show him how much it hurt. Her memories took her soaring back to when she was thirteen, that first night he grabbed her and pinned her against her bed. Fear pulsated through her body like wildfire and allowed him to push her with such force her back slammed against the wall and knocked all the air out of her.

All she could do was stand and stare as she relived it all—the memory as fresh as the night it happened. Her muffled screaming pounded in her ears deafening her.

Drew stalked over to her like she was nothing but his prey while she was paralysed. His gaze was haunting, the same sadistic gleam she had no choice but to stare into when he was atop of her shined in his eyes as he looked at her in that moment. He wrapped his hand around her throat and gripped tightly, his body pressing into hers and pinning her in place.

His grip wasn't tight enough for him to choke her but it was still undeniably tight. She managed to get one arm free from underneath her, remembering her strength that now matched his unlike all those years ago. Her hand went for his wrist, clawing at his arm as she broke free from her haunting memories and snarled, "Get your hands off me."

He ignored her warning however and he narrowed his eyes. His free hand gripped her wrist and pinned it to her side against the wall. His head dipped closer to hers and he met her gaze through his hooded eyes. He was so close she could taste the liquor on his breath. Clearly he had not known when to stop.

"You think that you can kill me in that arena?" He asked her rhetorically before he shook his head. He watched her thrash underneath him and a cruel, cunning, smile rose to his lips when he said, "No, it'll be me who kills you. Slowly but surely. I'll stab everywhere that's non fatal and I'll leave you to bleed out—"

"Get off me." She snapped again, her eyes brewing a storm.

His lips curved up even further, "I'll leave you all nice and pretty for Odair to find and when he's too shocked to move I'll kill him next."

"You're a fucking coward, Drew." She seethed.

They both failed to notice that Katniss and Peeta were walking down the hall toward them having just exited the elevator together with Johanna and Blight and they all stilled when they saw the pair.

Johanna was the only one who reacted  quick enough and in similar fashion to Aella, sheer anger consumed her whole and blinded her. Even in the heels she had been forced into she ran toward her best friend and her quick movements forced Peeta and Blight into action too though they were seconds behind Johanna.

Before anyone could reach them however, Aella managed to find enough room to raise her knee into Drew's crotch harshly. He groaned in pain, loosening his grip on both her throat and her arm and she pulled her hand out of his and punched him in the face, right across his cheekbone, with a great deal of strength.

The punch echoed loudly through the air and Drew stumbled back while grunting in pain. The force of impact rebounded up Aella's arm and she shook out her hand with a hiss before examining both her fingers and her knuckles. They had reddened already, and her second and third knuckle had already started to turn a purple-ish colour.

Johanna reached Aella's side just as Drew straightened up though he held his hand over his cheek for some few seconds before eventually withdrawing. There was a small wound across his cheekbone in which blood dripped from but it was nothing to Aella. It was only a fraction of the pain he caused her—a fraction of what he deserved.

Her chest was heaving as she looked at him, eyes wild and crazy and it forced Katniss Everdeen to take an intimidating step backward from where she watched the entire scene. She analysed her in her state, the way her body stood ready for more was her tell but when she looked deeper she saw the way Aella's fingers itched to curl into fists at her sides. The war raged inside her icy blue gaze. It was electrifying and to be in her presence in that time was to stand in front of Death itself—a willing sacrifice. For the first time Katniss was able to see how she won her Games. It was because of him... Drew.

He triggered something animalistic inside of her and over the years the raging beast had grown stronger and stronger. Aella had disappeared and instead Athena took her place. The Goddess of War sat on her shoulders ready to reign fire upon them all. Drew Lopez was the reason Athena resided within Aella, gripping on to her back like a shadow. He dragged her all the way down to the Gates of Hell and Athena helped her fight her way back to the top.

It was special trait, to embody a Goddess, but Aella did it with such precision. Almost like she was born to become the woman she was.

Aella wasn't done. She was far from finished, in fact, and no one was quick enough to anticipate her next movements. The beast banged down the door and she was ready to unleash her and everything she would fetch. She didn't care of the consequences, not anymore.

Her right hand curled around Drew's throat and clutched tightly while her left hand formed a fist. The power rippled through the muscles in her arms and back as she threw with power. Her fist pounded against Drew's nose and the sound of bone cracking was sickening amongst the silence.

He grunted in pain, hands flying to his nose for protection as he cursed deeply.

In the next second, Blight's arms caged around Aella and held her in. His attempt to contain her long enough for her to calm down. Johanna watched on with moderate disappointment that her District partner had split it up but her eyes glanced up to the cameras pointed towards them in the corners of the room. The red light flashed every four seconds. Peacekeepers would be swarming the hallway in less than a minute if they didn't move soon.

The woman grabbed Aella's arm instead and placed herself directly in front of Drew. She forced Aella's attention to shift to her and she reminded her that she only had to wait another thirty-two hours. It settled Aella somewhat but the beast inside named Athena was desperate for more, she tried to clawed her way back out.

Johanna and Blight worked to separate the commotion before the Peacekeepers arrived to the fourteenth floor. They walked to the banquet hall with Aella between them, practically dragging her along. Johanna was no stranger to forcing her best friend out of precarious situations, to her it was just another day in the office.

They left Drew behind still gripping to his nose in agony, bent over as he swore and blood collected at his feet. Katniss and Peeta didn't stay long enough to watch him. Instead they followed the three ahead toward the banquet hall and watched as Johanna threw the door open.

The atmosphere within the banquet hall was surprisingly pleasant until a raging and wild Aella stepped foot inside with the District Seven tributes. The conversation dulled slightly and eyes danced over the trio. Blight didn't stick around for long and Johanna dragged Aella over to the bathroom at the far end of the hall within seconds of entering. The war raging within her eyes was still there, the icy blue flame alight with fury. Her her body trembled in anger. Her eyes were fixated ahead as she entrusted Johanna to guide her blindly.

There was confusion among the tributes as they watched the two women disappear but it eased the second the door re-opened and Drew Lopez walked in with a cut to his cheek and a crooked nose. In seconds it all made sense and across the room the blond haired God clenched his jaw. His sea-foam green eyes searched for her once more but he only found her tense back.

A war raged on from inside of him but he held his peace, plotting and waiting for when the time was right. His focus was her as she disappeared round the corner into the bathroom but even after she was gone he still saw the way her fingers of her right hand trembled. Her tell... In that moment he knew and pain twisted his insides apart.

Something was deeply, deeply, wrong with Aella and he was determined to find out what.

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A/N; next update will be Wednesday!