We play as oneby GRYFFINDOR123456ChapterstrainingThe game begins(cornucopia bloodbath)(INTRO, DAY 1)day 2reaping- who will be chosen??☹️Our mentor, Bow hothoofprologuetrainingI stepped up to the bow and arrow. It was my turn for Canterlot to see how good I was at shooting. I Held the bow in my hand. “Um, Sunset Shimmer.” I said, steeling myself. The gamemakers looked up. “When you’re ready, Miss Shimmer.” they said, nodding curtly at me, my cue. I looked at my target, but out of the corner of my blue eyes I saw not one was looking at me. I was angry. Very angry. I raised the bow and arrow towards the apple in the pig. I shut my eyes, making sure it was in the right position. I opened them, releasing the arrow smack bang in the middle of the apple. The arrow clattered to the floor, and the gamemakers looked up. They dismissed me. I threw down the bow and arrow into the stand and marched off into the dining room. The TV flickered as each of the tributes names’ came up and what sort of grade they got. When it came to Flash, he got an 8. Then me. I got an 11. Why? Maybe me being a rebel? Who knows. And then we tucked into our dinner. The game begins(cornucopia bloodbath)(INTRO, DAY 1)I nodded to my designer, Zecora. She nodded to me, telling me to go into my tube, which would lead me onto the battlefield. I stood on the podium, poised, my eye on the bow and arrow. I glanced at Flash. He shook his head. When the horn went, the careers went straight for the weapons. I was nearly killed, nearly stabbed by a knife. I held up a bag to protect myself. The knife had embedded itself in the bag. I had earned myself a knife. I ran into the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. I slipped down a bank, finding myself in a clearing. And that was when I decided to make my own bow and arrow. day 2Author's Note HI! I haven’t written in a while, so here is a new chapter! I’ll be updating this story later, in about a year’s time, after my GCSEs. Thanks, GRYFF day 2 I walked further and further into the forest, the green trees looming over me. I came to a clearing, surrounded by trees. I heard voices, Flash’s voice, and voices of the careers. Traitor, I thought. How dare he join the careers? I sighed, determined to win for my dormmate, Scootaloo, to make sure she was okay. I kept running, then I saw fire behind me. I ran as fast I could, but the fire was closing in on me. It scorched my thigh, but I scrambled up the nearest tree as I saw the careers and Flash behind me. Adagio Dazzle was behind me, climbing up. I climbed higher and higher into the tree until they gave up. “She’ll come down eventually,” said Flash. “Either she’ll starve or she’ll be trashed.” Then they made a quick fire to keep themselves warm. I saw them go to sleep. I heard a beeping noise, quiet. I saw a small parachute and my mentor, Bow Hothoof, had sent me a sponsor.I opened it to see a tub of cream. I carefully spread it on my wound, wincing, trying not to cry out and disturb the careers below. reaping- who will be chosen??☹️I quickly got out of my usual attire and put on a pink shirt and a pink skirt. The skirt had my sun cutie mark all around it. “You look stunning,” said Scootaloo. I blushed. “Thanks. So do you.” I brushed my red-gold hair, until it was smooth. I grasped her hand. “Ready?” I said. “Ready.” As we got closer to the hall, Scootaloo and I lined up in different queues. One queue was for the kids and the other was for the over 16s. I registered in, making my way to Sandalwood and Scootaloo. “Hey, Sunset,” said Scootaloo. It was time to pick the tributes. Scootaloo was chosen. “NO!” I shouted. “NO, I volunteer as tribute!” I held Scootaloo close, hugging her tightly, before letting her go, to head up to the podium. “A volunteer!” cried the woman, Cozy Glow. “Finally! What’s your name, sweetie?” “Sunset Shimmer.” I said with a growl. “Let’s give it up for our first female tribute, Sunset Shimmer!” Then it was the males. Flash Sentry, my boyfriend from High School, was chosen. Flash glanced at me, worried. We both knew we didn’t exactly get along, since what happened at the Fall Formal. Then we were led out. Our mentor, Bow hothoofOnce upon a time, the Dash family lived here. Not anymore. Windy Whistles and her daughter, Rainbow Dash, moved to district 2. Her father, Bowhothoof, was a survivor of the last time distric 12 won the games. And he was our mentor. Now, let me tell you a bit about him; He’s drunk. Cozy, Flash and I had to haul him to the bathroom on the train, so he could puke in the toilet, not on the floor, like he does every other second. Probably because he was seperated from his wife and daughter. Flash and I looked out of the window, standing in silence. When we were kids, when Canterlot was one city, Flash was very talkative, even when I split up with him. I remember. I even remember we started over as friends, kind of. We never did. But when we closed the portal for good, Flash became quieter and quieter. Then there’s me. I’m quite strong-headed and I can’t be kept quiet. I always seem to say my views. But today, we were both quiet. I was never the one for making friends. I always found that the hardest, but I am an open book. You can look at me and know all my secrets in 1 minute. “Sunset.” said Flash. “Hmm?” I said. “There it is. Canterlot. What have they done to it?” They got rid of the school we knew, making it into the home of the President, King Sombra. “Where’s Celestia and Luna?” I asked. I think i already knew. They were dead. prologueI woke up, to see Scootaloo snuggled up next to me. “Scared?” I asked gently, stroking her wavy orange and pink hair. Scootaloo nodded. “What happened?” I asked. “I dreamt- I dreamt that my mom died.” she whispered. “Shh.” I said. “I have them too. I used to. About the fall formal. When I turned into that raging she-demon, remember?” My name is Sunset Shimmer and I am 16 years old. I live in District 12. I am an orphan. I have no parents, no one. I’m not even from around here. I’m from Equestria. I left Scootaloo snuggled against my soft toy, yes, I still have one, and I got of bed quietly and put my blue mini dress and jeans on, and my black leather jacket. I then pulled on some light grey socks and my black high leather boots. I raced out, into the open, going under the barbed wire, finding my bow and arrow. I sat in wait, inside a bush, waiting in ambush for a deer. A rustle, a beautiful doe appeared. I got an arrow out of the quiver, before placing it. My arm shook slightly, as I waited for the correct moment. Nearly. Then he came up behind me. Sandalwood. When we first met, I had barely whispered my name. “What’s your name?” he asked me. “Sunset Shimmer.” I had whispered very quietly. He didn’t catch it, so he assumed I was Snzt Shmmr. And to make it worse, he could not pronounce vowels then. That nickname kind of stuck with us. “Happy Survival Games,” said Sandalwood. “Snzt.” I giggled. “You too. And may the odds be ever in your favour.” Author's Note Clue to see the unpublished chapters:
trainingI stepped up to the bow and arrow. It was my turn for Canterlot to see how good I was at shooting. I Held the bow in my hand. “Um, Sunset Shimmer.” I said, steeling myself. The gamemakers looked up. “When you’re ready, Miss Shimmer.” they said, nodding curtly at me, my cue. I looked at my target, but out of the corner of my blue eyes I saw not one was looking at me. I was angry. Very angry. I raised the bow and arrow towards the apple in the pig. I shut my eyes, making sure it was in the right position. I opened them, releasing the arrow smack bang in the middle of the apple. The arrow clattered to the floor, and the gamemakers looked up. They dismissed me. I threw down the bow and arrow into the stand and marched off into the dining room. The TV flickered as each of the tributes names’ came up and what sort of grade they got. When it came to Flash, he got an 8. Then me. I got an 11. Why? Maybe me being a rebel? Who knows. And then we tucked into our dinner.
The game begins(cornucopia bloodbath)(INTRO, DAY 1)I nodded to my designer, Zecora. She nodded to me, telling me to go into my tube, which would lead me onto the battlefield. I stood on the podium, poised, my eye on the bow and arrow. I glanced at Flash. He shook his head. When the horn went, the careers went straight for the weapons. I was nearly killed, nearly stabbed by a knife. I held up a bag to protect myself. The knife had embedded itself in the bag. I had earned myself a knife. I ran into the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. I slipped down a bank, finding myself in a clearing. And that was when I decided to make my own bow and arrow.
day 2Author's Note HI! I haven’t written in a while, so here is a new chapter! I’ll be updating this story later, in about a year’s time, after my GCSEs. Thanks, GRYFF day 2 I walked further and further into the forest, the green trees looming over me. I came to a clearing, surrounded by trees. I heard voices, Flash’s voice, and voices of the careers. Traitor, I thought. How dare he join the careers? I sighed, determined to win for my dormmate, Scootaloo, to make sure she was okay. I kept running, then I saw fire behind me. I ran as fast I could, but the fire was closing in on me. It scorched my thigh, but I scrambled up the nearest tree as I saw the careers and Flash behind me. Adagio Dazzle was behind me, climbing up. I climbed higher and higher into the tree until they gave up. “She’ll come down eventually,” said Flash. “Either she’ll starve or she’ll be trashed.” Then they made a quick fire to keep themselves warm. I saw them go to sleep. I heard a beeping noise, quiet. I saw a small parachute and my mentor, Bow Hothoof, had sent me a sponsor.I opened it to see a tub of cream. I carefully spread it on my wound, wincing, trying not to cry out and disturb the careers below.
reaping- who will be chosen??☹️I quickly got out of my usual attire and put on a pink shirt and a pink skirt. The skirt had my sun cutie mark all around it. “You look stunning,” said Scootaloo. I blushed. “Thanks. So do you.” I brushed my red-gold hair, until it was smooth. I grasped her hand. “Ready?” I said. “Ready.” As we got closer to the hall, Scootaloo and I lined up in different queues. One queue was for the kids and the other was for the over 16s. I registered in, making my way to Sandalwood and Scootaloo. “Hey, Sunset,” said Scootaloo. It was time to pick the tributes. Scootaloo was chosen. “NO!” I shouted. “NO, I volunteer as tribute!” I held Scootaloo close, hugging her tightly, before letting her go, to head up to the podium. “A volunteer!” cried the woman, Cozy Glow. “Finally! What’s your name, sweetie?” “Sunset Shimmer.” I said with a growl. “Let’s give it up for our first female tribute, Sunset Shimmer!” Then it was the males. Flash Sentry, my boyfriend from High School, was chosen. Flash glanced at me, worried. We both knew we didn’t exactly get along, since what happened at the Fall Formal. Then we were led out.
Our mentor, Bow hothoofOnce upon a time, the Dash family lived here. Not anymore. Windy Whistles and her daughter, Rainbow Dash, moved to district 2. Her father, Bowhothoof, was a survivor of the last time distric 12 won the games. And he was our mentor. Now, let me tell you a bit about him; He’s drunk. Cozy, Flash and I had to haul him to the bathroom on the train, so he could puke in the toilet, not on the floor, like he does every other second. Probably because he was seperated from his wife and daughter. Flash and I looked out of the window, standing in silence. When we were kids, when Canterlot was one city, Flash was very talkative, even when I split up with him. I remember. I even remember we started over as friends, kind of. We never did. But when we closed the portal for good, Flash became quieter and quieter. Then there’s me. I’m quite strong-headed and I can’t be kept quiet. I always seem to say my views. But today, we were both quiet. I was never the one for making friends. I always found that the hardest, but I am an open book. You can look at me and know all my secrets in 1 minute. “Sunset.” said Flash. “Hmm?” I said. “There it is. Canterlot. What have they done to it?” They got rid of the school we knew, making it into the home of the President, King Sombra. “Where’s Celestia and Luna?” I asked. I think i already knew. They were dead.
prologueI woke up, to see Scootaloo snuggled up next to me. “Scared?” I asked gently, stroking her wavy orange and pink hair. Scootaloo nodded. “What happened?” I asked. “I dreamt- I dreamt that my mom died.” she whispered. “Shh.” I said. “I have them too. I used to. About the fall formal. When I turned into that raging she-demon, remember?” My name is Sunset Shimmer and I am 16 years old. I live in District 12. I am an orphan. I have no parents, no one. I’m not even from around here. I’m from Equestria. I left Scootaloo snuggled against my soft toy, yes, I still have one, and I got of bed quietly and put my blue mini dress and jeans on, and my black leather jacket. I then pulled on some light grey socks and my black high leather boots. I raced out, into the open, going under the barbed wire, finding my bow and arrow. I sat in wait, inside a bush, waiting in ambush for a deer. A rustle, a beautiful doe appeared. I got an arrow out of the quiver, before placing it. My arm shook slightly, as I waited for the correct moment. Nearly. Then he came up behind me. Sandalwood. When we first met, I had barely whispered my name. “What’s your name?” he asked me. “Sunset Shimmer.” I had whispered very quietly. He didn’t catch it, so he assumed I was Snzt Shmmr. And to make it worse, he could not pronounce vowels then. That nickname kind of stuck with us. “Happy Survival Games,” said Sandalwood. “Snzt.” I giggled. “You too. And may the odds be ever in your favour.” Author's Note Clue to see the unpublished chapters:
