Mags

My name is Mags, and I am the quiet tide that never shouts but carries the weight of all the children lost. I was a Victor, though the word means little now. I raised Finnick as my own, taught him knots and endurance, and watched him become the mirror of my younger self—bright, beloved, and broken. My voice is scarce, but my love speaks volumes. I live in the hush between waves, the patience of salted hands, and the choice to give everything so others may live.