Finnick never believed in folktales. Not since he was a young boy. His father would always tell him stories of beings in the sea. Beings with the head and upper-body of a human, and the tail of a fish as a lower-half.

He stopped believing those stories after he won the Games. There was scarier things than..what did his father call them..merpeople. Yeah, those were nothing compared to what he went through.

The day was cold, colder than it usually was in District Four. The clouds were grey and it appeared as if it would rain.

That didn’t stop Finnick from walking down to the shore of the beach. It was his comfort. The one thing people couldn’t take from him. It was his.

Finnick only watched as the waves crashed onto the shore and the jagged rocks that lined through it. Wads of seaweed and seashells stuck through the sand.

Finnick’s hands fiddled with the piece of rope he had, constantly tying and untying. It brought him comfort. He wasn’t really focusing. Barely.

So when he saw something in the water, he didn’t think anything of it. Probably just another flying fish. Till Finnick saw it again. And that fish tail was huge. “The hell..?”

Finnick knew it was stupid to do so, but he got up from his perch in the sand, and approached the sea. Piece of rope discarded.

Finnick continued to step forward till the cold water lapped at his ankles. He saw it. A person, they didn’t have legs though, just a fish tail.

It couldn’t be. Those weren’t real. Finnick blinked once, twice for good measure. Even rubbing at his eyes. But it was still there.

A merperson.

Finnick was in awe.