Prologue-The Child of Rebellion
Johanna Mason…
I leaned against the wall. One decision. One choice. On one side of the wall was the District. On the other side?
Electric fences? forests? deserts? wastelands? I did not know. No one knew. All I know is that those who went did not return.
I was a Victor of District 7. In my hand was a book. This book contained the knowledge that would send the Districts into shock. I, Johanna Mason, Victor of the Lower Districts, held the knowledge of victory and the knowledge of rebellion in my hands.
Not the rebellion that was soon to catch fire and light Panem ablaze. This was of the rebellion that had already burnt Panem, of the aftermath. The story of the Third Annual Hunger Games.
The Mockingjay was the sign of rebellion long before the Girl on Fire lit the spark that is about to light the inferno of rebellion. This book contains the story of the first Mockingjay.
The first to make a fool of the Capitol. The one whose actions are why I am alone and my family is dead. This book contains the story of why the history of the Hunger Games is only that of living memory. Why the Capitol does not add to the cruelty of the Games by making us learn about them in schools. To hide her truth.
Experience is the best teacher. The 74th Annual Hunger Games are the proof of that. The book that was in my hand, but is know on the other side of the wall belongs to the District 7 tribute of the Third Annual Hunger Games. Johanna Mason. The one I was named after, as if carrying her cursed name would be of any help in our cruel world. She is the reason my District suffered. This is the story of the first Mockingjay,
The Child of the Rebellion.
Author's note
I had not expected it to be so short. The chapters will get longer :)
Comment brutally with constructive criticism please :)
