The year is 2130, or something close to it, Panem is at peace, the Capitol and its horrifying President have fallen at last. So many bad memories come flooding back to me when I think of that place, but this little story is not about me, not in the least.
My name is Lavinia Crell, friend, story-teller, Avox, ex-slave. Due to my rather unfortunate... disability, I am unable to sit down with you and share this story over some tea and biscuits, but no matter. I am an older woman now, and I, like so many others, shudder at the very thought of what used to be of Panem; one of my oldest and closest friends, however, may have slightly more reason to shake than the rest of us, and I shall begin to tell you why, right now.
I hope anyone who reads this likes it! It's my first story on here, so please, be honest with your reviews if you feel kind enough to do so. I don't want to distract you from the story too much, so I'm gonna try my best to shut up at the end of the chapters to come instead of rambling on. Hope you enjoy! Kthanx baii 3
