Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does. This is called FANFiction. -.-
Author's Note: Herro! :D Welcome to my first Hunger Games FanFiction story. Yup... I bet all stories start like that.
Anywho, I suppose this is a very unique plot... Alright, just plain weird. But I dreamed it up one day and I couldn't throw it away. So here it is. Katniss is a witch of the 1600's, and Cato is the messenger from the kingdom. Katniss will be a bit OOC and a little more quiet, but trust me. She's still the fiery KitKat we all know and love. ;3 You leaving a review would mean the world to me! I won't do the thing "review and I'll update", but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate your feedback. :)
Katniss~
The young woman shuffled her feet and tapped her bony fingers on the wood table before her in anxiety. Her silver eyes glistened in uncertainty, fixated on a common crystal chipped into the basic form of a wolf.
Should I..., she pondered, or should I not?
With a shake of her head, she gave up on the complicated testing spell. Katniss, the lady's name, walked to her bookshelf on the wall farthest from the door, her leather laced-up boots that climbed up to her knees clicking.
She was a cat-like woman with a lithe gait and build, although her figure was stick-like and nearly curve less, quite frankly. But she lived alone, so what did it matter? She wore a silver pentagram necklace on a black string every day as a symbol of her practice. Katniss had a head of ebony tousled hair with traces of a deep chocolately brown. It was a complete contrast to her complexion of snow. The witch would be in a very adventurous mood to even dare go outside. Everyone around, except beings of her practice, were hunting people like her down and publicly slaughtering them all. She wore a black dress with some deep, dull green etched in with an exquisite detail only magick could create.
Katniss stepped on a stool and pulled out a thick book with a cover of protective animal hide that was resting on the top shelf. But it wasn't dusty, as the woman used it like a dictionary of spells.
It truly was the Book of Shadows belonging to Nazette Cheveron, an ancestor of hers that was executed mercilessly. She was planned to be hanged, but miraculously escaped in a way that is unknown as to fact, but people tell her story in a number of different ways. But what everyone knew was that she was later beaten and forced into the raging flames of a bonfire.
She stepped off and Katniss strode over to take a seat on her bed. It creaked at the sudden weight, even if she was quite petite. The witch opened the book to the opening page.
The Wiccan Rede~
Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.
For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.
Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God's
insight. Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower.
Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye.
Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility.
Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen.
Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark.
As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows.
When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.
As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite.
Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules.
In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be.
Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.
When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.
With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.
Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.
An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will
Merry meet, Foreigner.
I see you have uncovered the dearest book to my heart. If you are reading this, I've been sentenced by now, maybe even excecuted. But fret not. As long as people still think of me, I'm as alive as any person walking on two feet.
I've planned out everything to assure my soul that I won't be dead in a long time. As a witch, I commit to the knowledge that I will almost certainly be caught, captured, and murdered savagely by cold-blooded creatures who are self-proclaimed pure souls. I've prepared an extravagantly defiant act for the time of my capture, sure to keep people thinking and talking about me. But I can't tell you that. It'll... Spoil the surprise.
Continue if you are one of my practice. If not... Know that I am watching you and won't let that happen.
Blessed be,
Nazette Cheveron
Katniss released the breath she seemed to have been holding for an eternity. A shudder shot up her spine. Nazette's intro was the most chilling part of the whole Book of Shadows.
Her finger slid around to flip the page hurriedly. There it was, written in lacy ink with a hand of expertise, the first spell. It was simple, for good fortune. Katniss' brows rose in interest, but she set the open book on the table and began lighting her lanterns about the house as the sun began its decent behind the horizon.
She turned around and walked to a cupboard with various foods inside. Katniss pulled out your average bread biscuit the size of her fist and began munching away.
She began to turn towards a chair, but the witch's body froze in place. Her biscuit fell to the floor as she heard the crunching of boots in the grass right outside. The door swung open abruptly and Katniss whirled around with the furious expression of a crazed animal.
Shit... I need a lock, she thought to herself in horror.
Author's Note: Woot, woot! There it is. :3 Thanks in advance for feedback.