A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my new story. I have seen these done a lot and I love reading them . I felt like writing my own one so here it is. The inspiration for this fic comes from 'The Highlights' by 'Kate-The-Great-And-Powerful'. Check out their fic, its great.


Ariella Forn POV

The plates lock into place and a cold breeze blows my blonde hair over my face, obscuring my vision for a second. Fear rises up in me as it all hits me. This isn't a dream. I am the first ever tribute for district 4. All week I have been hoping and praying that this is all a dream and I don't have to really kill anyone.

But here I am. Standing in a circle surrounding a giant cornucopia that holds numerous deadly weapons. Behind me seems to be long grass that stretches on for miles. I don't see a tree in sight. To my right is the girl from 2 who looks as scared as I feel. To my left is the little 13 year old boy, youngest tribute for this year. He is from 9 I think. I can see the fear in his eyes and it hurts me. Such a young kid and he is going to die.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the first ever hunger games. Tributes, may the odds be ever in your favor. Let the games BEGIN!" booms the voice of head gamemaker Verticus.

Suddenly a explosion fills the air and I see smoke rise from the other side of the cornucopia. What happened?

"Tributes, we apologize for the startle. But it seems that district 9 were too eager and jumped. Let me remind you that if you leave the plate before the countdown, you will be out of the games" Verticus's voice returns.

The boy next to me lets out a sob. Did they know each other? The countdown starts again and I search the items that are scattered around. They seem to become less important the further they fan out. Right in the mouth of the cornucopia is the only weapon I seemed to be good with. Its a golden bow with a sheath of arrows. That is my target, if I get them then I may go home.

When the countdown ends I dont think as I leave the podium and jolt towards the bow as fast as I can. It seems like nobody else has moved so I get there first and sling the sheath of arrows over my shoulder and grip the bow in my hands, I then turn and grab a backpack and sling it over my other shoulder.

I look up and see others have started. Some are even fighting. The boy from 9 is frozen on his podium and sympathy fills me. That is replaced by anger when I see a knife enter his forehead. I let out a gasp and tears roll down my cheeks as his small body crumples to the floor. I didn't know him but I feel real sadness for the kid.

I turn and see it was the girl from 2 who threw the knife. Her mouth is curled up in a smile and this angers me more. As if I am on auto pilot, I load my bow and pull back the string. The arrow flies and hits my target. Her body crumples to the ground, arrow sticking from her neck.

The next thing I do is run. I run into the never ending field, trying to escape the memories of what I had just witnessed.]

Highlights: It turns out the field did end. Ariella walked for 4 days straight, living of berries she found on bushes that were dotted around the field and the water from her backpack and little ponds she found. On day 5 she walked head first into the force field that surrounds the arena. Her heart stopped instantly. The winner of the first hunger games was the male from 8. He won a big finale battle between himself, the boy from 2 and the girl from 10.