Prologue
The wind blew over me hard and strong as if it wanted to take me to another place, a place were there was no death, destruction and reminders.
I'm not just taking about any reminder, I'm talking about the reminder of when a country evolved, because of a nation, a nation in North America that molded itself into Panem.
This nation, Panem, grew and grew until it was large enough to be split into 13 districts, 13 districts to supply different goods to the growing nation.
One day out of the blue, district 13 was removed from the world, no one knew what happened to it, accept that all that remand was ruble and ashes.
The on-growing nation was then given a name, a name that will be know all through Panem, The Clave.
My district, 12, supplies The Capital with coal, or you could say we specialize in mining. I do not know of what the other 11 districts supply, because we are forbidden to have any sort of communication with them.
As the Clave ruled on and on, they decided to invent a game that would remind us of there domination and control. They called it The Mortal Games. Two boys and two girls are picked from each district between the ages of 12 and 18 to be put in an arena to survive, but the thing is...survive what.
My name is Clary Fray, I am 16 years old, and I come from District 12.
