So this is going to be my first Hunger Games story and second story total. I'm still kind of worried on how this is all going to turn out, so if it does really, really, really badly I'm going to totally forget about it.

Like my one previous story, I plan to update about once a week on the weekends, casue I still have school and I have to keep my grades up.

I'm also sorry about any misspelled words or grammar errors. I'm human, you're human (or at least I hope you are), were all human and we make mistakes.

This story is probably going to be about the Dark Days, as the title says. I'm not sure how accurate the summary is, because I usually change this around as I write. Have fun reading, try not to fall asleep please.

Read and review.


"Giving up doesn't always mean that you are weak, sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go."

Would you believe me if I told you this world was once full of life? If you had asked me that, I probably would have never believed you. I would have thought that your mind had gone crazy, for the Dark Days can do that to you.

But I've seen light. Not the type of light you get from fire as it blazes, or from a light bulb in a room. More like . . . . light from the heavens. Light that means goodness, which means God's watching.

There hasn't been light like that for a long time. People have forgotten about that type.

Even since the Dark Days, the sky's been filled with smoke from fires and explosions, grey clouds rain down bullets and bombs instead of rain and snow. You hear crying and screams instead of singing and laughter.

I had seen that specific type of light a few years ago, when the sky was sill clear and blue, before the president of District 13 came and told us about their plans of war. That day it was raining, and he came with several soldiers lined up in rows marching behind him. He had knocked on the mayor's door and then invited himself inside. They talked for hours, and when he finally left, I remember the sense of fear that was reeking off of our mayor. I remember the look of fear in his eyes.

About a month later the first battle took place. Districts Ten, Eleven, and Twelve had attacked a Capitol outpost near them, and had taken the Capitol by surprise. In the beginning it seemed like we were going to win, for we had won several battles, but then everything changed. It was like those first few skirmishes were just warm ups for the Capitol, and then they actually began.


A/N: So the first chapter is coming next week. Read and review!