Note: This is a reboot of a story I deleted with a few changes and hopefully its better in every way? Also, chapters will alternate between POV's of 2 characters (basically, there will be this chapter and then chap 1.5, which is the POV of the other character in the same time-line as the other)

It might have been the small draft of wind or the thought of what's comming up, I don't know, but a shiver ran down my spine. The gravel streets were barely filled with people, mostly teens and adults looking to head to the black market to try and get anything they can get their hands on, ranging from food to even clothes. Some adults looked angry, dragging their kids around or just upset for whatever reason; who wouldn't in a place like this?

Many murmured about what is going to happen later today; what people call The Reaping. It's a simple concept, twenty four are chosen and sent into an arena, twenty three die and one manages to live another day. My question is, what is going to be the age range this year? All I could do was prey that my name wasn't drawn; I signed up about ten times. If you win in the arena, you'd get a reward of food and money depending on how many times you signed up, so I did it ten times and my siblings signed up from twenty to maybe fifty times.

District Five, one of the twelve 'hell's of this world. If you live in a district, you might as well go ahead and just lay down and die. No matter what you do, you can't escape the hell; giant walls surround the districts, keeping everyone in and outsiders out. We have no contact with the outside, we only know about the inside.

I sighed as I sat in the tree, the clock was ticking. I put my hands behind my head as I stared at the green leaves above and somewhat around me. The sun glared at the ground with its heat, it was around three hours before noon. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and let out a deep breath, The Reaping is comming up and I have a chance of being thrown into a death arena.

Finally, I swung my legs off the branch and jumped down onto the ground. People were already gathering towards the square; thats where the event is usually at. I looked back at the sky and noticed the sun was closer to noon, about a two hours has passed. Quickly, I jogged to a small house that, by the looks of it, should have collapsed by now.

Swinging open the door, I called "Anyone home?" I paused for a few seconds when someone answered "Up here!" I went up the stairs and into one of the rooms up there. Inside was everyone; my three brothers and mom. "'Bout time you got here!" Ignis, a blonde with blue eyes, snorted and another blonde pipped in "Are you ready to go?" Fulgur, who had more of a magenta shade of eyes than blue. Mom sighed before stating "We should hurry, who knows how the Capitol will react if someone misses it." Her brown hair billowed down to her waist and her eyes were a shade of vibrant green.

Oran, a blue haired male with dark blue eyes (he dyed his brown hair, for some reason) shrugged. He didn't talk too often, only with me and mom. I followed mom as she lead the way towards the square.

There, a woman with silver hair and lime eyes stood on the platform. A microphone was in her hand along with two stands on either side of her, both with a glass bowl full of paper slips. Once everyone was around, she greeted "Hello everyone of District Five! It's time for the choosing!" she sounded so cheerful that I wanted to throw up...

"This year's age range is ten to eighteen!" she called before saying "First, the girl!" and stuck her hand into the left bowl. My heart started to race, I might get called. It was a low chance, but it was there that I'd get chosen soon. The woman examined the slip before calling "Our contender is... Lizzie Armanda!" Nobody cheered, nobody clapped. The woman looked disappointed as a girl with black hair and hot pink eyes stepped nervously onto the stage.

"Next, the boy!" the woman called, sticking her hand in the other bowl. It felt like my heart was drumming in my throat, as if it was trying to suffocate me. "And out contender is..." she paused as usual, scanning the crowd for a moment. "...Sino Sage!"

Everything seemed to stop, nobody clapped or cheered as the woman stood there. I was known in the district, but not as a hero or anything; I was known for being the weakest, smallest boy to possibly ever exist. The woman then called "Sino Sage? Hello?" I noticed some adults look at me with pity, I could hear a chocked noise from my mom and Oran.

Slowly, the crowd moved a small bit and, wishing the world would stop, I slowly walked towards the stage. I stopped at the edge for a few seconds before stepping onto the wooden square, the woman then cheering "And these are our contenders! Let the odds be with you!" She once again looked disappointed when nobody cheered or made any noise before she led me and the girl towards... I don't even know.

I could hear my mom yelling something, but I wasn't really sure what as the thoughts of what could go wrong in the arena slowly came to my mind.

INFO
Name: Sino Sage
Height: 4.7 feet
Age: 16
Hair: Chocolate brown
Eyes: Right teal and left green-teal
Body: Skinny, small