Victor of the people

by BarakTheSlayer

Since Peeta dies in the 74th Hunger Games, there was no talk of rebellion. But when Rhys and his sister Rosie lose their family, Rhys tries to protect the people of 12 as much as he can, even at the promise he made 8 years ago that he will go into the quell at 18 years of age. they however, dont mention who they would make go with him. fluff and sadness. UP FOR ADOPTION!

1. Prologue

Prologue:

He was having a wonderful day, the young boy with his aunt and sister. They went to the meadow near the fence of their district, 12, and had a picnic, and went home.

Only their home wasn't there.

"RHYS! ROSIE!" the son turned towards the source of the noise and saw their cousin, Peeta. "Get over here kids." their uncle was there now, clasping Peeta's hand so tightly it hurt. "why cant they go home Ryan?" the boys aunt was looking, as usual, like she had some rather unpleasant smell drifting into her nose as she caught sight of her ex-husband and her son.

"T-Their house..." the man could not go any further, but pulled the 7 year old Rhys into a hard embrace, tears dripping down his face.

"What happened uncle Ry?" the young child was confused, he'd never seen his uncle sad before.

"Yo-Your parents loved you... you know that, kiddo?" the man was stuttering, barely able to get his words out, but his sharp ex-wife picked it up before the children and lets out a horrified gasp.

"Please t-tell me they aren't... But I can't look after two children!" the aunt is now in hysterics, but the children are confused, why would their aunt need to look after them? Their parents were just a mile away.

"WHAT?! that's all you can think about. Your own hardships? WELL I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU LILLITH!..." the man lets out a shuddering breath to calm himself. "These children are now parent-less and your just worr- Rhys! Where are you going!?"

the young boy hardly heard him though. His uncle had said 'parent-less'. Why had he said that? Young Rhys didn't have long to find out, because he turned the corner to his parents hardware shop and let out a scream.

His house was ablaze with fire.

Rhys screamed and yelled and cried. He couldn't stop if he wanted to. A healer came to him amongst the crowd that had gathered to watch his house burn. With her husband they soothed with nice words and herbal tea until he fell asleep.

When Rhys woke up he was in the place that had terrified him to look at to this very day, with his 1- year old sister in the cot next to him.

The district 12 community home, where the children had hunched shoulders and all the goodness was sapped out of them.

He may have been only 7, but he made a vow that day to not let that happen to them, and a promise he never forgot.

His sister would never see fire like that again.