Hello! I don't own Hunger Games. I just like to explore Suzanne Collins's world because it's wonderful. I already completed this story, so updates will be frequent. Really. Really frequent. Enjoy! Review if you want!
Chapter One
Long before Haymitch's gruesome victory, even longer before Katniss's glorious triumph over the Games and the Capitol, District 12 had another victor, in the 12th Hunger Games. "12 for 12" they called her during the Games. The Gamemakers knew she would win as they watched her watching the other tributes. Her eyes were cold, they said, so calculating, even as they followed the youngest, a tiny thirteen year old, around the training room. They would say, after the Games, that they knew she would win in that very moment. And maybe they said that every year, maybe they said it to save their own skins, but it was certainly true for her.
She was District 12's first victor, their first tribute that didn't die within the first twenty hours of the Games, but they never talked about her. But there were those little whispers, you could piece together her story. Lilac Menera was fifteen years old, with glistening white hair and an angel's smile. She charmed them. The first time she sat on Caeser Flickerman's predecessor, Jobanga Ler's couch, they all fell in love but they were so certain that she would die. They let her sparkle under the lights for the last time as she walked off the stage, and even in District 12, they all bowed their heads as her mother wept. The last time she sat on Jobanga Ler's couch, he didn't look her in the eye. They say that he was afraid of what he would see, and he would hardly deny that rumor. He was not the only one that said her eyes held death.