Hero and Monster - Enobaria's Games (62nd Hunger Games)

by Monster Bringer

Enobaria, a young girl from district 2, is certain that her goal is to win the Games and live a life of fame and glory. But when the Games go on, she becomes a bit confused. Rated T because this is Enobaria and... you all know what she did. I don't own the Hunger Games, nor Brutus, Enobaria and Lyme. Completed.

1. Chapter 1 - Dreams

I threw another two knives, both of them hitting the target perfectly. My trainer smiled. "Enobaria, you are ready. After some discussions, our center has decided to assign you to volunteer for the 62nd Hunger Games. That will be two years later!"

I never know time flies. I wake up, feeling a bit dizzy, stomach fluttering as sunlight penetrates into my room. A beautiful stone colored dress with red shades is placed on my chair, which my trainer has given to me as a gift.

For this big day, the Day of Reaping, of the 62nd Hunger Games.

I always think that there are two years before I actually enter the Games – but now this day has actually come. In the past two years, I was so certain that I would win – and a life of glory and fame would be awaiting me. I would bring pride to district 2 - the district that adopted me when both of my parents died in a quarry accident. The center that trained me for the Games; they give me chance to be glorious, to win fame and fortune, to be living in the Victor Village with the victors I always adore. I am more than thankful.

"There is no difference between animals and human. Just kill them. You will win."

What if I can't win? If I die gloriously in a battle, I will still be honored. Certainly not if I die in a stupid occasion, like accidentally tripping over a stone and bleed to death. That can't happen anyway, I have never seen tributes dying because of that.

No, no, Enobaria, I know you will win. I tell myself. Like you always dreamed.

"Winning is your only assess to fame and glory." I remember my trainer stressed on the word "glory" everytime he said the sentence.

"Meet Lyme, my friend, victor 10 years ago. I hope you can learn from her and make us proud." He said once, pointing to a tall and muscular girl who was walking to him.

I feel my hand involuntarily touching my wooden necklace, with a precious stone of the shape "2" on it. My district token.

I remember the first year that a district 2 girl died in the bloodbath. In the 52nd Hunger Games. The girl was too careless that she didn't know the district 7 boy had an axe, right behind her. I was 7 at that time, watching that girl collapsing into the dust, axe buried in her back, her eyes widened in shock, regrets, hatred and sadness as her cannon fired. The whole district was furious. I remember the adults at the training center yelling at her, saying a full variety of foul words, angry that she brought shame to our district. When her body was shipped back, she was quickly burnt and ash thrown casually into some woods. Her parents died in the same quarry accidents as mine, so there was no one to help her.

She was forgotten.

Especially when our boy won the Games in that year, the whole district celebrated and everyone got a day off work to party. No one even mention the girl.

I remember the television focus on her eyes, wide open, with fear.

Will I die in the Games like her and become forgotten?

I know I won't. I will win. I will be the hero of district 2; I promise myself.