A/N: here is an entry for the starvation forum June challenge; Dawn.
I don't own the books
R&R!
This was it. Time for me to shine. I was going to blow the audience away. I have been practicing for this moment for the past thirteen years. I was born to be here. Eighteen years of life would either pay off, or fall flat right now. That life before all this was just preparation. This is the dawn of my life.
The platform I'm standing on begins to rise beneath my feet and I raise my chin, I need to look ready for what is to come. I have to look like I have this entire game in my hands, which I do. The others are all going to fall at my feet.
I know what to expect when that gong sounds. I'll charge at the golden horn, and grab a weapon, any weapon, I can handle them all. Then lay waste to them all. They were all tributes, but me. I'm a career tribute. I'm a Victor.
The sun bursts from the top of the tube and I'm blinded by the bright landscape. I try to take in my surroundings, the tributes on my sides, the grand pile of weapons ahead of me, the huge boulders in the distance.
Before I know it, the gong sounds but I've gone over the plan so many times, my feet move without me. I run at the supplies and grab an axe in one hand and a sword in the other. I turn and only one other tribute is here, the male tribute from District 1, my ally.
I throw the axe at one tribute running and slash down a stupid tribute who thought they had a chance against me. Another slash, and another tribute falls.
This is the dawn of my career. The dawn of all real careers. The dawn of my victory.