Hey one and all and welcome to my very first Fanfiction. I'm really excited to be bringing you this story.I just hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Copyright : I should know i do not own the Hunger Games in anyway shape or form [sadface] I do however own my O/Cs. As for the others i have only borrowed them for the purpose of this story.
I can see it; a large golden horn sitting in the middle of a meadow, completely out of place. Yet, at the same time, it looked like it completely belonged. I can see the mouth of the horn as i exit the grass. Two axes are strapped to my back over my medium sized rucksack and several smaller axes hang from my waist. One of the smaller axes slips into my hand and as quickly as it got there, I look to see it embedded in the skull of the small, red-headed girl from district 3. I never did learn her name; all I know was that she is 13 years old.
Suddenly I wake up, and by instinct, I reach for the axe that stays beside my bed at all times. Without thinking, I throw it with what little strength I could. It spirals through the air and becomes lodged itself in the door directly in front of me. Although the outside the door is made of fine mahogany, the inside has seen better days. Due to my frequent nightmares, the door had become somewhat of a beacon for incoming axes, causing the door to fill with many large chunks. My hands have only stopped shaking as they make their way to my face. I can feel the sweat dripping from my forehead . Slowly, it drips down my face and mingles with a steady stream of tears. I try to wipe them from my face but they keep coming. I run my hands up from eyes to run them through my soaked Bistre hair, allowing it to weakly slip through my fingers, sticking to my forehead. I kick my drenched sheets off of my overheating body and fling my legs over the side, allowing them to touch down on the cool wooden floor. After a struggle I manage to slide the shirt off, which had clung to my burning flesh from the swear pouring out of my body. I toss it carelessly to the side as I push myself off my bed and stumble towards the door. I stop for a moment and my hands softly wrap around the axe and weakly remove it from the door before letting it slip from my grasp, causing it to fall to the floor, landing with a slight clatter of steel.
Staggering into the hallway, I shield my eyes from the sunlight penetrating through a slight gap in the curtains. It causes the usually dark hallway to flood with natural light. Brief blindness causes me stumble forward. Completely forgetting where the stairs are, I move forward, before I roughly tumble down them. Sighing, I lay face down on the hard stone. Cold light trickling in through the panes of glass of the front door illuminates my muscular and battle-scared body. Each scar is a story, a victory, a painful memory... Each scar a mark on my soul for all time. The largest and most notable scar adorns my back; a particular painful memory behind it. I place a hand down on the floor and roll myself onto my back. A loud groan hitches in my throat as the freezing floor lays its icy kiss upon sensitive flesh. I push against the ground and make it to my feet with great effort. I wait a moment to gather my composure and walk slowly to the cool morning air of the kitchen. It's a welcome blessing - the air in my bedroom is far too hot and, to factor in my frequent nightmare,s it made me feel ten times worse. The hallway is far too cold but the kitchen got the best of both worlds. I gently place my hands on the cool marble of the sink before slowly filling a glass with water. As I slowly sip it, I began to collect my thoughts. After such a horrible morning, the whole ordeal still fresh in my memory. Like a freshly made scar from a knife which would never heal. I stare into the void of the drain as my tears begin anew, dripping down into eternity.
"My name is Oaken Mortise. I am twenty one years old. My home is District 7. I was the Victor of the 69th Hunger Games. This is my story of how I went from being nothing more than a 17 year old Lumberjack to being written into a bloodied history..."
Well there you have it. The first chapter.
I know not much really went on in this chapter, this was just a way of slowly introducing you to the main character of this story.
As I'm sure most of you have read on other works Reviews and feedback is always welcome.
Since this is my first FanFic i also welcome critical advice and i feel it can only help me become a better author
Nightingale x