I didn't think much when I volunteered. It was always destined for me to happen anyway, ever since I became twelve my parents and trainer have been pestering for me to volunteer however there was never a right moment. Now at the ripe age at 17 it seemed as if fate had joined me together, but from this point on I am the master of my fate and controller of my destiny, soon I shall be a victor.

Even I have to say the train to the Capitol was impressive, filled with things I've never seen, drinks I've never heard of and foods I've never tasted. My tribute partner, Jason Styx, is immediately pulled to the buffet of food beholding us and slurps, gobbles and chokes down as much food as he can. I roll my eyes but can't help but smirk slightly, he's been a friend of mine since my first day of training when he accidently nearly hit me with a throwing knife…needless to say we got in a heated argument after that and the rest is history. I can't quite remember how this led to us being friends but I can assure that it came with constant teasing on both sides and a desperate need to prove that one is better than the other.

"You know if you eat that quick the morning before the games you'll be sick before you've even left your pedestal" he looks at me with a so what attitude and I add "Might set of the bombs…"

He gives me another "Devil may care" look before pausing, slowly gulping down his mouthful and returns the rest of the food in his hands back to their respective plates.

"You know if you boss the rest of the careers around like that it might cause an early bloodbath for us" he smiles "They haven't had 9 years to tolerant your personality like I have"

I laugh loudly, loud enough for all of Panem to hear "I'd like to see them try to take me down; those wannabes will get a knife in the face before they even finish a thought about killing me"

He laughs "So will you be going for the knives?" I did consider throwing knives when I was being prepped for the games however I personally think a medium sized samurai sword would be more appropriate, still light so I can run faster. Jason adds more "I was personally thinking about going for throwing knives myself"

I laugh again but this one is different, it's not boastful and full of victory like the last one. It's more girly which I despise and at the end I give off a slight snort before covering my mouth in shame. Jason laughs and pulls my hands away from my mouth.

"What's up miss piggy? Scared I'll outshine you with my amazing throwing knife skills?"

"Yes, I'm so scared you'll accidently drop it on your foot and slow us all down" I smirk back

Our escort, Mafalda Tulipa, storms into the cart, well the best kind of storm you can do whilst wearing 5 inch heels, her face is dull with seriousness and the only sign of excitement in her is her puckered up lips which I conclude are unintentional.

"Will you two stop quarrelling and come in here, your mentors are growing extremely impatient" she growls in a high pitched voice, almost like she's mimicking an angry cat. Jason pushes me away from him, folds his arms and scrunches his face before storming off.

I laugh at his fake act of pretending to be an angry 3 year old, which he carries on until me and him are pushed into another cart on the train where we both burst out laughing about the great first impression we made on our escort.

"Having fun our we?" our laugh is cut short when we notice two people, a man and a woman, sitting in the chairs in the cart. The woman, the one who stopped our laughing, was a tall and muscular looking woman; I immediately knew who it was when I looked at her, of course I would, she is after all a victor from my District. The man, another familiar face, was Brutus who won the games only 8 years ago at the age of 16. Now at the age of 24 he is much more muscular and his hair is completely shaven off. His eyes stare us both down intimidatingly.

"Please sit" Lyme says in a commanding voice and we obey. She goes through the usual stuff, things that we've both been told 1,000 times before in training. She soon finishes with an almost bored tone saying "It's getting late, you fresh meat should get to bed" which I feel slightly offended at but I don't dare question her.

We both enter our separate compartments and I chuck off my white reaping dress before removing my undergarments leaving me with no clothes, I look around searching for some pyjamas but see nothing. The door to my compartment opens and I cover myself with my hands turn away.

"Hey Eno, Mafaldo told me to hand you…" Jason jumps out of his skin and screams in an almost hilarious high pitched voice, dropping a pair of pyjamas in his hands.

"Get the hell out of here Jason!" I shout and he slams the door shut. I walk over to the door grabbing the pyjamas he dropped and chucking them on me. I pause for a second to laugh about the situation before jumping into my soft bed.

The next morning I awake later then I expect and throw on clothes that were delivered at my door. I then drag myself to the dinner compartment avoiding the mocking gaze of Jason and the questioning stares being delivered from Brutus, Lyme forcing me to sit next to Mafalda as she was the only one who would not ask a question, being too caught up in which of her glamorous wigs to wear.

"I just don't know which one to pick" she scrunches up her face scratching her bald head, the fact that she shows us not fully dressed in makeup shows she doesn't have high hope for us and assumes she thinks we'll be dead in two weeks anyway.

My plan at avoiding an awkward situation however fails as Brutus soon whispers in a deep growly voice "There seemed to be a lot of shouting from you two last night" Lyme kicks his knee.

Jason smirks at me before turning to Brutus "Well Enobaria, do you want to tell them or should I?"

I look at him with an unimpressed face and daring him to challenge me I plainly say "Blue"

My answer gets a round of looks from everyone all of them questioning me especially Jasons who asks "What?"

I then turn to Mafalda "You should wear the blue wig" she looks at her Cyan artificial hair, considers for a second before smiling and putting it on her pinball sized head.

Jason laughs slightly "I never knew you were so proud of your body Enobaria, it usually takes a lot of courage to allow a boy into your room whilst unclothed"

"You certainly caused a scream about it" I hiss back "What's wrong? Never seen a female form before?" I sit back satisfied with my reply

"Will you two stop acting so immature!" Lyme commands us, we bow our heads almost ashamed but I notice Jason lifts his as he grins at me so I flash one at him too.

"Ooooh goodie goodie" I hear Mafalda chirp "We're heeeeere"

I turn to look and see a crowd of people gathering around the train all in various outfits of all colours, all of them cheering and desperately trying to get as close to the train as possible, some of them wave at me so I wave back at them smiling slightly at the fact that Jason is owning the crowd like he has just been crowned victor.

That's when I knew it has started; this is where the fun begins.

I hope you like this; Enobaria is my favourite character in the hunger games series so I pray I've done her proud. I will be doing more chapters of this including Enobaria's games and possibly her thoughts during the 74th games and her time in the 75th. Please review and follow, thanks for reading.