Prologue
Death is something most people fear. In this world of torture, it is a safe escape. In this world, nothing exists but death and hate. No one mourns the death, for they are despised. For they are the lucky ones. No more fear, no more suffering. People want to become part of the dead, they long for it. Innocent people have died. Killing has become more than just survival, but a game. A game where you must kill as many as possible, winner takes all. Really all, the winner takes the whole world. This is a fight for power. No mercy. No one shall be spared. The fight won't end till bodies are scattered everywhere, and one country remains. Blood and gore. Nothing but blood and gore. Over power? Has the world gone mad? Yes, and the innocent shall pay the price. Let the games begin. Maybe if you're lucky, death shall be quick and painless.
Hello a.e. everdeen here. This is a story about life before the Hunger Games, and how we came to the point of creating the Games. I hope you all enjoy it. I know this has nothing to do with the story at this point, but may the odds EVER be in your favor.