I don´t own the Hunger Games or The Book of Life. I am just playing with the characters.
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE
PROLOGUE
For the first time in years – decades really –, the museum opened its doors to the public. It was not that the administration didn´t wanted the people of New Panem to know the history behind how they become a nation free of the atrocities that followed the Dark Days, but that the children, well, let's say they were less than enthusiastic to embrace the whole idea of how that come to be.
Have you ever heard the saying Stranger than fiction…? If the dictionary had to define the origin of the phrase it could easily use the events of this story as the prime example. Even as it scrolls from the pages of history, it's understandable how difficult will be for some to come to the idea that there were powers beyond the realm of the living that came to define the destiny of three people and the nation they lived in.
The first arrivals of the day entered the Museum's wing devoted to our beloved heroes. At the background, there was someone hoping against hope that eyes could see past the faded photographs and newspapers on display, ears could hear between the lines of the well-rehearsed speeches shown on holo-sets and recited by well-known faces and, finally, hearts could believe that some things are just an act of pure faith. So, the truth of the past could be slowly revealed and teach future generations.
Little do they know what they are about to learn.
A/N. I think is time I give the fandom back something in return. I will post the prologue and the first chapter. And will (hopefully) updated every week. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have writting it.