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The sun is shining on my back, it's warmth envelopes me into a happy bliss. My father's boat, Annabelle, rocks side to side as the calm waves crashes into it. It's a busy day since my father and I found a spot in the ocean. I love to watch the school of fish swim around us, their gleaming silver scales reflect brightly in the clear ocean sea water. I was practically born at sea. Literally. My mother and father were out at sea, fishing for survival. It was hard for them back then so my mom had to fish even when she was pregnant. Life was difficult here, in district four. I mean, it's not as bad as the other districts but it's still hard to survive. We have to give a huge portion of our fish to the Capitol. I never liked them.
Anyways, my mom is a tough one. She gave birth on a boat, while she was fishing. They didn't have time to sail to shore, my dad told me that he tried to protest with her and take her to the hospital but she just gave him a look that said 'don't you dare argue with me.'
"Your mom is one tough cookie," he would say while he shook his head and laughed. I can tell he loved her. He always had a shine in his eyes when he talked to her, or when he's with her. I wonder if I would ever find a lady that would make my eyes shine like his. Maybe one day...
Finnick. Finnick Percy Odair. I'm currently 10 years old. My friends call me Finn. I live in district four, I have a passion for swimming and fishing. My favorite boat is my father's boat, Annabelle. The boat has a peaceful feeling to it, I hide there when I'm troubled with something. I have sea green eyes and sometimes it changes to blue when I'm in a certain mood, I have golden blonde, curly hair. My hair compliments my tan skin and my tall, built structure. It's weird how people mistaken me for being sixteen, but I don't complain. I like to be treated as an adult.
When I said my friends call me Finn, I really meant that only my parents call me Finn. I don't have many friends. I honestly don't have any friends. There's nothing wrong with my personality or anything, it's just that I don't socialize since I spend most of my time fishing with my dad. I love fishing with him, it's how we bond. I hate when people interrupt us, well, except for my mom. She stays home and cooks while were out, and sometimes I stay home and help her.
"Okay son," my dad starts, "I thinks it's time for me to teach you how to use a trident." I've honestly waited my whole ten years of life for this moment.
I beamed at my dad and nodded, waiting for him to continue to instruct me. "Before my father taught me how to use a trident, he told me that the three tips of the trident stand for something. He only told me two out of the three of them, and the third one I had to figure out on my own."
I raised my hand like a student so I can ask him a question. He nodded for me to ask, "Why did grandpa want you to figure the third one on your own, dad?"
He shook his head and smiled, "I was about to get to that, Finny. Well, your grandpa wanted me to learn something of using this trident. The first tip stands for survival. You need to learn how to use a trident to survive in district four. The second tip stands for bravery. To go out into the ocean takes someone to be brave. Now, are you brave enough to go out to the ocean, Finny?"
"Yes!" I exclaim and blushed at my outburst. I calmed myself and tried to answer more maturely, "yes, I'm out here in the ocean now. So aren't I?" I can feel my eyes furrow in confusion. It was such an odd question to ask when the answer is obvious.
My father laughed with his head tilted back, "Of course you are! You're an Odair! Bravery runs in the Odair family." My face relaxes into another smile that my father returned, "And also good looks, charm and intelligence. You'll need your intelligence to figure out the third tip, but the time will come when you need find out," he winks at me. It takes me effort and difficulty to wink back, and he laughs again.
"Don't worry, Finn. It takes some practice to perfect 'the wink,'" he winked again, "Now, let's teach you how to use a trident like a man."
It doesn't take me long to get the hang of a trident. I'm actually really good at using it. The trident fits perfectly in my hands and moves with a natural motion with my arm. My father stepped back from me, folded his arms and gave me an impressed look.
"You're a natural trident-wielder, Finn," he comments proudly and pats my back in a fatherly way. I look down and smiled shyly. I loved to make my father proud it was rare when he gives a genuine compliment.
Our trident practice session was interrupted by a loud siren. We looked over and saw another boat that I recognized. The boat's name is Percius , owned by the Cresta's.
Okay so this is the prologue. I'm sorry if I suck. This is my first hunger games fanfiction. Please review so I know your thoughts on this:)