My brother and I had this promise: if one of us were reaped, then the other would volunteer to keep them safe. Silly, yes, but it was enough to keep the tears away the night before a reaping ceremony. Besides, there were over a hundred names in that bowl, and chances were that we'd never have the chance to make good on that promise.
But this is not a story of chance. It is a story of life, death, fate, and how I met my end.