When her eyes open, the sky is gray, almost as if it is about to rain. There were noises closing in on her. Her ears perked up at the words.

"I've heard rumors, but I never thought they were true until now. Take her to train quickly. Who knows how long this one has been out here." She felt herself being lifted into a pair of steady arms. As they walked, she saw that the land looked as though it was recovering from something horrible. As if there had been a war of some kind. Before she could even mumble a word, she was asleep again.

"Looks to be about 5 years old, sir. When we found her, she was unconscious. I don't have any idea where she could've came from. The nearest shelter was a day's walk." She heard a voice that was different from the one she had heard the last time she had awoken.

"W-where am I? Who are you?" She asked sitting up slowly. Dark hair fell slightly into her sight of view.

"I'm Henry. Don't worry, you're safe here. Can you tell me your name?" The blonde haired man asked gently.

"Penelope. Penelope Lockwood." She answered

"Do you remember anything before you woke up?" Penelope shook her head.

"There wasn't anything to remember before waking up."

"Can you tell me what it's like outside?"

"What do you mean?"

"The weather, can you tell me the weather?"

"76 degrees Fahrenheit, cloudy with 40% chance of rain." This information came out automatically as if she had been wired for this. She held her head as pain began to form.

"Looks like our search is over." Henry said as he finished checking the screen that was on the desk.

"Search?"

"For Panem. That would be you."


"Miss Lockwood, the president would like to see you." The secretary, Lucia, pulled her out of her flashback.

"I'll be there in a minute. I just have to get a few things ready." Penelope replied straightening herself out. Lucia nodded and left her room.

It had been about 50 years since she had come to the Capitol, but she didn't look a day over 10. The reason for this was because she was the personification of Panem. The country was thriving very well, meaning every couple of years she grew to look older. Since the country was still young, she was the physical age of a ten year old. She had been told by the President that there were rumors that there used to be many personifications a long time ago, but since their land was destroyed, they vanished.

"Penelope, good you're here." President Kingsmen said once she had came into his office.

"Yes sir. You wanted to see me?"

"Have you been getting headaches, recently?"

"I have been. Why do you ask?"

"Since it will eventually reach your ears, it will be best if you here it from me. We're having issues with the districts."

"A rebellion?" She asked.

"It would seem so."


The bombing of District 13 happened, ending the Dark Days. Panem was unconscious for a few days after it happened. However once She made a full recovery, there was always that feeling in the back of her mind. She could sense that there was still life in the District, but rather than telling her boss, she let it go. The rebellion was put to an end.

"This shall be called the Hunger Games. 1 young man and woman from the ages of 12-18 will be picked from each of the districts. All 24 tributes shall be put in an arena and fight to the death. Only one will come out." President Kingsmen was speaking to the public. Panem stood off to the side, out of sight. Part of her agreed with this arrangement, but another part found the idea to be horrible. However it wasn't her decision to make.