The Force Of The Millennia

Through the darkened streets, an echo was heard. An echo that sent tingles and shivers if ever heard. It was as if it was calling for somebody... desperately. It rang on with feelings of grief and pain as if it was suffering from itself. But throughout the streets, it was left desolate and alone. It's wail shrinking into nothing but a pitiful murmur. And as soon as it came, it was gone.

The Crescent Moon

Surrounded in shrouds of silver and white roses, a young lady stood with both her hands spread apart. Her wavy, blond tresses were waving through the vast sky, and her direct cold, azure eyes stared endlessly at the crescent moon. The midnight sky seemed to be calling and reaching for her. And she seemed to be heeding it's call. It was as if she was an angel.

"24 Tributes... the only ones," she muttered and swooped down to pick a silver rose. She held it and pricked her finger. The fresh welts of blood dropped to the ground and quickly became tainted with the gaudy dirt. "The moon shall not wait.. much longer. It is... calling for.."

The young lady shook her head and beckoned somebody in front of her. "Walk forward, my love." She paused for a second and held out her hands. A man walked forward and bowed down to kiss her hand.

"A sacrifice, for our love," he remarked with a grim smile. "Cornelia, how you make me worry." He pressed on and stroked the side of her face.

Cornelia teared her gaze off the moon and stared at him. Her deep, azure eyes locking into his chocolate brown eyes. "I am sorry..."

The man nodded and sighed. His hands tightened his grip, and he bit his lip. "I know, Cornelia. We all are."

"I shall await the Millennium, Faxir," Cornelia stated and her lips tugged into a smile. "Knowing you, the vials should be in perfect shape. All that is left is the-"

"2000th Hunger Games," Faxir finished and gripped Cornelia's hand. "Please don't go..."

"I'm sorry, my love. I am after all, The Angel Of Death," Cornelia faintly smiled. "Please, Faxir... Let me go."

Faxir dropped her hand. "The magic lacrima may not be stable, Cornelia!" He narrowed his eyes at her as she turned around.

"I know."

Pika and Olive Time-

Pika- I have noticed that our story needed some editing and spice... so here it is. The 2000th Hunger Games... I hope you enjoy! :3

On the Next Chappie... it will be all of the tributes sent to us from other Fanfic Writers.. Please enjoy! :3