Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of its characters, that is all Suzanne Collins :) But I do own the characters Chella and Ashton... don't know who they are? Well you better start reading then :)

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic so I would really love any constructive criticism and how to improve my writing! So remember to review at the end of the story, I would really love to hear what you have to say and if you think I should continue with it or not :D I hope you enjoy it :)

Also something you should know before hand; the second and third books never happened since the Capital stopped the budding revolution shortly after Katniss and Peeta's first games. Following this Katniss and Peeta disappeared (you may find out where to later ;) ). Plus everyone who died in the last two books are still alive, but it is 26 years later so obviously they're older lol

Chapter 1 - The Day Before

Chella's POV:

I sit watching as six burly kids, about my 16 years of age, go at each other with blunted tridents and dulled swords. I never understand why someone would want to volunteer for the games. Sure there is the fame if you don't die, but that's the key. You. Can't. Die. Of course if you train your heart out from age 2 you stand a very good chance, but there are usually at least 5 others who have done the same. Not to mention the 18 other tributes who may not be in it for the glory, but instead have the motivation of wanting to see their friends and family once more. Only one of these 24 will win and no matter how many times the Capital says it; the odds are not in your favour.

"Hey, you, lazy butt! If you're not going to train get your ass out of the way and make room for us future victors!" someone shouted, maybe Markus, who knows. I pick up the the net I was weaving and move closer to the lake. I feel like shouting something rude back but I know it will only end with them making fun of me for being crappy with all weapons, except the knife.

The reaping is tomorrow. I should be training with my fellow careers, but like always, I'm sitting weaving a net. In district 4 my family, for decades, has weaved nets. I guess you could say it's in our blood. You could also say winning the hunger games is in our blood too. I have countless siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents who must make up about half of our district's victors. When my family isn't weaving nets, their training, when they're not training they're telling stories about the past games. My whole family is what you would expect of a typical career family; we have a violent attitude when it's needed, we think we're better than the rest, we think the games are a good thing, a way to take out the weak and keep order as well. Sometimes I think that my family thinks they're from the capitol.

Then there's me. The one who wishes that she was alive when Katniss Everdeen, also known as the Mockingjay, had started the revolution. The one who wishes the revolution had worked, instead of being snuffed out when it was just a flickering flame. The one who is content to make nets for the rest of her life, not have eternal glory by killing a bunch of helpless kids (well most of them are helpless anyways). There's me, who always dreads her birthday because it means it's also the day of the reaping.

"Chella! What are you doing sitting all alone? I thought you said you were training?" my brother, Mell, is walking towards me. He's the latest in our family of victors after winning last year's games. I had pretended to be happy for him when he got picked. I had put on a pretty good show I think, but on the inside I just kept thinking How could he want this? How could anyone want to go in those games, to see friends and loved ones kill and be killed?

"Oh, right. Well, I decided to take a break. You know, don't want to overexert myself." actually, I had just thrown a knife for about 5 minutes, then stopped. I got a bulls eye each time.

"Saving yourself for the games in case you get picked?" Mell winks at me. My whole family was under the impression that I was going to volunteer this year. I am the only one out of my six other siblings who hadn't been in the games yet. Oh, and I guess I should mention that all of them had won too. I guess they also thought I was going to volunteer because of all of the time I have spent 'training'. My 'training' usually included 5 minutes of knife throwing, then a couple hours of net weaving, or swimming in the ocean. The latter two activities helped me to imagine a different world. One without the games, and sometimes it worked so well that on the walk home when I saw kids training with each other I would almost go into shock when I realized that my dreams had been just that. Dreams.

"Was there a reason you came over here?" I ask, changing the topic.

"Oh yeah, dinner'll be ready soon. Mom's making your favourite too, mashed potatoes with gravy and roast beef, for your birthday."

"Okay, I'll be home in a sec. Just let me gather up my stuff." Fun. Time to hang out with the family, who if they knew my real opinion on the games would probably disown me.

Ashton's POV:

I can't sleep. It isn't just from the lack of food in my system, but also from the fact that tomorrow is the reaping. I'm not sure how many times my name is entered, I know it's over thirty at least. I accept tessera every year, not only for myself but for my two siblings as well. For the past five years we have been getting extra rations, but it never seemed to be enough. We still go hungry many nights. Life in the Seam caused for drastic measures.

Tonight, like every night, my mum told the three of us the story about how Katniss had started a revolution. Unfortunately the Capital had been quick to put it out. In the process of doing so Katniss and Peeta have disappeared, never to be seen again. My mum also told us stories about rumours that Katniss and Peeta were still alive, and were making plans for another revolution. Most people didn't believe in these rumours. For one thing it has been 26 years since they disappeared and nothing has happened. I was like my mum though, I hold hope that these rumours are more than rumours. That the Mockingjay is out there, planning to take down the Capital for good. With the fourth quarter quell this year it will be crazy, and what's crazier than the revolution being reborn?

A/N: So I hope you enjoyed it, now please REVIEW! Thanks :)

A/N2: also I'm sorry if I switched between past and present throughout the story, I'm really trying to work on not doing that but sometimes I don't catch it