Dying Embers

by onceawriter

The final Hunger Games, where the Capitol children are Tributes. One mistake and your life is over. Wren Fairbane knows she will probably die, but she's going out fighting. She makes 3 rules- Do not show weakness. Do not show emotion. Do not hesitate to kill. But sometimes, the Games don't go the way you thought they would...

1. The Beginnning

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Prologue

Katniss Mellark reached her hand into the big glass bowl. My name was in there, somewhere, written on a piece of paper. It's going to be me.

My heart pounded wildly at the thought. It's not going to be me, I promised myself. It did nothing to calm me down. I felt scared, and sorry. Even if it wasn't my fault. This was the last ever Hunger Games, where all the childen of the Capitol aged 12 to 18 were put into the reaping. If I had known what was happening, I wouldn't have liked it, would I? I asked myself. When the 75th Annual Hunger Games finished, I was 9 years old, too young to understand what was happening. I didn't really watch the Games anyway, I only really started watching them to see the girl on fire.

I always wanted her and Peeta Mellark to win. But now it didn't matter where my sympathies lied. "Mallory Caprice." Katniss called out. I allowed myself a small breath of relief. Only 3 more girls left. The odds were starting to be in my favour. Somewhere in the crowd behind me, pink haired, 14 year old Mallory started sobbing, and stepped forward. Katniss's face showed no emotion, but I think that's because she was told to do the job, nothing more, nothing less. I knew that she had kids, she wouldn't want to see innocent children suffer so much.

Except, she already had seen children suffer. And we weren't all that innocent. Because we were born in the Capitol, our lives were ruined. "Delphi Holloway." Katniss's voice said eerily quiet. Two more girls left.

Delphi stepped up towards the stage silently, her face blank with shock. She was 16. I used to know her, at school. She was in my class. She was a nice girl. "Thistle Lockhearst." Was the next girl. She was a frightened, shaking 12 year old. She seemed too fragile for the Games- with blonde hair and blue eyes she looked like a china doll ready to break at any moment.

Katniss's eyes watched her as she made her way to the stage. She must be remembering her sister- who kind of resembled Thistle. One more girl left.
The whole crowd stood still. " Wren Fairbane"

I couldn't breathe as I made my way up to the stage. This was it. I was going to die.