A/N: And here it is! I have saved my Xover for a while, I wanted to start this first. It is my Hunger Games! But its not like a SYOT thingy. Although I may need a few name suggestions here and there and what not. :) I wrote this when I was a very inexperienced writer and looking at it, its absolutely horrible. But I'm using it as an outline! Like one of my Harry Potter fics that will get up here eventually. Old and is now an outline. But its really really long. Any way this is like the info about my character and then the next one will be the actual prologue. Here we go! It is set during the before the seventy fourth hunger games. The sixty ninth games I believe if I did my math right. That's the games right before Annie Cresta won. She was fourteen.
Title: Symphony of the Games
Rating: T(for now, may go up in case of blood!)
Disclaimer I do not own the Hunger Games. :(
Symphony Acrate
My names Symphony Acrate. I am now nineteen for the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. This will be my fourth year as a mentor and let me tell you it is hell as a mentor. Seeing those kids into the arena, to their deaths. The only reason I haven't succumbed to where Haymitch is, is because I am the last hope for those kids. They actually have a mentor who can try to help them. I don't know how much further I can go though. The night mares are constant. I have enough money to buy paper now that I am writing poetry and journaling constantly. That's my release. I wake up pen in hand, where as Haymitch wakes up with a knife, ready to kill.
I was good off as a person in District Twelve. I didn't live in the seam but I wasn't a towns girl either. I was some where in between. I was one of the most stubborn kids in my class so I didn't have a lot friends. This girl named Lily befriended me. Se was a merchants daughter and extremely shy so we found each other.
My family consisted of me, my younger sister Holly who is four years younger than me and my little brother Beaker who is a year younger than her. My mother works with Ruba the butcher. She is her favorite of her few employes and is her second in command. So we get more pay than others. My father works in the coal mines, our districts industry. Life could really be worse. We could live in the seam. I have my mothers softer face and dark black hair but my fathers piercing blue eyes. Its an unsettling combination and would scare people away. Others would be blonde and blue eyed or black and Grey eyed. I was the only mix. My skin was pale and I didn't tan very well, though I don't burn. My siblings got my fathers dark skin.
How could I forget to mention him? I mean he was my friend, my crush. I'm surprised he didn't come up first. His name is Mason Mellark. The oldest boy of the baker. He looks similar to his brothers Peeta and Nicholas. Ashy blonde hair, lare muscles. He was taller than his brothers who were a stout and stocky, he was lean, broad and tall. He was four years older than I was. Eighteen during the games I got sent into and my fellow tribute. It turned out that he loved me back, but being in the Hunger Games, well, you all know how that would end. We had teamed up a bit before the final eight. We knew we couldn't both live but we weren't thinking about that. We were just trying to stay alive. He died to send me home.
A/N: And theres Symphony! Odd name yes, but her mother loved music and thus this came. I was tempted to make Holly a Melody and the brother a girl and name her Harmony but that seemed like over kill. Hope you liked.