Prologue

I'm going to volunteer for the 75th Hunger games. The Quarter Quell will have a special twist this time. The message President Snow wants to get across is that the Capital will help those who deserve it. That means no cornucopia; weapons will be there of course, but no supplies. You're left to live off of the natural resources of the environment you're put in.

I am dressed up as best as I can with a nice-ish pair of pants and shirt. No one will truly know why I'm going to volunteer and I don't think they will care for the time being, but they will later. I have no friends, no family. My father died in a mining accident before I was born and my mother was killed by peacekeepers when I was 9. Since my mother died, I have been hunting past the fence, working for people at the Hob, stealing food, and I also predict the winner of the Games of the men who bet. I am usually right except for last year, who would have thought Peeta would live. The Capital has killed everyone I ever knew. So if I died in the arena no one would miss me, no one needs the burden to grieve my death with them I have enough of that myself. I needed to stand up for the name my mother gave me, Dominitia Miles a name that would feared by the Capital, that's what my mother always said. I going to make it reality