WARNING: The prologue is kind of a slow read. I'm usually slow at starting stories. I hope you like it anyway, and you continue to read all the chapters to come. I promise it'll get more interesting. At least this one is pretty short.
Katniss walked hand in hand with the president through the forest. This was one of the few, precious times that he was in District 12 with her. He was her only true friend–he maybe could even be considered a lover.
They walked until they reached a cabin. It was a small place, far enough through the woods for Gale, or anybody else to find them. She knew Gale wouldn't approve of their relationship.
Cornelius Snow led her into the cabin and gestured for her to sit. She sat in a small chair by the fireplace, and he retreated into what looked like the kitchen.
He came back out of the kitchen, holding two cups. He poured a small quantity of tea into her cup and sat in a chair adjacent to her own. He finally spoke, "The Reaping is next week. I'll do everything in my power to make sure your name isn't drawn."
She shook her head. "My name is only in twenty times, and, besides, that isn't fair. Why do you do the Games anyway?"
His eyes grew dark. "Just drink your tea. You need to get back before your friend realizes you're gone."
"He'll have already realized I'm gone. Gale and I scheduled a hunting trip for today, and I'm late."
"Then you best get going," he said, sounding outrageously bored. Then he tilted her head up so she looked into his eyes, "You know I can just have food brought to you, such an arrogant girl, not accepting my offers. Don't get caught."