"Eriswen Seytonson!" I heard Effie's high pitched voice called through the microphone and my heart stopped. That was my little sister's name they called… oh shit! I looked around desperately and when I saw her I started to shout.
"No! Eriswen! I volunteer!"
Everyone standing in my way moved as I ran forward. My long red and black hair was pulled back into an intricately braided bun and somewhere in there I had a single silvery streak in there weaved along with the other strands.
"Eriswen I'm so sorry…" I said to her as father carried her away
"DRAVINWEN! NO!" She screamed aloud as she was carried and the peacekeepers swarmed around me as I went to the front of the stage with Effie.
"And what is your name?" Effie asked me holding the microphone towards my mouth.
"Dravinwen Seytonson." I answered quietly looking out into the crowd and hot tears were coming to my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed to my father and mother standing in the crowd. Effie nodded her head and she said, "That must have been your sister then?"
"Yes…" I whispered quietly into the microphone and then Effie squeaked, "Let's give her a warm round of applause!" as she clapped her hands everyone placed three fingers against their lips and saluted me.
"I'm so screwed… how a short seventeen year old like me be able to avoid dying?" I thought incredulously.
"Now onto the boys." Effie said afterwards and I caught sight of Haymitch's stare as I stood there, his seam grey eyes cutting into mine and I gave him a scared look.
He just stared back at me as I heard the next name, "Lukis Rossan."
I looked around as he came forward; he had the usual look for a boy from the Seam. Dark hair, olive skin, grey eyes and tall.
"Congratulations to our two victors and remember may the odds be ever in your favour." She said finishing everything off and then we were whisked away.
