He had heard about her. There were whispers in the training camp, of a girl from District 1 who had surpassed all expectations and was going to volunteer for this year's Games. She had a name, of course, but it was one simply too frivolous for him to remember, or to remotely care about.

Until the reaping.

One, obviously went first, numerical order being followed. A small girl walked solemnly up the stage, but the second she reached by the representative - a harsh-looking woman with dark features and a tight bun - there was a shout from the crowd.

"I volunteer."

And then he saw her. Glimmer was never a name he would forget again. She was an admirable opponent, a fierce fighter, and not that he would ever have admitted it, but a beautiful and strong woman.

From the minute she had called out "Glimmer" as an answer to the representative's question, her name couldn't escape his mind.

It only escaped from his mouth, however, as the last Mutt tore into his throat. A soft sigh, a short cry, even, and then he was gone.

It might have eased his passing to know that his name was her last exclamation as well