Authors Note: Hello, readers, friends and complete and outermost strangers. This is a side story for my two other stories. It's a way that the readers could get a little more insight on the upcoming mentors. We won't here from them in a while, as we are still in the reaping. Enjoy and leave a review.
Alto Dawn POV
Sarah, Vince. I'm doing this for you. My metal plate rises. I'm immediately blinded by the sunlight. I look around. We're all spread out around the cornucopia. Each of us on our metal plates. The salt water sits still, adding to the suspense. I look deep into the mound of the cornucopia, but I can only see weapons. There are two ways of getting there. One, swim. But that's not really an option for me. Two, walk among the walkways. But that'll mean that I will run into another tribute. Then the last option is to turn around, run and come back later.
The gong goes off and I have to make a decision. I'm sprinting into the bloodbath. The tribute to my right is the little boy from 10. I run past him and into the cornucopia. I grab a sword and some knives, before I turn and run.
I duck just in time. The older woman from district 1 throws a spear at me. I duck again, but keep on moving towards the foliage. The jungle isn't very inviting, but neither are the screams behind me. I hope Lucy survives. She's only twelve. As my district partner, I should hope she does well. She doesn't deserve to die, but none of us do. But, I have to make it back. For my family. My wife and my son. They'll push me through this. I continue to run, deep into the jungle. It's extremely humid, because I can't stop sweating.
I here rustling behind me and I instinctively turn to encounter my foe. It's the fifty year old from seven. He looks just as startled as I do. No doubt he has a family, a home and a life. We both don't deserve to be here. We're both over eighteen. It's no fair.
His axe is still poised to attack, but he stops and says," Allies?"
I think about it, but don't let my guard down. I extend my hand out so he can shake it. And shake it he does. But we both know. Know that it can only be temporary. Only one of us can survive and I swear for my family, it'll be me.
The 75th Hunger Games was the third Quarter Quell. The age limit for reaping was 12-75. But, every citizen only had one slip entered. The Quarter Quell was just as exciting as they anticipated. While the reaping from the career districts were more intense than usual, this year was bound for excitement. Eight people died in the bloodbath. Both old and young, as twelve year old Lucy. Alto Dawn became allies with the fifty year old, Cilan Matthews, and they were a team to be reckoned with. Quickly discovering the trick of this year's arena, they always were a step ahead. They worked well together, while the other tributes slowly died off. But, they slipped up. The poisonous fog, that has already claimed three lives, took Cilan's. Distraught over his good friends death, Alto wandered into an unknown section. There, the fabled mockingjays were ruthless. He heard the agonizing screams of his wife, his son, and his parents over and over. Giving up and remaining in a crouched position for many hours, several more tributes died. Confused and half mad, Alto emerged from the jungle with only three other tributes remaining. The boy from three was killed by Alto and the man from two finished the older woman from six. In the finale, Alto fought for twenty-four minutes before finishing off his adversary. So, by a knife to the back, Alto became the victor of the 75th Hunger Games. At twenty-eight years of age, Alto Dawn also became the oldest tribute to ever win the Hunger Games.
Authors Note: So basically, the quarter quell was different. The arena was the same and the rebellion never happened. Both Katniss and Peeta won, but no one was allowed to do the multiple suicide again. So, I know it was small, but I hope you enjoyed.