Hey guys just a few things I would like to clear up before you read this story. So as mentioned Solara won the 72nd hunger games, in this story Cato wasn't in the 74th hunger games he was the winner of the 73rd hunger games and Katniss and Peeta have already won the 74th hunger games. I hope you enjoy

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Solara woke up in an unfamiliar bed, tangled in unfamiliar sheets but this feeling was not unfamiliar at all. In fact it was a rather familiar feeling. Solara blinked a few times trying to determine if this was a dream or reality. The lines between them both were hard for Solara to distinguish now. Solara was once a care free girl who dreamed big and didn't have a worry in the world. That was before she was reaped and was named Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games. Solara wasn't crazy or mental from her experience, she was however distant at times and she had withdrawn herself from the world building up walls so she didn't have to feel or deal with any of the emotions that came with dealing with the consequences of the actions you choose to take in the arena.

Solara heard the shower running in the distant bathroom, a muffled male voice singing behind the closed door. Solara sighed untangling herself from the soft silk turquoise sheets that could only be found in the Capitol. Solara gathered up her under garments and red dress placing them back onto her naked body. Walking over to a vanity mirror on the wall, Solara quickly glanced at her reflection to make sure her makeup was not smudged all over her face not spending too much time looked at the reflection she has come to hate.

The shower turned off and a tall built man with dark hair and eyes entered the room in a towel, he wasn't from the Capitol. Solara vaguely remembered him mention he was a high executive of the electrical company from District three.

He smiled as he noticed Solara standing in the middle of the room, now fully clothed. "Last night was amazing," He had a goofy grin on his face, he might have been attractive if the circumstances were different. "Well worth the price." He walked over and kissed Solara's cheek. Solara felt disgusted as he said the last part.

"Is there anything else you need?" Solara's voice came out cold and harsh. He shook his head not bothering to look at her. Solara nodded her head and stalked out of the room taking the large envelope off the counter near the door.

Three peace keepers stood outside the door waiting to escort Solara to President Snow. Solara was surprised as she saw a man sitting opposite President Snow in his office, the mysterious man was facing away from Solara so she could only see a head of bronze coloured hair.

"Ah Miss Leery wonderful of you to join us finally," He gestures to a seat and Solara sat in the chair next to the other man.

"I was previously occupied in an important engagement." Solara said politely though her eyes watch President Snow coldly.

"Ah yes I am aware of this, Finnick was occupied in an engagement the same." President Snow drawled, Solara watched as the man she now knew as Finnick Odair the victor of the 65th Hunger Games snapped his head up and the most incredible sea green eyes met Solara's own blue eyes.

"Was there something you wanted President Snow or were you just checking up on me?" Solara sighed not wanting to play a part in whatever scheme President Snow had cooked up for Finnick and herself.

"Now, now Solara it does not pay to be hostile." Solara felt like slapping him, if he wanted to scold her for being hostile, she would give him hostile. "Did you get what I asked Solara?"

Solara nodded her head and handed the envelope over the President Snow's out stretched hand.

"I had no doubt in you Solara." Solara nodded, not really caring in what the man had to say. "And in return." President Snow handed Solara a small vile of navy blue liquid. Finnick looked at the vile curiously, wondering what it was. Now knowing that the rumours about Solara Leery were indeed true, just like the rumours about himself, he knew that whatever was in that vile was quite important to Solara.

"I have a job for you both, I am throwing a ball in a week's time here in the Capitol. I need some volunteers to go to each district and personally invite the Victors to my ball." President Snow said watching the fear flash onto Solara's face while Finnick kept his face passive.

"Isn't there someone else?" Solara asked her voice now had a sound of desperation as she fought to keep control of her emotions.

"I'm sorry Solara but the decision is final." President Snow smiled; Solara noted that he didn't look at all sorry.

"Which District's?" Finnick finally voiced.

"I cannot give you that information at the minute. I'm currently working on recruiting more Volunteers to help." President Snow continued to smile.

"When?" Solara asked.

"I'll let you know," He said and dismissed the two and they walked out of the office and into the florescent light of the hallway.

"I'm Finnick Odair," Finnick announced.

"I know," Solara replied.

"You're Solara Leery victor of the 72nd Hunger games," It wasn't a question so Solara just kept her head forward ignoring Finnick's presence. "How old are you?"

"18," Solara confirmed, Finnick wasn't sure if he was shocked or disgusted at the new information, she was still a teenager and she was forced into a life much like the hell he was living in. "You don't have to feel sorry for me." Solara said as she stopped outside a mahogany door that Finnick assumed that was the room she stayed in while at the Capitol.

"I wasn't…" Finnick stuttered.

"Yes you were," she nodded and stepped inside the door, closing it behind her leaving a flabbergasted Finnick outside in the hall. Solara stripped off and heading straight for the bathroom room, she ran the hot water and stepped in. letting the steaming hot scented water wash into her muscles. She scrubbed herself until she was satisfied that the reminded of the man from last night no longer lingered on her body. Solara stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a soft towel before blow drying her dark luscious locks. She looked up at saw her reflection in the mirror, her hair hung over her left shoulder as she dried it, her sun kissed skin smooth and shiny; she gently touched the light pink scar that rang across her collar bone. Then she finally met her own eyes in the mirror, as blue as the sky on a cloudless day but they didn't hold the warmth they used to, the warmth that added to her beauty, they were hallow, an empty shell of what used to be. A single tear slid down Solara's cheek she quickly brushed it away and dressed herself.

Solara picked up the vile President Snow had given her and threw her head back draining the contents. She lay down on her bed and quickly drifted into a dreamless sleep, all the memories from the Games, all the faceless men she'd been forced to stay the night with drifted from her memories as the blue liquid wiped those bad memories from her mind.

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