A/N: Holy! It's been quite awhile since I have posted any fanfiction, so I reckon I've gotten a little rusty! Regardless, I hope you enjoy my first HG story!
In the Presence of Darkness.
Prologue.
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Sometimes life just wasn't fair.
In fact, it was far from.
Life was a cruel bitch, who at any moment could chase away even the biggest of dreams.
That no matter how hard you tried to succeed, some sort of debilitating force would come along, and leave you absolutely hopeless.
Yes, this was one lesson that Peeta Mellark had learned quite well.
Although, from growing up in village that was well below the poverty line, you would think that he'd be accustomed to it by now. That he would know better than to let his desires get out of hand, and allow silly daydreams to invade his thoughts. What with the constant shortage of food, and the ever so fast approach of the Hunger Games, everyone had more than their fair share of worries to uphold.
But not Peeta.
He was different.
He was a creationist, a dreamer.
Someone who believed that tomorrow always held the promise of being a greater day than the present.
Part of this character might have been a result from his role as a Baker's son, and his duty to turn simple slabs of dough into beautiful entities of bread. However, Peeta was sure that his positive mind set stemmed from his secret passion to paint. The way in which one hard line draw roughly across a canvas could be changed into even the softest of strokes was more than enough to give him hope for the future.
Yes.
Someday, life in the Districts would be easy.
They would be peaceful.
Fair even.
Or at least, that's what he dreamed.