The Fallen

by Love-Kazz

The war in Panem is over and the Capitol have won. After a few weeks, they announce that they will hold the Hunger games for all the districts to compete in. When Amber is chosen as the first female tribute from district 12 she is thrown into a starnge environment where she must train and fight to the death. Does she have the strength and ability to become the lone victor?

This is my first attempt at writing so it might not be any good. The first chapter is a back story and is a bit relevant to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of the Hunger games or anything from the book. I only own my character that I have made up ;)

Fifty years earlier…

Outside the tiny wooden hut that the old lady, Migelda, called a home, a horrendous storm was brewing. Most of the villagers were tucked away in their homes, safe and sleeping, but at this late hour, a select few were gathered around the crooked mahogany table, the cloaked figure telling them her latest news. 'One day, not to close to now, perhaps a few dozen years away, maybe a little…' she droned on. She was a trustworthy source of future happenings, but she did talk about the less important details a hell of a lot.

'Will you just get to the point quickly please, it's frickin' freezing in here', spoke the voice in the dark corner of the room. None of the buildings in the whole village had a source of heating, but this one on particular was the most old-fashioned, therefore it had no sense of warmth about it and it was always cold within the walls, though Migelda herself never showed any signs of coldness.

The old lady temporarily raised her head to glare in the general direction of the interruption before continuing. 'As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, there will be dreadful war with two sides. The stronger will come out ahead of the other, and leave sorrow and destruction for their opponents. The winner will cause the death of young.' The crooked lady stood and turned to walk away before being stopped by another voice.

'What could you possibly mean? War and death of young, this makes no sense', spoke a rough, deep voice. 'When will this happen?' came a high-pitched and worried voice. A sense of confusion ran throughout the hut. For the first time ever, no one understood her telling completely. She simply replied with 'All I can say is childs will compete and one shall survive. The only advice I can give is prepare for great combat.'

Everyone was shocked as they left shelter to enter the dark and stormy night. They bore what could possibly have been terrible news.

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