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I lived. No one else did. That makes me guilty.

This was the mindset that Paolina Guignard had been trying to shake for the last year.

Ever since she'd barely escaped the arena with her life, she'd played that moment with Brett over and over again, wondering if there was anything she could have done to stop it. Of course, had it not been her, it would have been him.

The Careers don't deserve it. It's a good thing I won.

But was it? After all, Paolina Guignard had made it through her whole Games without harming a single tribute, surely something that could grant her some brownie points with God, or Whoever was running the show up there. It had been pure dumb luck that she had survived.

As Paolina got dressed, she knew that today was going to be a day that she had dreaded for a long time. But she had no choice. As a victor from District 9, she had to mentor tributes from her district. That was just the way things went, and, more than anything, Paolina was scared of death. If you went against the Capitol as a victor, while they were unlikely to punish you due to victors being granted special status over the rest of Panem, your family was in the firing line. No one could escape the Capitol's wrath.

Well, at least I'm not a hooker, she thought as she pulled on some panties.

The previous victor, Margaret Malachi, had become good friends with Paolina over the last year. She was still studying in college, though, and Paolina had nothing to do but draw, watch TV, and try to stay in shape. She wasn't going to turn to alcohol or morphling, because she viewed it as her moral responsibility to remember Brett, and Taysom...Taysom...

Taysom Resinworth of District 7 had volunteered to save his severely ill cousin. Paul, in spite of the best treatment his family could afford, had died, joining Taysom in whatever came after life. Paolina knew that she still had plenty to do here. She had to mentor these tributes, so that they could hopefully make it through their Games. Even though it would require the deaths of 23 others...

I can't do this, Paolina thought. I just can't.

But the Reaping was about to begin, so she had to go to the town square. With one last look at her home in the Victor's Village (once she was properly dressed, of course), she tore down the street, arriving in the square just in time.

And, as the escort drew the first name, Paolina began to get very nervous for all of the potential tributes there. It gave her flashbacks to her own Reaping.

Well...let's make sure that we have another winner from Nine, she thought.


I elected to delete Underworld. It wasn't an easy decision, and I had said I wasn't doing another SYOT, but old habits die hard. Here is the form:

Name:

Age:

District:

Gender:

Appearance:

Weapon of choice:

Strategy:

Suggested score:

Family:

Reaped/volunteered:

Background:

Personality:

Face claim:

Anything else:

Updates for this will be a little slower in coming. I was criticized before for updating too fast, but that won't be the case this time. I'm writing a Star Fox fic at the same time as this, which likely won't be finished for two months or more. Once I'm done with that, I'll write this much faster, especially once my school lets out for the summer. It's my sophomore year, and things are starting to count!

I hope you will review this chapter, and enjoy Four Seasons: The 65th Hunger Games!

EDIT 3/10/17- I have gone back and fixed up a mistake in this chapter. Thank you to St. Elmo's Fire for pointing that misspelling out. Also, I'm at 100 views already. YES!