War. Terrible war. Widows... Orphans... A motherless child... This was the uprising that rocked our land many moons ago. Thirteen Districts rebelled against the country that fed them... loved them... protected them above all else... Brother turned on brother, sister turned on sister, family on family, until nothing remained but the ashes of what was once a utopia.
And then came the peace... Hard fought... Sorely and poorly won. A people – a united nation bent on freedom and peace – rose up from the dying ashes and sparks of what was once a place of utopian glee. And a new era was born. But freedom was a cost... When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation we would never know of this treason again... never speak it, never whisper hushed rumors of another uprising... another rebellion...
And so it was decreed that each year, the various citizens and districts in the country of Panem that each section would offer up in tribute one young man and one young woman, to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches and perfection for the rest of their life, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness to the rebels... to everyone.
This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.
Welcome to the 100th Annual Hunger Games.
First Hunger Games fanfiction. Be afraid; be very afraid.
Alternate Universes and Original Characters abound. If you don't like either of these things, then I'm afraid this isn't the fanfiction for you.
