Introducution
They envied us: they said we would be the free generation. We were called the born fighters because we were born into rebellion. We were going to be the first generation that didn't have to suffer the powers of the Capitol.
Little did they know the rebellion was going to fail. The Capitol was furious and the things our parents were subjected to were an eighth as painful of what was to come. My parents didn't realize what was set to happen when they decided to have me. They thought my life would be full of joy and happiness, and I couldn't blame them. The people were set to be free in less than a year: it would have been a wonderful time to have their first child, a child that wouldn't have to be put through the same pain and hardship they had once endured. It all changed when my mother was four months pregnant.
She tells the story to me with so much loss grief. Around the time when they found out my mother was pregnant, they took out District 13. The Districts began to slowly retreat, realizing that we weren't going to be able to defeat the Capitol. District 4, the District in which I was born into, was the third District to retreat. It once again accepted the Capitol as its leader.
My father disagreed with this. She says he went out fighting, swarmed by Capitol Peacekeepers. He fought for the life of his wife and unborn child. Nearly three months after his death, I, Magdalene Roth, was born. Born into a world they never thought would happen: a very unforgiving world.
