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So I'm back with another Hunger Games story. :) As some of you may have already known, I did a lot of work with my OC named Auramarina Marx. If you didn't know that, well, now you know. And before reading this, I suggest that you take a look at my previous story titled "Auramarina's Story" (classy name, right?). It's just a suggestion, but it would probably help if you read maybe five chapters before reading this, just so you can get a feel for Auramarina's personality and what she's all about.
Anyway, I hope you guys like this. :) It's a sort of comeback for my Hunger Games stories, since I've once again become utterly obsessed with the books after watching the movie on DVD.
It's been around seven years since I made it out of the 67th Hunger Games, and personally, I'm surprised that Snow hasn't tried to have me executed. After all, I did show him up. Rather, Finnick showed him up by saving me every time he tried to have me killed in that arena. My hate for Snow had never subsided since then.
Seven years with the famous Finnick Odair, and we still haven't gotten married or engaged or anything lovey dovey like that. Not that it bothers me. I could care less about a stupid piece of paper that basically just says, "Now, you are bonded to this person forever". Please. I have more important things to worry about. Like this: The 74th Hunger Games are here, and, lucky for me, I've been chosen to mentor.
I've mentored tributes before. But not voluntarily. Basically, if Mags or Cliona- previous female victors before me- don't feel like mentoring, I have to.
I met Cliona about six years ago, a few months after Finnick and I made it out of Snow's twisted second desert arena. She's a pretty woman in her mid-thirties with medium length pin-straight reddish-brown hair and blue-gray eyes that never cease the remind me of a storm cloud. She's not exactly "caring", but she isn't just plain hostile either. Let's just say, she's one of a kind.
Another victor I had never met until six years ago was a man named Delmar. Tall, heavily built, with jet black hair and pale green eyes that could kill you in an instant. However, his intimidating appearance is actually almost an exact parallel to his personality. Until then, I had never met anyone more father-like than Delmar Alta.
Now, one victor had kept a solid place in my head. Caspian Naunet. He was about the closest thing to "obsessed with himself" as I had seen in a while. He had blonde hair, like me, and green eyes, which were close in comparison to Finnick's, but still were nowhere near as charming. Caspian thinks he's such a looker, and an extreme lady killer. But, honestly, he was nothing more than a tool. And I'm sure I'm not the only one that would agree with the statement, "Caspian Naunet is almost nothing compared to Finnick Odair".
Unfortunately for me, none of those victors wanted to mentor this year. So now, I'm stuck with mentoring, a task I never really enjoyed. But I have a feeling that things might be different. I think we might have a real show this year.
