A/N-Hello Hello my friends! So glad you decided to stop by/ keep reading. So I don't really have a schedule yet for uploading but I just kinda post when I have the time! Hope you guys don't mind. Yesterday, we had a snow day at school and it was so nice because I had time to write. So yeah I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer- It is literal goals to write the hunger games, but obviously I did not write the series.

Song of the Chapter- Timshel by Mumford & Sons- genuinely one of my favorites by Mumford & Sons

The train is just as exquisite as usual. The Capitol takes indulgence to another level, as much as I hate it, sometimes I find myself guilty of thinking some of its style as beautiful. Everything in the Capitol is intricate, I do admire simplicity but the complexity of the Capitol fascinates me. I sit down at the table where Mags and Rowan are seated. I sit next to Mags and Annie follows, sitting across from me and next to Rowan.

"How do we even survive this," I hear Rowan murmur under his breath.

Mags begins to go off on her usual explanation. First she talks about befriending the careers.

"The careers, which you two may or may not know as the tributes from one and two," She states, "These four tribute are extremely dangerous and have been training for the games ever since they are around ten years of age" Mags mentions, lowering her voice. She isn't supposed to know about one and two's training but she has a knack for finding things out.

"However, if you find that you can keep up with their pack and are confident in your abilities, I do not see the problem with allying with them," I chime in. "That ensures protection for you guys, for the beginning of the games, unless you mess up on something, which can cause a fatal injury or death," I add, trying to sound as serious as possible.

I joined the career pack, because they simply asked for me to join them. They saw how I used a trident and were genuinely interested in me working with them. It was the female from District Two and me that were the last two tributes in my games. I stabbed her with my trident before she could slit my throat with her knives. This is what being a mentor fostered. Not just am I raising a pig for slaughter but also, I am confronted with the awful memories that constantly haunt my mind.

"Sometimes, joining the careers is your best bet, but if you don't feel comfortable with it, go with your gut. Make alliances with other people. Or you two can just be each others allies and work together, which can be very efficient," I say. Annie and Rowan look at each other and I could tell that they were going to stick together.

Mags and I continue to talk to them about things in the arena. Sponsors, how to find food, shelter, water, etc. They both listen intently. These actions show some sort of promise. I just thought to myself that I had to get Annie out of that arena. There is just something about her that I cannot resist. She was so beautiful and kind, yet so demure. It was just so attractive to me. After our talk with both the tributes, Mags and I came to the consensus that it was time to meet with the tributes individually so we could get to know them better.

"So Annie, tell me about yourself. I want to know about your family, friends, school, your favorite things to do, just tell me," I implore to her while looking into her green eyes.

We sit down on a bench and she turns to me, "I really don't have the most interesting life," She says softly, "I have an older brother and a mother. My mother makes nets for the fisherman that live in the south of the District. She works extremely hard every single day of the week to keep us afloat. My brother work as a crustacean fisherman, he goes to the rough water and crabs. He works for the Mr. Crab chain here," She mentions.

"Oh, I've been there! The crab is great," O say enthusiastically. Annie smiles at me. What a charming smile she has.

"Yeah he really loves it. He's a thrill seeker. He is always the one to go out when the waves are really rough and surf just because he loves it," She says. She talks very highly of her brother, "He is truly wonderful, one of my closest friends." She smiles.

"That's really amazing. I wish my brother and I had that relationship," I give her a weak smile.

"As for friends, I really don't have many. My best friend is Fallon Spector. She's a year older than me and is so talented. She has the most beautiful voice. She writes lyrics for songs, and I play my flute to her singing," She says happily, "We just kind of get each other. I promised I would try to win for her," She looks me in the eye.

"Annie, you are a strong girl. You can totally get through this. Just need to have faith. You don't need to kill anyone if you don't want to," I say as I grasp her hands, "I promise I will do whatever I can to get you out of there and will get as many sponsors as you need. Just promise me one thing," I whisper to her.

"Yeah," She questions.

"You will not become the games. If you were to win, you won't let it get to your head too much," I say. I know if she wins she'll do the opposite, but I just want her to know.

"I promise," She says, trying to smile.

Annie and I were sort of having a moment when Vida calls, "We are finally here,"

I stand up and point out the window. I hate this ride. I hate the capitol. I hate its power. I hate snow. The only source of beauty here is the mountains that protect the city from invaders. One of my capitol companions did tell me a story. I remember whispering in my ear, "The reason why everyone in the capitol, district one, and district two are strong is because they are at altitude. I looked at her, questioning her validity of this point. "If you didn't know, One and Two are located in the mountains. Land that is near mountains is elevated. Most of the towns are at least elevated by 5000 feet however, there are a couple of towns that are as high as 10,000 feet. That is why those districts do so well. They are used to being starved of oxygen. Snow always makes sure that the games are at low altitude," She murmurs.

I was so genuinely shocked when she told me this however, it made a lot of sense. Damn Snow. He always has to do something to benefit his two pet districts. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.