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It just wasn't real. I felt like it couldn't be real. It was too sudden and unexpected. But I walked forward, although my feet felt like they weren't even mine. I moved up towards the stage and the next thing I knew, I was facing the crowd and standing beside Mr. Pentwinkle.

"Our two tributes!" he cried out joyfully. "Harry Molton and Rosolin Parks!"

Hardly anyone clapped.

"Now before we proceed towards our capitol, do we have any volunteers?" he asked.

It was a useless question. No one ever willingly put themselves in to volunteer from out district. From the career districts maybe, but not from our district. We were farmers, not fighters.

I glanced towards the crowd one last time before I was taken away. I saw my mother crying into dad's shoulder while dad only looked towards me with a grave face. It was like deja-vu for them. Only worse.

How was it deja-vu exactly? Well, five years ago the same thing happened, only for my older brother. He was thirteen at the time, so he was younger than how old I am now and no one volunteered for him either. He was immediately killed in the initial bloodbath by a career tribute from District 2. Ever since then my family had each taken a different view towards the games.

My mother cried every year.

Dad always prayed but with a grave face.

As for me, I hated the games. But more than anything, I hated all the Careers I saw from District 2. Usually they won the games. I hated them. I hated and hated and hated them almost as much as I hated the Capitol and their sick humor.

Just thinking about this as I made my way along with the Peacekeepers, I thought up a new idea.

I couldn't win the games. I was pretty well built for a girl but I wasn't good at handling weapons of any kind and I although I could probably win if it came to just hand on hand combat, I was powerless against any sort of blade.

I'd die all right.

Only, maybe I could make something worth it if I had to be in the games in the first place.

I could always avenge my brother's death.

I couldn't kill the exact person who killed him. That person, Skit Barks, was already a mentor and chances were that he was going to be training this year's tributes.

But what if I could kill a Career from District 2? I smiled slightly. Yes, that would be enough.


My brother was named Lucas. We were almost like twins looks-wise since we both imitated our father's brown locks of hair and bright green eyes. He was built well enough for a thirteen year old, but he'd only gotten a rating of 5 when he had been sent up to be evaluated by the Game Makers.

His death seemed so useless even now...

I thought over and over about my plan (which I had no intention to reveal) while I waited for my mother and father to come say goodbye to me.

Mother came first. At first she sobbed but then when I only stared down at her, she composed herself and kissed me.

"You try..." she whispered and then was taken out of the room.

Then dad came. He handed me a small wooden cross which he made me kiss three times before tucking it in my pocket.

"For your token," he said.

I handed it back to him, knowing it wouldn't do me any good. "Dad, get a hold of yourself," I said. Religion was a powerful thing but I wasn't aiming to win. I would try like mother told me to but...I just couldn't win.

He nodded and then embraced me. "Say hi to Lucas for me," he said and then he too was taken out of the room.

Looking down after he left, I realized that he'd still put left the cross in my hand. I sighed and tucked it into my pocket,but I got a bit of strength from it.

Then I remembered dad's last words to me. He also knew that I wasn't going to make it.

He was no dreamer.

And then before I knew it, I was on the train and it was time to leave.


Ok, this is the first chapter! This is basically only to give you an idea of Rosolin's brother and how she came up with her plan as well as the part when she leaves her parents. Clearly her dad's thinking and her thinking are similar while her mom kind of hopes for the impossible.

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