They say the games go back over a hundred years ago. Some say they made up the number 113 to make us think it has lasted that long. I don't know what to believeanymore. Love, passion, cruelty, hate. They all go along with the hell they call the Hunger Games. I say it is a devil's act to make children fight to the death for the mere token of wealth. It is a despicable deed and there is nothing any of us can do about it. And that is what kills me to watch my friends, my family, even my enemies to go off to the Capitol with less than a shiver of hope of coming back. I can no longer be chosen to go for my time has ended as pawn in their games. I am to old though my eyes and ears are functional still. I can still hear the cries and see the pain in the faces of those I know. All because of those damn games. The lives of many could be spared with the light at the end of the tunnel.
But none of us ever make it out of the dark in time to reach it.
End of prologue.