Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. Thank you to SnowKat15 for Beatrix and Ellis Moquette, to LokiThisisMadness for Cian Odell, and anonymous-pitcher-plant for Anika Rhodes

District One Reapings: Restless Dreams

Beatrix Moquette: District One Campaigner Age 18

"Come on!" Beatrix called to her brother, eager to get to the square.

"I'm coming. I'm coming!" Ellis insisted, trailing behind her. Their parents beamed behind them as they dashed out into the bright sunlight. Beatrix couldn't wait to get to the Reapings! This year more than any other she was flustered with anticipation.

It was the moment of truth. She had worked for this moment ever since the announcement of the quarter quell. It was true, she wasn't the only one who had campaigned; she had some pretty fierce competition, but she could only hope she had pulled it off. Now it was up to her district, to the adults who had finished voting just hours ago. Her fate was in their hands.

They lined up as they usually did, as though it were an ordinary reaping. Then again, nothing in District one had been normal, not in the years since the training academy had started up. And certainly not since last year. Beatrix knew that if she were selected, she would have been a lot stronger than the girl last year, the girl who had given up even before the fight began. Beatrix knew undoubtedly she could do it.

"You'll do great," Ellis said goodbye to her as the boys separated from the girls. He smiled and she grinned back, a little nervous. What if she wasn't selected? It would be her last chance and all the faith her family had in her, her brother had in her, would be for naught. She waved at him one last time as he disappeared into the crowd. At least he knew he wouldn't have anything to worry about. With all of the better options, there was no way a twelve year old child who showed little interest in Career training would be voted into the Games. Not when so many other eighteen-year-old boys were as desperate as she was to be chosen.

She stood beside the other girls her age, the other hopefuls as the crowd assembled. Her entire sections seemed equally giddy. In fact, she recognized most of the other girls in her row from the training academy. She waved to her friend Gemma just a couple of girls down the line. If she wasn't chosen maybe Gemma would be. They all deserved it, she supposed.

She saw the mentors lining up onstage, Blake looking even more as annoyed at being there as he did every year. He wouldn't have to come and mentor this year, though. He should at least be grateful for that. Since Fedelmid had won it had been he and Echo who had taken on the academy and any responsibilities that came with the Games. All he really had to do now was sit there and look pretty.

Sabinus, the new escort, instead of pulling a name from the reaping bowl, as was traditional stood before them.

"Welcome to the first quarter quell. As ordained by our president, this year, as you may know, the members of the districts over 18 have elected one male and one female tribute to be our representatives this year. There will be no changes to these votes, no volunteers. For the females: Beatrix Moquette."

"Yes!" Beatrix exclaimed, nearly leaping out of her skin. She gave Gemma a high five and hugged a couple of the girls around her before dashing to the stage. She couldn't believe it! As she approached she could see Blake rolling his eyes as he did every time someone was excited to be in the Games. She stood there proud, awaiting her district partner.

Blake Mahner: District One Mentor

It was almost over. They were halfway done with selecting the fools who didn't know what they were getting themselves into Blake tried not to look at the girl with the feelings of derision he felt. This year of all years, why would anyone have wanted to take on the Games. If they knew the Capitol at all, if they had paid attention, or if their parents had warned them, they would have known that the Capitol was going to take last year's betrayal out on District One. They should have known to stay away this year. To have someone die in the Games was not a shame, but for a Career district to have a volunteer commit suicide before even entering the arena, it was utterly unheard of. Since she obviously couldn't pay the price, they would take it out on whoever the tributes from their district were.

Yet they had taken the bait. This girl, and, no doubt, the next name that would be read, had decided to play into the games. They were pawns and they didn't even know it. They had probably fooled themselves into thinking they were volunteering for the pride of the district or to take command of their own lives. They couldn't have been anymore wrong.

"For the boys, Cian Odell." Blake rolled his eyes again. But this time he recognized the name. He, of course, remembered the boy from six years ago, from the eighteenth annual games, who, as he saw the figure emerge from the 18 year old section.

As Cian emerged, equally as exuberant as Beatrix, he bore such a striking resemblance to the figure from years past that Blake almost thought he was having a flashback. Killian Odell had trained as well, had longed to be in the games, with a desire that Blake didn't understand. It was with equal enthusiasm that he shook Beatrix's hand.

"Ladies and gentleman," Sabinus announced. "Your district one first round tributes!" An applause went up before the audience realized what he was saying, but Blake was a lot faster. Before the applause died down Blake glared accusingly at Sabinus who met his gaze and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. The two tributes already onstage hadn't heard him clearly as they were both starting to head offstage. Even Khalani and Fedelmid hadn't caught on. Blake wanted to yell at them, to point out exactly how terrible this was, but he didn't care enough anymore. Terrible things happened in Panem, and they would continue to happen. All Blake could do was sit back and watch, and remember that at least it wasn't his life on the line any more.

Eventually Sabinus raised his arms for silence and everyone once again looked up. "Attention! We will now draw names for the second round: one male and one female. Like the first round: there will be no volunteers."

Everyone froze. He didn't need to say it, but everyone seemed to understand that this was the price they paid for last year, the price of disobedience. The price for surrendering. Now it was a price paid in blood.

Sabinus drew out the reaping bowls, just as he did every year. Except now, with the two tributes already standing on the stage, Blake could see the cost. At least three tributes would not come home, instead of at least one.

"For the ladies: Anika Rhodes."

A slender girl emerged from the 17 year old section, slowly, her long hair blowing behind her. Step by step she came as her dark eyes began to show the terror that the Games deserved. She understood, Blake could see it in her eyes. She climbed the stairs and took her place beside the other two tributes, frightened, as she should be. She kept her distance as she could feel the other two tributes sizing her up. Yet, even in her fear, her fists were clenched in determination. There was more to this girl than met the eye.

"For the boys: Ellis Moquette."

"No!" Beatrix exclaimed, her blue eyes filled with terror. The twelve year old section parted and a boy came forward. His eyes fixed on the girl's already onstage and he walked towards her instead of towards the stage. How long had it been since District one had had a twelve year old in the Games? Much less one who would have to enter the Games alongside his sister?

The four of them stood onstage. Surely some of the parents were taking this as a photo opportunity. Maybe they all should, Blake thought. One last memento before the damage began.

Cian Odell: Round 1

"You don't have to do this," Blaer had said, months ago when the campaigns had begun. She had set him down with Sienna, his niece, a serious look on her face. "You're a good man. You've helped Sienna learn about her father, remember him. You got your mother through her grief. Just let this one go, Cy."

It had been a beautiful day when she'd said those words, so full of dreams and ambition. It was one of those days when he could have lied, he could have told her he wouldn't campaign, wouldn't volunteer, and maybe it would have been true.

"It's my last year, Blaer. If I don't at least try to make my mark I'll always wonder what would have happened. I'll wonder if I really always was destined to be Killian's inferior younger brother, if I can't live up to him." He had looked her straight in the eye, and he knew, at that moment, that his best friend knew he would be going in to the Games. She looked away, incapable of stopping him, unable to protect him.

"Just remember what happened to him and really think about it," she lectured, and with that she and Sienna had let the manner go. Until today.

Today they were back where the Odell legacy had started. In the same room, the same people. It was as though Cian had switched places with his brother, his absent brother, from just seven years before.

They were all there again: His mother Thea, his father Spencer, his friend Blaer, except with one very important addition. Clinging to his leg was Sienna, now seven, Killian's daughter. Killian had never gotten to know her. Before the Games, Sienna's grandfather had honored his deceased daughter's legacy by shielding his young granddaughter from anything to do with Killian Odell. After he finally relented it had been too late. At Blaer's urging and due to his failing health, Sienna's grandfather had finally given her over to the Odell's care.

Now Sienna looked up at him, clinging to Cian's leg, no doubt wondering what this meant.

"I'll make you proud," he assured them. But beyond that no one spoke, which was odd. It was only in that moment that Cian truly realized what he was getting too, as he remembered that day, years ago. The day he had been confident Killian would be coming home. His parents had praised him for volunteering, certain that he would return. They wouldn't be fooled into such certainty once again. And Cian wasn't going to lie to them and assure them of his return. He simply embraced them all, trying to hide any hesitation at going on alone.

Ellis Moquette Age 12: Round 2 :

They weren't alone. And that was the worst part of it.

Beatrix looked confidently at him as their parents spouted general words of encouragement, her hand locked in his.

"We love you both," Bella and Arnold gushed in unison and then giggled nervously.

"We just know you'll make us proud," Arnold continued.

Everyone was dodging the issue, one that seemed blatantly obvious to Ellis. His parents must have noticed his worried look and were certainly choosing to ignore it. After all, why wouldn't they? There was nothing they could do to change the fact that both of their children were going into the arena, both of them might die, and even at best, only one of them would return. Their family would be split.

Just as Ellis thought he couldn't stand the unspoken truth any longer, the Peacekeepers came to the door and said it was time. Their parents slipped their matching bracelets on them as their district tokens and then left the room.

"We're going to stick together," Beatrix hissed immediately, squeezing her brother's hand tight.

"It's the Hunger Games, Beatrix," Ellis replied, but he couldn't bring himself to let go of her hand. "You know there is no 'together.'"

"Ellis, this is what I've always dreamed of. That's why I'm here. And now, you have the opportunity to be here too. Just think what a great team we're going to make!" she said emphatically. That was clearly the end of the discussion. Maybe she was right not to think about what would eventually happen, what had to happen in order for one of them to see their parents again. But Ellis knew that was reality. And in his mind, he already felt alone.

Anika Rhodes Age 17 Round 2

Silence permeated the room. Anika's parents had left already, leaving only her and Rolath, her best friend.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, already knowing any further words would be useless.

Anika fingered the ring he had brought her, Sol's ring. He must have left to get it as soon as her name was called. It was the very ring they had put on her finger years ago, amidst the cheers of many who were farewelling her from the Academy, many other students who had assured her she would be coming back.

She never did. Every day Sol had survived inspired confidence, assured District One that they had been right. Right up until she was killed in a struggle right before the finale; a struggle Aufelion, the victor, could have avoided.

"They're going to pay," she whispered.

"Anika, you never know who can hear you," Rolath shushed her, but his eyes met hers and she knew he couldn't dissuade her. She clutched the ring tight.

"For Sol," she whispered. "Remember me," she told Rolath. Knowing it was time and unwilling to be forced out of the room by the Peacekeepers, Rolath turned around and left. She would cherish the last time he saw her and could only hope his wouldn't be the last encouraging eyes she would see.

Fedelmid Cheyenne: Victor of the 19th Games

"I can take the girls," Khalani volunteered.

"You really think that's a good idea?" Blake scoffed and Fedelmid braced for it. Blake was fuming and from the look in his eyes he had figured out exactly where to direct that anger.

"Well, one of us is going to have to take two so it might as well be the person who started this. That's what you're going to blame me for, isn't it?" Khalani shot back.

"First off, that's another matter. Let's talk about the girls for a second. Do you think for one moment Beatrix is going to leave her brother? No, the moment he walked on that stage it was obvious they were in this together."

"He's twelve," Khalani retorted. "She's a trained Career. He's not. He barely knows how to hold a sword."

"But he's trained a little bit," Fedelmid jumped in. Khalani gave him a look as though she resented him for jumping in. This was between her and Blake, he knew, but he wasn't about to shy away from a good fight. "Look, besides that, the two girls aren't going to get along. You remember Anika right?"

"Should I?" Khalani growled her voice dangerously low.

"She left the Academy after the twenty first games. After Sol."

"Another smart kid disgruntled with the Career system. I'm going to keep an eye on this one just to make sure she doesn't off herself," Blake interjected harshly with a pointed look at Khalani.

"Fine," Khalani retorted, trying to ignore Blake's jab by turning her back to him. "Which one do you want, then? Cian or the dynamic duo."

"I'll take Cian," Fedelmid agreed, trying to give Khalani at least one win.

"Don't be late for the train," she finalized, leaving in a huff.

"In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence"