A Song with Thorns

The Cornucopia

Livia Thorne. She didn't have to run. She didn't have to fight. She really didn't have to do much of anything. She simply skipped past her opponents into the woods.

It's understandable. No one wants to drop their guard long enough to go after the one tribute, who doesn't pose an immediate threat.

Unfortunately, my tributes weren't so lucky. Districts 11 and 12 were wiped out within the first five minutes.

It's done. They're gone. Nothing left to do, but start drinking, wait 'til next year, and then drink some more.

It seems I wasn't the first to arrive at this conclusion. One of the District 11 mentors already beat me to the bar.

Without saying anything, I pull up the seat next to Chaff, and let the first drink carry the burn past my tongue, releasing a wave of heat through the rest of my body.