Victor #21:
Name: Lumin Valor
Age during Games: 18
District: 02
Games: 021

Death: 080, Striker

For District 2's fifth vitory, the facility was expanded such that more of the facilities would be carved into the side of a mountain, also increasing the number of trainees three fold. Now, these three hundred waited in front of the mess hall as the headmistress, after taking the role from first victor Lupus in a peaceful manner, stood on stage reading her speech aloud. "As we move forward in this new era of power for District 2, there is a point that I must iterate from the experiences witnessed through this past score of hunger games," Lumin speaks in the same tone that kept her allies unitied even after the death of the girl from District 4.

"Unity is the driving force of Panem," she says as her voice echoes through the massive mess hall. Behind her, Lupus grinned with satisfaction and the other three victors replicated the sentiment. "All twelve districts collaborate to provide the entire nation with support, every District being a certain organ to the necessary function of the body that is Panem. Rogues, if left unnacounted for, will destroy our way of life. In the last years, the inner District alliance, commonly known as the careers, has suffered massive losses as a result of corruption within. This is true for the year a one Jonas Mephrous won his endeavor."

Those in the mess hall took a moment of silence as they recalled Timon Fracture, volunteering at 16 years old at the expense of one of the volunteers. He was strong, several kills under his name, but he chose to ally with the boy from District 9 and lead him to victor instead. "The unfortunate truth is that for participation in the games, unity needs to be held with a level head, otherwise it may end up unfortunate, sorry Cleopatra." The trainees looked as Cleopatra hissed in a staggered breath , her brother was tortured by the victor the year after Jonas. "Our last career victory was a doubting girl before me, and she was strong, kicked out because of a foolish decision by the career alliance."

She motioned for the victors, Lupus, Romulus, Cleopatra, and Razer to stand at her side. "Stand strong, for you are children of the mountains," Romulus said in a booming voice.

"United you shall stand," Razer added a little meeker.
"Divided you shall fall," Lupus continued.

"Regardless, you are the best of the District, the glory of Panem, and we look forward to having more of you up with us," Cleopatra concluded.

"Remain united and lead the District to victory in the future. Your rest period is now, feel free to engage in whatever activities you wish," headmistress Valor told the students, who filed out into the dormitories. "It's a new experience, isn't it," she asked, dropping her regal facade.

"You did fine Lumin," Lupus said reassuringly. He smiles at her before turning around to talk with Cleo.

"I thought you did nicely too," Razer said, his voice subdued in the large expanse.

"Thank you Razer," Lumin said, smiling at the anti-social victor.

"Lumin," Romulus spoke up. "Thank you once again. You've expanded our training regime and brought us in the lead for the victor totals. The mountains are proud of you."

"Anything for the District, we need more heroes. I'm just glad to be a footnote for the record of our glory."

Lumin turned around to stare at the massive mess hall. The servants would soon make their way and clean the rows and rows of tables. Her mother told her tales of massive congregations in locations like this, back when the ancient Americans used to rule, where the presidential candidates would announce their intentions to the rest of the world, the country, their future people.

She breathes it in,immersing herself in the setting, like the chameleon she is, adaptability being her defining trait through the ever changing forest. The advantage would have gone to District 7 had they made it past the bloodbath, but she took care of them nice and quick, slits to the throat and stabs to the stomach disposed of them. Her partner got rid of District 9, their biggest threats other than the careers, and together the six took out eight tributes, three others dying from the outliers. The game that year was an ever changing forest, which took out three outlying kids, with the threats from Ten and Eleven out. The games were unusually short this year, as inflamed tempers reached a supernova on day 4, and Lumin was the sole survivor without much more usage than her two legs.

"Lumin," Lupus said as he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Thinking, just thinking," she replied.

"It's a victor's favorite pastime, but there are some manners that need to be taken care of soon," Lupus told her. "If you spend this much time thinking, then you're going to end up like Jonas."

"I understand Lupus. Night training should be up soon, right?"

"Yes, Razer and I will take care of the trainees today. We'll be fighting in the desert simulation. You have the agency in good hands, headmistress."

"Thank you Lupus. Forgive me, but has anyone told you you looked like Tomas?" She asked abruptly.

"Tomas?"

"The boy from District 5, my fourth kill in the…" she trailed off. "Sorry, I'm probably just seeing things."

"It's understandable, if you have an issue with it feel free to talk with us. Officially, Cleo is your mentor so talk to her, but we'll all be here for you if you need it." Lupus left the mess hall after he gave his advice.

"Razer, I just want to know what you're going to be…" Once again she trailed off, gazing into Razer-or Gilbert, as her brain would have it. "Gilbert?"

Razer raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak. "Lumin, you okay?" he asked with his ears wiggling back.

She shook her head violently, snapping the images of the boy from District 4 she was entwined with during her games, at least until she took him out with a stab to the heart. "I just want to know what you're trying to use for night fighting today, so I can catalogue it."

"Oh, I'm trying to use a spear and then Lupus is trying for a pair of sais, not something we're used to but something that the trainees will be up against, why you ask?"

"I'm just preparing for tomorrow night." Lumin waved goodbye to Razer shortly after, trying to shake Gilbert's shirtless, muscular, toned frame from Razer's conversation. Even being District 2's fifth strong victor meant that she was prone to post arena hallucinations and the like. She steps out of the training facility soon, taking in the nighttime air of District 2. From her elevated view, she spots her family's vineyard, increasing in popularity after Lumin's victory. Her mother called it the pride of her family, and she took to raising it alongside her two daughters. Maybe that's what Lumin needed, yeah, alcohold sounded nice around now. An idea popped in her head and she hopped on her personal communication device and sent an email to the vineyard and winery. Molotov cocktails, it may be necessary she sent.

Yes, a chameleon. It wasn't tough like a werewolf, nor as gruff as the billy goat, nor possessive of the strong jumps and kicks in the power of the extinct kangaroo, and certainly not as fast as the cheetah, but it fit Lumin, the observer, the fly on the wall, the adaptable. And, despite the fact that it takes a while for a chameleon to return to normal, she couldn't be happier with it.

Hey guys, Hopps here
District 2 gets victor number 5, and the headmistress of the new institution. I'm trying really hard to tread carefully and not make any of these character to any that appear in Oisinn's or Zulera's work, and I hope that Lumin isn't really that similar to Boudicca. I'm sorry if the ending doesn't make sense, but tell me what you think of Lumin regardless.
Hopping out
Hopps
P.S. Next hunger games, either District 5,6, or 12 will get a victor, the only one before the quarter quell