Dear Creator of Jackson, I've taken out the nickname. It's a bit too similar to Jacky and I've had confusion between Angel and Angela. Also, I was emailed a tribute so 11 male is gone.
Jackson's PoV:
I'm busy building a fire. I have the flint and steel from the Cornucopia fight. I have my wits. I. Need. This. Fire! Finally, I light the wood with a tiny spark. The smoke is hides enough. I began to roast the squirrel I caught yesterday. The fire warms me too. It's so cold, in this arena. The thick, dense forest that goes on for miles. That hides a tribute but shows his fire. The squirrel is finally cooked and I eat ravenously.
I can see the Cornucopia, gold and bright. It's a long way off. I had no time to think that someone would be there. I ran, my fire still ablaze. Behind my feet, a horrid burning smell creeps up on me and I turn. The forest's alight! It's alight! It's on fire! I run to the Cornucopia, terrified. I'm so scared of fire. The way it eats up the place, merciless and powerful. And I can't escape.
The fire engulfs me in the tall flames, getting closer and closer until...
"That's enough!" A voice yells, female and commanding. "Alright, you can look now!". I didn't realise I was shutting my eyes so hard, waiting for death. As I tentatively open my eyes, I see a girl, golden-haired and blue-eyed. She's so pretty, I wonder whether I have died and she's an angel. But that's silly. She looks as powerful and destructive as the flames, beautiful and terrifying. I see a bucket in her hands. She put out the fire with that? "How did you get rid of the fire?" I asked, scared of this ethereal demon. She laughed, a loud, clear musical thing, and said, "You were dreaming, idiot! Also hi, I'm Solar."
So Solar's not bad company. She makes a fire out of something that she got out of a dead man's pocket. Smokeless fire. Awesome. As she lights it, the firey light shines like hope but it fails. The light is choked by the impending darkness. And a scream merges with a cannons triumphant ring. But I see a dead Solar with a bloody scrawl reading 'You're next' along her arm. Alex's mark.