Henry Reynoso, Age 14, District 8
Sixth Quarter Quell Victor
Velvet told me I had been asleep for three days following the end of the Games. He said it was normal, to be expected; the Games take their toll on everyone involved, and it isn't uncommon for Victors to be under for up to two weeks after the trumpets blow.
The doctors said I was lucky: the wound in my side was easy enough to fix, but I would have bled out if I hadn't acted so quickly. It makes me wonder if Cassia would have won after all, had I not received those supplies from Sponsors.
My escort insisted that she always knew I'd win, but we both knew she had been rooting for Tulle. I expected nothing less from Friga, seeing as my odds were so low from the start.
Nobody told me how it would feel to be all dressed up under the stage, being asked to stand on a round platform that would lift me up into the lights of the Capitol, the screams of the onlookers. As I rose up, I could imagine the people rooting for the Games to begin again, for the slaughter and the death. It took all I had to not jump.
Julius Incandes waves me over to him amidst all the applause, and I limp slightly as I make my way over. Velvet suggested I pretend the wound in my side is still hurting, if only to make Julius go easier on me.
Julius settles the crowd down as I take a seat across from him, the same seat I had sat in three weeks ago as he interviewed me for the first time. Tulle had sat here, and Blue, and Aran, and Cassia. Twenty-five ghosts would join the thousands already haunting this theater.
The lights dim, and, ignoring me, Julius turns to the big screen behind us. I turn too, bracing myself for what I know is to come. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of another screen focused on me. Velvet told me that it would be there to gauge my reactions. As the Arena appears on the screen, I breathe in sharply.
One by one, twenty-six kids are lifted onto the mountainside. Part of me wants desperately to look away, but I know I cannot. I know I have to watch for the sake of those who fought so hard to get what I have claimed: life.
The little boy from Thirteen is the first to go. His death goes largely unnoticed, as the cameras focus more intently on Cassia and Devon as Devon throws a knife into Cassia's hand before fleeing down the mountainside.
The girl from Seven is next, her beautiful face mutilated by the boy from One's mace. The camera zooms in on the carnage, before cutting to a scene of myself vanishing into the jungle.
I flinch as the hulking man from Two snaps Tulle's neck, before advancing slowly on the Twelve girl. Her ankle appears to be swelling badly. Likely fractured.
Cassia gets her second kill in the boy from Eleven, her knife shredding through his neck. The fire in his eyes dims as the life leaves his body.
The boy from Five shoves the girl from Nine into a pool of lava. Her screams echo around me for several seconds before the camera drags back to the boy from Two and the Twelve girl. Gingerly, he picks her up, before spinning her around and hurling her down the mountain. She's laughing hysterically as she plummets, before her broken corpse flattens itself against the earth.
We cut through most of the fight between Esmeralda and the girl from Thirteen, skipping to the moment Four drives Thirteen's own trident into her stomach. She collapses, blood pooling around her.
My face pales horribly as Esmeralda tears the boy from Twelve apart, his screams of agony ripping his throat raw until he can scream no more. What's left at the moment Esmeralda decides to end it looks like little more than a filleted pig, ready to roast.
Blue and I go over our supplies, and Aran and the girl from One look for a place to camp. Cassia, Esmeralda, and the boy from Two go to look for the Ones, finding the boy half-dead with an arrow deep in his shoulder. The Tens meet up, and Devon finds a place to hide. Nobody else gets any kind of tribute, deemed not important enough to show.
The pictures of the dead hover over the scene in cool sepia.
Sparky Montgomery
Kenzi Williams
Tulle Salane
Thorn Ashburry
Harvest Miller
Keola Foeba
Rebelle Rine
Soot Maloy
And under them, the words:
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Day Two flashes into existence, premiering with the Career camp. They've made the smart move and transported all their spoils into the jungle, away from the lava flows. They're arguing over who gets to go hunting, and I shiver.
Esmeralda calls over her shoulder to the boy from One, who is sitting by the fire with a leaf pressed to the arrow wound. I shake my head idly at the idiocy of whomever found him; no doubt infection is the reason he went the third day.
"Marcus? Think of a number between one and thirteen, honey. The two closest to your number will go hunting, the one furthest will stay here."
He groans something I don't catch.
Esmeralda calls "Six."
"Ten." Mason says hopefully.
Cassia shrugs, rolling her eyes. "Two."
"I chose Eight. Sorry Cass."
I'm taken aback for a moment. In Eight, old women in the nursing homes used to claim that the dying were prophetic. Six, Ten, Two. Aran, Cheyenne, Cassia. And me, the Eight.
Esmeralda and the Two man disappear, leaving Cassia and Marcus behind. Marcus asks Cassia for water, and when she turns around, the boy from Three vanishes into the darkness, a green bag between his shoulders.
The next shot is of the pair from Ten, about three kilometers north of the Career camp. The pair is attacked by a jaguar, the same jaguar I killed that last day, and it rips out the throat of the Ten boy. Cheyenne flees the scene, out of harm's reach before her Partner's cannon even sounded.
Only one picture hovers over this scene.
Denny Rico
The District Recap appears again
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
The Twelves never do make it far.
Day Three shows the Career camp again, the boy from Nine hiding in the shadows while he waits for the camp to clear. He makes his move when the boy from Two goes looking for firewood, snatching up a scythe and marching on the One boy, whose blank stare is as eerie as the Nine boy himself. Dark tendrils spread out from One's wound over his neck and back, and he collapses, cannon sounding before Nine can finish him off. He flees before the Two man can return and kill him, but Two's spear almost finds his back.
The little girl from Eleven slips through the Career girls' fingers, Esmeralda and Cassia searching the area they spotted her in for a while before giving up. They continue to argue on their way back to camp, where the Two man tells them who died. The girls don't seem to care.
Marcus Caelum
Eliminated Districts:
Thirteen
Twelve
Day Four shows a short montage of the girl from One training Aran to use a bow, ended by a wild shot disappearing into the trees. One goes after it, and I tense, remembering suddenly the terrifying minutes that happened next.
The stray arrow lands a few feet away, embedded in a tree. Blue had heard it coming and dropped to the ground, but I stood there frozen like a deer. We seem to realize the gravity of the situation at the same time, and I speak. "What are we gonna do, Blue?"
I'm confused, because I was most definitely terrified in that situation. However, my voice sounds steady, strong. The editors must have played with that, trying to raise me up as the brave hero the Capitol should adore and applaud. But it's a lie.
"You are going to hide." He gestures to some thicker greenery, thinking.
I glance at the bushes, then take a step away. I remember what I was thinking in that moment, how he was going to sacrifice himself for me. I refused to believe it, but I of course didn't know it would happen anyway a week later. "No." I say, "I won't leave you. I can't."
"Henry. I'm sorry." He lunges forward, shoving me into the shrubbery and giving a small salute, before rushing off in the direction the arrow came from. The screen splits, the left side following him as he confronts the One girls while the Aran finds me and holds a knife to my throat. If I had just stayed in the bushes, Blue might have died. Or the One girl would have died.
The exchange is made, One and Six watching us as they leave, me picking up the knife Aran threatened me with. To think we worked together days later at all.
Day Five was when the Gamemakers first tried to speed things along, sending a torrential downpour to weaken and kill us. Blue and I almost drowned in the hollow we were sleeping in, but thankfully the boy from Four was quick and trained. He saved my life, again.
The Careers chase the Seven boy through the treetops, but the lumberjack, at home in the canopy, eludes them.
The rain continues into Day Six, and the Careers move their camp. Again. They choose a spot near a small waterfall, where the girl from Six had been staying. I quickly guess what happened to her.
She seems about ready to make her escape when Esmeralda catches sight of her on the near side of the river. She arms herself with a single knife and a sword at her waist and sprints over, the pounding of the raindrops blocking out any sound of her approach. She leaps down to the riverside, slamming the pommel of her knife into the back of Six's head. The girl collapses, blood filtering through her hair.
Four slams her foot down on Six's ankle, breaking it. She jumps onto the smaller girl, straddling her legs, facing the broken bone. With a wicked glint in her eye, she pulls out the knife and begins slicing through the swollen tissue.
Six thrashes, fists pounding against Four's back, to no avail. Finally, she rips Four's sword from it's scabbard, swinging toward her head.
The angle was awkward, and the blade dropped from Six's hand before it reached it's mark. The boy from Two, having seen Esmeralda run over, had picked up the crossbow and followed suit, putting a bolt in Six's throat. The sword in Six's hand bounces off Esmeralda's shoulder blade, and she drowns in her own blood.
Jetta Carter
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Day Seven sent me my most valuable Sponsor gift: a jar of various plants and insect parts. Velvet knew about my knowledge of medicines and had sent me something I could put to use. I spent that morning concocting different salves, pills and cures for a handful of poisons. Blue told me that I reminded him of a book he read once when he was younger.
A quick clip of Aran and the girl from One plays, showcasing their showmance, and, apparently, their first kiss.
Cheyenne is nearly caught by Esmeralda, running into a tribute I don't recognize. The jacket implies a Three, but the boy's skin is so much darker… I jolt as I realize that it's the girl, only that she had cut her hair. Smart. Three cares to Cheyenne's wounds tenderly, working steadily and confidently. I wonder, briefly, what experiences this girl had had in life.
Devon joins Aran and One, and I smile grimly. So she wasn't the only one keeping secrets; she had told me she didn't know about them.
The man from Two punches the boy from Five in the gut on Day Eight to wake him up. The younger boy, disoriented, puts up a decent attempt at a fight, but Two vault over him and nearly cuts his head off. The corpse lands on top of him, and the audience laughs as Cassia says disappointedly, "Really, Mason dear, you've already killed the kid. Don't humiliate him further."
Mason's reply is to throw the body at her, blood spraying all over her face and arms. Mason himself looks terrifying in that he himself is now covered in the blood of the Five boy, his clothes saturated in a red deeper than his jacket. This man had just claimed his fourth kill.
Darius Line
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Day Nine is the day Esmeralda tracked down the girls from Three and Ten, Mason following some distance away. She catches Cheyenne by the hair, holding a knife to her throat while waiting for Mason to catch up. The girl from Three, adrenaline pumping, attacked the Career girl head on, surprising her into letting Cheyenne go. Three attempted to choke out Esmeralda, but her knife found Three's torso once, twice, eight times before her body went limp. Cheyenne escaped again, losing her third Ally of the Games.
When Mason finds them, he chuckles to himself. "Good heck, Four. She's already dead, you don't need to humiliate her further."
Esmeralda shoves the body off her, jumping to her feet. "Grab her bag. We've got a dirty pig to find." They chase after Cheyenne, but the younger girl, again, magically vanishes.
The girl from Eleven is dropping a bit of iodine into her water bottle, her head swiveling around and surveying the clearing around her. She sees nothing, but abandons her bottle to let the purifier do it's work, leaving to take the iodine vial back to her supplies. A few minutes after she can't be seen, a shadow slips from the jungle.
The boy from Nine glides down the bank to the bottle, glancing around before opening it and pouring the contents of another vial inside. Poison.
He hides, and it's less than a minute before Eleven returns, collecting her bottle and continuing on her way. Nine follows her, and she takes a big swig. She senses the presence behind her, and she begins to run when her legs give out, the fast-acting poison working faster from the adrenaline coursing through her. In moments, she's paralyzed. Soon after, the cannon sounds. Nine collects her things, and slips into the darkness.
Infiniti Reagan
Willow Orchids
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Day Ten. The girl from One seems distracted as she wanders the jungle, aimlessly weaving through the mangroves, spear in hand. The camera pans up into the canopy, where the boy from Seven watches her warily. He raises his axe, calculating.
One stops, sensing danger. Much as Blue had a week before, she drops to the dirt, Seven's axe flying over her head. She jumps up, glances at the weapon lying in the moss, and starts stalking in the other direction. Seven jumps down from his tree, stumbling as he tries to get to his weapon. One whirls around, spotting him and casting the javelin in one fluid motion. The spearhead lands deep in his back, and his cannon sounds before he hits the ground.
She collects his axe, just out of his reach, and tears her weapon from his back. She climbs the tree he was hiding in, gathering his measly supplies and heading back to camp.
Logan Woodson
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Day Eleven appears, and my knuckles turn white as I grip the armrests. This is the moment I had been dreading to watch, the one I didn't want to relive. But I have to, of course I have to, and I will.
The day opens with Esmeralda ditching the Twos, taking a share of the supplies, followed closely by the boy from Three robbing them blind again.
Devon, having left Aran and One the night before, wanders into Blue and I's path, singing a lullaby under her breath.
"Hush now, my baby, be still now, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
Someday we'll meet when you dream."
A whisper, my whisper, can be heard from the bushes ahead of the woman from Five, followed by Blue jumping up, spear ready to cast. Devon, having readied herself, throws her knife first. Blue's left with only a look of surprise as the knife spirals toward him, digging into his eye. His remaining eye, blue as the sea, stares at the sky as I scramble away in horror.
My tears well up as I watch Devon approach on the screen. Her own eyes water as she catches sight of the fallen form of my Ally, and then she sees me. Her face softens as she bends down to help me up, sorrow and kindness in her eyes.
My eyes burn as I stumble over my words, the fiery hatred mingling with my fear. She had killed my only friend, but she had done it to survive. Would she have won if I'd left her alone?
I see his face again, the same image they projected over the Arena that night. He's so alive, his eyes bright.
Jasper Blue
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Day Twelve recaps the remaining ten tributes, showing clips from their interviews.
In Three, a woman by the name of Silvia Rockefeller interviews Cordin's family; his parents, brothers and little sister, and best friend. Silvia barely gives them any time to speak before wrapping up the interview.
Julius Incandes greets Esmeralda's family, reacquainting with her friend Kiera, whom he had interviewed eleven years prior.
Nero Domitian visits Cheyenne's family in Ten, and seems disgusted with his entire experience. Cheyenne's parents were very quiet, but he got bits and pieces of her childhood from her friends.
Julius visited Nine, but Thanatos' parents essentially kicked him out.
Silvia visited Aran's coworkers, who were taking care of his 9-year-old sister. Poor Reyna barely says a word.
Julius interviewed Malaya's trainer and… her three boyfriends? They all talked about how upset they were at Aran's existence, and what they'd do if he won.
I sit a little straighter as Nero enters my family's home. Jessica and Paula are there, and of course James and Rebecca. But… where's Grandmother? "And here I am in District Eight with the family and friends of Henry Reynoso! Say hello, friends!"
Toward the end of the interview, Nero asks how they could be so confidant in me. "He has no special skills, he hasn't even killed anyone yet."
"Henry knows what he's doing." Rebecca insists. "He's got to be one of the smartest kids in the country. He'll figure this out, one way or another."
Henry is the best person in that Arena, and he's equipped with something that none of them can imagine using." Jessica enthuses.
"Oh?"
"Did you really not have anyone analyze the jar Velvet sent him a few days back? That's his ticket out."
I miss most of Devon's interview through the tears, but I do catch sight of her toddler. I had forgotten she was a mother in the Arena. Her family and friends are cute, too.
Nero's interview with Cassia's family ended with him being kicked out after nonchalantly making fun of her father, and he and Mason's father discussed the Two tribute as though he were on his way home already. Mason's father taunted the Gamemakers, which may have led to his death. "You want excitement? Mason is the best to provide the entertainment of killing the One traitor and her little pet."
After Mason's interview closes, the screen cuts to Mera, following a trail through the jungle. About a kilometer ahead of her, Thanatos throws out taunts, only to be attacked by flocks of birds that chase him into the Four woman's path. He fights well, but it all ends when Four breaks Nine's scythe and jumps on top of him. She presses a knife to his throat, leaning in close before saying loudly, "You fought well, for cannon fodder. Nine should remember your name with pride, Thanatos Rize." She brings the knife down into his chest, over and over. When she's done, he has sixteen bloody holes puncturing his chest: one for every tribute he outlived.
They spend a long time watching Devon and I that night, the way I instructed her to eat the poisoned frog glands, only to chicken out soon after and give her the tea with the antidote mixed in. Watching my actions, remembering them, makes me feel so sick. She should have killed me the day before; there's no room for mercy in the Games.
Thanatos Rize
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Nine
Day Thirteen was the bloodiest day since the Bloodbath, and by far the most chaotic. Ever since Day One, everyone knew that the volcano would erupt; it was just a matter of when. But nobody could have imagined what really happened.
First, an earthquake, maybe a hundred kilometers to the north. The displacement under the ocean caused a massive tidal wave to grow toward our island. Along the fault, the earthquake travelled to the volcano, causing an event of water and fire. I'm surprised so many of us survived.
First, Esmeralda, the northmost tribute, was caught in the wave. She didn't drown, but her leg was broken by the time it had blown over.
Balls of lava spewed forth from the volcano, nearly catching Cheyenne several times. One hurdled dangerously close to the Twos, who were chasing Aran. It drilled a chasm between them, leaving Mason to chase Six while Cassia found a way around. She fell into the chasm shortly after, though she managed to escape hours later.
Devon and I tried to climb the volcano to escape the tsunami, but Devon wasn't fast enough.
The edit made it look like I pushed her in myself.
She washes up on the southmost side of the Arena.
Cordin watches the terrifying beauty of the eruption, turning away when he loses his nerve. The Hellhounds appear and chase after him then, just on the opposite side of where I was. If they'd come after me, I'd have died.
Mason faces Malaya and Aran alone, Aran striking Mason down but not before the Two fatally wounds One. The waves die, the volcano quiets, and ash blankets the Arena, blocking out the sky. Small, mechanical spiders bring everyone the death recap.
Cordin Bolt
Mason Lepodolite
Malaya Garnet
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Nine
Three
One
I find and follow Aran on Day Fourteen. He sits, waiting for me, trying to determine my location, before firing an arrow in my direction. There's a shot of my face as the arrow lands inches from where I was standing, my expression surprised yet stern. I'd changed so much since my first encounter with Aran Quade.
We talk about Malaya, Blue and Devon. We talk about the cataclysm, covering our faces as ash drifts down from the heavens. Aran admits that he doesn't think he can survive alone in the Arena, and we choose to team up. Temporarily, of course; it's the Final Six after all.
Esmeralda pleads for the Capitol's mercy, screaming at her mentor and begging until a parachute drifts down. She downs a bottle of pills, which must have been hell on her system, only to realize that they were meant to be taken a couple times a day until the end of the Games. She gets down from the tree she was stuck in, though.
Cassia flips her lid upon finding out that the entire northern sector of the Arena, including her camp, had been wiped away in the flood. Cameras flying over the Arena show diagrams of her remaining supplies, strewn to the south in a jagged arc all the way down to the south beach.
Devon begins to see the side effects of my poison, and her panic is plain to see.
She dies Day Fifteen. Her throat is so dry that she can't so much as sob, yet she tries to walk anyway. She collapses against a tree, holding her stomach as she curls into a ball. She passes out, spasming uncontrollably. According to my studies, in the final acts of the poison, the victim sees visions of sorts, memories and regrets. Only she can know what she saw in her final moments before her cannon sounded, but I hope she got to see her kid one more time.
The anthem plays softly over the Arena, much unlike the blaring, suffocating tones I remember. I watch solemnly as she disappears, Aran and I discussing how she might have died. I play ignorant, but now I have a kill on my list.
Devon Rose
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Nine
Three
One
Five
On Day Sixteen, Aran and I find Esmeralda in Aran and Malaya's old hideout. She calls out from the shelter, like a witch luring children into her cauldron. I ask who she is, my voice surprising even me by how firm it is. Aran shoots her in her injured leg as we get closer, and she drops her sword. I dart forward, grabbing it before she can collect herself. I watch as Esmeralda dissolves, screaming threats and admitting to murdering Aran's Partner, though she technically didn't. Aran goes berserk, shooting her again and stabbing down on her injuries with his axe. I try to tell him to stop, and Four passes out from the pain. Finally I've had enough, and I stab the sword down through her heart.
He stomps angrily into the jungle, and I watch for a moment before packing up my things and leaving; it's the Final Four, and there's no way I'm staying with someone who would let his emotions rule him like that.
Oh, how the Games make hypocrites of us all.
Esmeralda Dawn
Districts Eliminated:
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Seven
Nine
Three
One
Five
Four
I relax a bit in my seat as Day Seventeen appears. The end. I'm almost done here.
Cassia finds the jaguar that killed the Ten boy two weeks prior. It's early morning, and the feline stalks and chases her through the jungle.
I apply another poison salve to my spear, prickling as he jaguar's roar reaches my ears. I remember vaguely thinking of ways to test my poison, when the big cat presented my with a subject. I intercept them quickly, though not fast enough to catch Cassia. I miss her by a few feet, though she doesn't seem to notice me. The spearhead pierces the jaguar's foreleg, and it cries out as the spear jerks from my hand.
The poison I concocted doesn't act quickly enough, and I barely have time to through a vial of the tree frog venom into it's face. Blinded, the cat stumbles around me, pawing it's own face. I hurry to gather the spear, hiding again. I watch the cat until it collapses, dead.
Triumphant, I lather more paste on the spear, carefully chasing after Cassia. I hear her voice through the trees, before a loud explosion rents the air.
Ten brings a silver canister down in front of her to defend against Cassia's knife. There's a blinding flash, and Cassia is thrown hard against a mangrove. Cheyenne's body becomes chunks of flesh embedded in and hanging from the greenery around her. Her charred pack sits smoking twenty meters behind her.
Two cannons sound, and I reach the clearing at the same moment as Aran Quade. I lobby a vial of venom at his face, as I had the jaguar, but it breaks against his neck. He fires an arrow at me, flinching at just the wrong moment, and the projectile lands in the mud between us. I charge forward with the spear, and he grabs an arrow, holding it as though he plans to stab me.
He dodges easily enough, but I roll past and back to my feet, between him and Two's corpse.
Behind me, Cassia awakens, her tracker no longer viable from the explosion. She has a knife in her hand before the telling DING, like a loud bell, warns us of her survival. I turn to her quickly, Aran dodging away. The knife lands before I react, and I crash to the ground beside Aran.
"Please. Let me show you how to have fun."
The camera focuses on me escaping, making sure to follow Aran and Cassia's fight as I create a new salve for the knife wound. The two older tributes quickly run out of ammunition, and Aran grabs my spear and charges Cassia as I had tried to charge him. He tries to dodge at first, before his expression sets in grim determination and he takes Cassia's first knife. He mutters something under his breath that I don't catch, thrusting the spear in to the Two woman's stomach. He collapses at her feet.
I watch myself use the mangrove as a crutch as I try to stand. I stumble slightly as I make my way back toward Aran and Cassia, Cassia calling out to me. She seems confident, unconcerned at my survival. Nobody had expected me to make it this far, after all; killing me would be easy.
As I rounded the tree, I braced myself, ready for the knife to find its way to my heart. It was either a quick, relatively painless death here, or stumble through the trees, hunted and cut down. I wouldn't run from my fate; I would stand and face it.
But when I saw the Two girl there, sitting back against a tree, weaponless, Aran's body at her feet, my spear in her gut, I realized that I was going home. It wouldn't matter what Cassia might try; she was far too weak to do anything.
I explain to her what's happening, and she refuses to believe it. I sit calmly, watching her. She begins to understand, and panic fills her gaze. "No!" She screams, throwing a knife I hadn't noticed before. Her aim is way off, however, the poison screwing with her nervous system. She continues to rave, screaming until she loses consciousness. On screen, I look away, but I can now watch as her muscles spasm and her mouth froths, her eyelids opening to reveal milky white orbs.
The cannon sounds before she stops twitching.
Cheyenne Bruno
Aran Quade
Cassia Maurise
The screen darkens, replaced by live footage of me, sitting and watching. I turn to find the camera, and wave. I imagine behind me, below the image of my slight smile:
Henry Reynoso
Victor!
So I did that again. It's been what, 6, 7 months? Even during all this time in quarantine, I haven't so much as typed an intro. I still haven't.
I've still got like 3 or 4 more chapters planned, and then I might still try Ladies First. School's over, work's busier than ever, but I can make time. I will do this.
I want to apologize. Sure, I make the chapters long, but it still shouldn't have taken this long to write this. Last chapter was released just before the story's like fourth anniversary, with promises of another to shortly follow. I won't be posting anything from Ladies First again until after I've finished the last chapter here, but I will put the form and notes back up on my profile.
My plan for this chapter was to get through the recap of the Games, the Coronation, and the Final Interview, but then I decided that I wanted to cover the entirety of the Games and give a final tribute to your tributes. They were all so wonderful and I loved most of them, and they deserved so much more than what I could give them.
To the few that haven't given up on me, your support means the world. To those who have, well…
I don't blame you TBH.
I love you all, and I hope you're all safe and healthy.
Z
Also of note, I've started a new series ish. I'm calling it Panem: a History or something and it will go over every year between now and the beginning of Ladies First. First chapter should be up soon, so check it out!
