"In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and a female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public "reaping". These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol. And then transferred into a public arena, where they will fight to the death until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as "The Hunger Games."
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
—Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | Robert Frost.
Welcome to my NaNoWriMo project for 2022! (Of course none of this counts towards my goal, yet).
This fic is aiming to be a study of what it takes to be a Victor, and the kids that get there. It's a rocky start; please don't read this fic expecting to see Hunger Games similar to those in the original trilogy. They are not that. I don't think any of them will be-this is very much about the beginning and I hope you'll be able to see them start to evolve as we go on.
I've attached one of my favourite poems that inspired the title. The last stanza in particular is so pertinent to so many of these kids.
This fanfiction is also posted on my AO3 (loserbyname), and it's prettier there. Completely up to you where you read it though! I'm just excited to have people along for the ride!
