Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.

Note: The first Victor. Not a mighty pro-Capitol teen nor a brave rebel... just Mizar from Nine. If his name sounds familiar for reasons other than my fics, well, at a past point in time I referred to the Victor list from Mockingjay's film set as canon. I eventually kinda just didn't like most of the names nor the ratio of Victors per District and made up better names. The point is, Mizar was named from that and I liked his name (and didn't want to go around changing a bunch of names as that'd just get confusing lmao). Anyway, no sense stalling, here's the first ever Victor!

"What do you think it must have been like to be in the first ever Hunger Games?" Peeta asked, hesitant. "I mean, it was so new... prior to mutts, prior to Careers... it was so different."

"Just as sick as ever," Katniss replied shortly. "Anybody could've won... just happened Mizar was that one."

"Yeah," Peeta said, taking a deep breath. "From what I hear, he was nice. Very sensitive, but why should that be a bad thing?"

"Why indeed," Katniss agreed, looking at Mizar's imprinted face in the sidewalk.

1st Annual Hunger Games

Name: Mizar Aldjoy

Gender: Male

District: 9

Age: 15

Kills: 1

Shy as a mouse.

Mouse boy.

Squeaky.

Those were all things Mizar was rather used to hearing in his life. It had never bothered him any, given he'd always had quite a fondness for mice when growing up. He was always the sort to carefully pick one up and place it safely outside rather than kill it or leave it for the cat to snack on.

When he was a boy, he'd been asked by his little sister Maizie if he'd ever wanted to go on an adventure, to do something more. He had, naturally, shook his head and said that he was very much content with the slow paced life on his family's farm. It was peaceful, serene, quiet... perfect for a 'mouse boy' like himself.

Mizar hadn't had any role in the rebellion at all, unless hiding like a mouse counted. He'd spent a lot of time curled up in a bull within the wheat fields, praying that nobody would find him and that the battles would just leave him alone. Against all odds he'd managed to get through the rebellion without a scratch.

But then the Hunger Games were instated by President Orion and all it took was his District's smug Escort pulling his name out from the boy's reaping bowl to ensure that there was no more hiding from then on. Mizar stood on the stage, trembling like a leaf, as he surveyed the hopeless crowds of children and parents beyond the pens they had been stuck into.

Mizar took a good look around, already feeling like it was the very last time he'd ever lay eyes upon his beloved, quiet home. He dared cast a look at his District Partner, a sickly little twelve year old by the name of Petra, and said one line that would become associated with the Hunger Games forever more.

"May the odds be ever in your favour."

He'd meant it nicely. Petra knew he had, too. But the powers that be saw the clip and merely saw a snappy tagline for their new murder game.

Mizar had performed exceptionally poorly at the parade, being shy as a mouse. He had no capacity for attention and all the jeers, cheers and laughter was far more than his shy, anxious self could take. He ended up fainting off of his chariot as soon as he and the other twenty three tributes had reached the training centre that was to be their prison for the short time before the Games began.

It was lucky for himself and the continued health of his spine that he'd fallen into the arms of the girl from District Ten. A shy, freckled brunette one year his junior hardly holding herself together any better looked down at him, silently setting him down onto his feet.

"Thank you," Mizar had said, his voice cracking so much that it was hard for some to know what he had said.

"You're welcome..." the girl said, diverting her eyes timidly.

Mizar later found out, while watching the parade recap on TV and the Games hosts mocking his anxiety, that the girl's name was Sophie.

Prior to crying himself to sleep, Mizar decided that he rather liked Sophie.

With the Capitol's extreme thirst for blood in the wake of the rebellion and how the Games as new a concept as they were terrifying, there was only a single day permitted for training. Mizar stood amongst the crowd, trying to keep his breakfast down as he listened to the Head Trainer explaining the basic rules to them.

He'd zoned out for most of it, but hearing 'all but one of you will pay for your crimes with death' had told him all he felt he needed to know.

The crowd around him was a varied lot, all sharing one key thing in common with one another... fear. Most rebel children had already been killed and the young war heroes who helped the Capitol were either dead, over eighteen or too injured to be of any use for setting an example, so the reapings had all been one hundred percent random.

Gazing at the crowd of tributes, Mizar felt that it certainly showed. Among the highlights were a combat medic from One, a shrimpy boy from two, a young married pair from Six, a very angry little girl from Eight and Sophie, of course.

Mizar ended up unable to keep down his breakfast when he started imagining which of them would end his life.

The day of training had even the oldest and bravest of the tributes on the verge of an anxiety attack. After all, with a death game looming and little time to prepare it was a tall order to stay calm.

Mizar had shied away from the weapons, intimidated by the blades and of the other tributes trying their hand with them, most to very little success. The first half of the day had been spent learning about edible plants, finding water and how to camouflage himself.

"They can't kill me if they cannot find me," Mizar had mumbled to himself. "They can't find me if I can stay fed and watered, always moving..."

Every hour that passed was marked by a loud gong, one that never failed to make at least twenty of the tributes yelp or jump in alarm. The Gamemakers and other staff hanging around had found this hilarious. Mizar disagreed.

With only three hours to go Mizar had eventually forced himself to at least try with one of the weapons. Ever hopeless, it had taken remembrance of something his little sister had one said to make him focus.

"Even the word hopeless has hope in it."

The weapon turned out to be the bow and arrow. Having played around with his own bow and arrow when growing up on the farm Mizar had some competence with the weapon. He'd passed the time lamely firing arrows, his expression ever sombre even as many of them hit the target without issue at all.

"Mind if I train here?"

Mizar hadn't hesitated to step aside so Sophie could have a turn. She favoured a crossbow, carefully firing it at the target, hardly able to say a word.

"Not bad," Mizar had said, weakly smiling. "You might win."

"I don't want to hurt anybody," Sophie had whispered, pale faced. "Maybe... maybe if we do nothing. Nothing... well, the trainer said the Cornucopia has a month of food and water, right? Maybe if we just didn't fight and we lived peacefully?"

"...That sounds lovely," Mizar agreed, his weak smile becoming a little bit less so. "Maybe it could happen."

The later irony of this conversation would haunt Mizar for many, many years to follow.

The tributes tried to sleep, but many of them took a long time to fall asleep. More than just a few didn't manage to fall asleep in the first place. Mizar had been among the former group, eventually going off on a wander, through any unlocked door he could find.

His wandering had led him up to the roof where he'd sat down, content to watch the night sky and the moon for what might have easily been the very last time in his life. Having only scored a 5, he wasn't very confident.

"Can't sleep either?"

Mizar smiled, figuring that if this really was his last night alive then he could certainly do worse than to spend it alongside Sophie.

"Nope," Mizar had said. "I mean... how can anybody sleep? Tomorrow..."

"I'm not gonna fight," Sophie vowed, sniffling. "I'll just grab a crossbow and leave. At least then I can hunt animals for food, you know?"

"Can I come with you?" Mizar asked. "I think, whatever happens, we might do better together."

"Sure, let's do it," Sophie agreed, smiling in spite of her tears.

The two had shaken hands, soon spending a lot of the night just talking to each other about anything that came to mind. Sophie spoke of her eventful job as a delivery girl, Mizar told his companion about his little sister, Sophie mentioned her pet rabbit, Mizar mentioned a few jokes about the cruel President Orion that his Grandpa had told him, Sophie cried for her mother, Mizar sobbed for the world without the Hunger Games that was long gone.

Both thanked the other for their company, eventually falling asleep back to back upon the roof. This was the same position they were found in the next morning when it was time for the Hunger Games to make their grisly debut.

The interview, if that was even the right word for it, hadn't been anything quite so grand as it would be in future years of the Hunger Games. The tributes had all been marched, cuffed and chained, onto the Hovercraft and once locked into their seats were asked a single question by one of the Capitol newscasters, Mortimer Minch.

"How do you feel, Tribute?"

The answers had been, predictably, quite varied. Dazzle from One had only been able to sob, Slate from Two had honestly said he was scared, Fuse from Three replied she was trying not to think about it, Brooke from Four had barely been able to whisper that she wanted her daddy, Edison from Five had mumbled about feeling he was smart enough to survive, Mazda from Six vowed he and his wife Nissan were going to be the last two and then refuse to fight, Ty from Seven spat in Mortimer's face, Nilli from Eight told Mortimer to go eat a dick, Petra from Nine had thrown up on Mortimer's shirt, Russ from Ten had ignored Mortimer outright, Harvest from Eleven dared express confidence and Rose from Twelve had only been able to sigh in pure depression.

Mizar, frozen still as a state in his own seat, had told Mortimer he truly had no idea how he was feeling whatsoever.

The first thing Mizar saw when he rose into the arena in his padded bottle green tribute outfit was grass. Grass, grass and more grass. The arena around him was a massive meadow as far as his eyes could see, with hills and small clusters of forest further away from his launch pedestal.

For the first time in his life Mizar had seen snow. The area right around the Cornucopia was coated in a blanket of it, mainly for effect, but also in hopes of the white being stained with red assuming things went exactly as the Capitol was hoping.

The countdown had caused screams, cries and around three tributes to wet themselves. Mizar was one of the criers, unlike the boy from eight on his left who was one of the latter group.

When the Games had begun there was no rampaging sprint to the golden Cornucopia for supplies like in a typical year. Instead, Mizar joined the rest of the tributes in a slow, caitious amble towards the Cornuciopia. They milled around, gathering supplies while eyeing each other with distrust and more than a little fear. But no killing. Not even a small slap.

Mizar slung on a blue backpack, grabbing a bow and a quiver of arrows. He had just grabbed hold of a large container of water, rising up to see where Sophie was when it happened.

IT.

The moment Panem never, ever forgot.

Some say her hands were shaking too much, others say the crossbow had been rigged to fire too easily when it had been made, a very tiny minority mostly ignored past the Second Rebellion claimed she did it on purpose.

Whatever the case, Sophie had fumbled just a little too much with the crossbow in her hands and it had fired off its arrow.

A shrill, weak cry filled the clearing. All acting as one, the tributes stared in horror at the source of it all.

The girl from Seven, Jakki, had the arrow pieced horribly in her gut. She hardly managed to rasp out something unintelligible before she coughed up some blood and collapsed on her back. Sophie ran towards her, wailing and crying already.

Mizar didn't get a chance to act before the first of hundreds and hundreds of cannons boomed throughout the arena. Jakki was dead, and twenty three remained.

Any chance of peace was as dead as the redheaded girl from Seven. Moments later it became as dead as Sophie when Ty from Seven, furious over the death of his District Partner he'd grown up with, marched towards Sophie with an axe in hand.

One swing was all it took for the girl Mizar had become fast friends with to fall lifelessly to the grass, gone before she had hit the ground.

Mizar squeaked like a terrified mouse and ran. He ran and ran and ran. By the time he had evacuated the area and vanished over the nearest hill and towards a forest Russ from Ten had tried to attack Ty, only to miss and accidentally cut the throat of Henry from Eight. Nilli had shrieked and shoved Russ down. Ty had kicked Edison over when the glasses wearing boy had ran at him, assuming he was on the attack and not knowing he just wanted to get around him.

The Cornucopia Bloodbath was born.

Overreactions mixed with fear and tempers led kids who may have been friends in another world into enemies out for one another's blood. The battle raged on and on for over an hour with all manner of brutal fights going on. Screams echoed, roars were bellowed, blood coated the snow and the metal of the Cornucopia and the Capitol were loving it.

All the while, Mizar ran for his life.

Dazzle had her skull broken by a crate being smashed over it, Edison had his head chopped clean off, Petra was gutted, Harvest was trampled by upwards of five other tributes, Colton from Twelve was stabbed by Nilli only for the girl from Eight to be strangled by Rocky from Two. On and on it went, the blood that soaked the ground only getting thicker and thicker.

In the end King from One and Kai from Four duelled, sword against trident as many bodies lay around them. Slate, the only other tribute still at the Cornucopia having hidden behind some crates, tried to make a run for it. King took his focus off of Kai for a split second to slash Slate to a swift death, but this was all the time it took for Kai to land the killing blow upon King himself.

As the sun went down with Kai standing all alone in the eerily quiet meadow, panting hard, the cannons finally began to boom for all of those who had died after Jakki. On and on they went as the cameras gleefully panned over the cluster of corpses strewn all over the meadow, many of them still clutching onto the weapons they'd been using up to the moment of their deaths.

Eighteen tributes were killed by the Cornucopia that day.

Mizar, scared out of his mind, had settled in a small grove for the night. He lay on the ground, physically unable to sleep at all, the screams he'd been close enough to hear echoing in his head and the many cannons still ringing in his ears. It failed to register for quite some time that he was already near the end of the Games, but when it did his tears only fell thicker over the loss of innocent life.

He was quiet as a mouse when the death anthem played that night, a look of sheer horror upon his face at the massive number of portraits of the dead shown in the sky. He'd could hardly comprehend that they had all been alive not even a full day before.

The sight of Sophie's portrait and the memory of her vow to not fight back in the training centre had him crying until sunrise.

Mizar was deemed as having the lowest odds of winning out of the six who had survived the massacre. Even twelve year old Sal from Eleven was deemed to have slightly better odds, having been able to stab the boy from Three halfway through the bloodbath, even if non-lethally.

Only Fuse from Three, Kai from Four, Mazda and Nissan from Six, Mizar from Nine and Sal from Eleven had survived to see another sunrise.

The second day was eerily quiet for the most part, given how most of the tributes ended up falling asleep shortly after sunrise due to getting almost no sleep the night before. Mizar was among them, having fallen asleep in a crumpled heap amongst a few berry bushes.

Mizar didn't know it, of course, but Kai had gotten an early start. Wanting to minimise his own trauma he'd decided to end the Games as quick as possible, resolving to fight his way out. Kai didn't know it, but his willingness to fight and kill was to be repeated hundreds of times by other tributes in years to come.

Scythe in hand and all the supplies of the Cornucopia to himself Kai had hunted down Mazda and Nissan, the pair asleep in each others arms. Eyes filled with remorse he bought the scythe down, killing them both before they even knew what had happened.

Mizar was awoken by the double cannon fire and, after some time freaking out over the situation he was in, began to jog aimlessly through the furthest reaches of the arena in hopes of not being found by anybody.

He was found.

The terror of the Bloodbath and the fear throughout the night had shattered Fuse's sanity, leaving her laughing mad and a far cry from who she had been. She and Mizar crossed paths after midday which led to a chase through the meadow.

Mizar had found there was no pleading or reasoning with the insane, only fighting or fleeing. He chose the latter, only stopping when he was physically unable to keep on going. He had gotten lucky, having collapsed only a little before the forcefield.

Fuse tripped right over him before she could put her knife to use, ending up fried by the forcefield.

The sight of her body had Mizar hiding like a mouse amongst a nearby bush for the next several hours, his knees drawn up to hide his tears from the nation. He only moved when the Gamemakers used a powerful wind – the most their technology could really do back then – to physically blow him away so that they could collect Fuse's corpse.

One again, Mizar ran.

He ran into Sal.

It wasn't any real contest in any sense of the word. Mizar pleaded, he begged, he tried everything he could think of to stop death from arriving.

He failed, Sal killing himself. The smaller boy had no hope whatsoever that he would be able to win the Hunger Games and after seeing all the traumatising carnage the day prior decided to take his own life on his own terms.

The fact he was one step away from home didn't do a thing to improve Mizar's broken mood, the poor boy wandering aimlessly through the arena as the darkness descended while knowing the last tribute was likely hunting for him.

They met in a particularly snowy part of the meadow on the third and final day.

Kai was more than willing to fight and Mizar wasn't ready to die. With escape cut off by the powerful wind and rainstorm that kept pushing him back, Mizar had no choice but to take part in the battle and make his last stand.

The nation, especially Four and Nine, watched that morning as the two boys circled around each other in the pouring rain while firing off arrows at each other. Neither boy was a particularly bad shot, but the stress of the situation and all the trauma thus far had both fighting far from capacity.

"It doesn't have to be this way!" Mizar pleaded.

His only response was arrows, Kai having committed to winning the fight, not talking until the battle was won and he was out of the arena.

This never came to pass. Mizar eventually got off a lucky shot, his arrow piercing through Kai's right foot. As the fisher boy howled in agony Mizar acted on reflex, notching another arrow.

"I'm sorry."

The arrow hit Kai in the chest, his death quick and painless from the moment of contact. The cannon boomed as Kai crumpled over and before Mizar could say a word the trumpets sounded.

He was the first person to ever hear himself announced as the Victor of the Hunger Games. He was also the first to drop to his knees, pleading for forgiveness as the hovercraft descended.

Mizar was always the 'mouse boy' back home and continued this trend when he went home. He became a very reserved person for quite some time. He'd stay in his room of his fancy new house for hours on end, staring up at the ceiling and unresponsive to his family. Every shadow he saw, to him, was a tribute coming back to kill him. He just wanted to hide away in his mouse hole and never show his face ever again.

It wouldn't be until the Second Hunger Games, when he saw the poor pair of Tributes he had to mentor, that he'd snap out of his depression and start the legacy that he would be known for throughout his life and after it.

Being a friend to the poor and those unable to help themselves. He opened his home to the homeless, bought several poor kids out of the arena alive and tended to literally leave money laying around for those in poverty.

Nobody, not even Mizar himself, would ever know it... but he was the entire reason the Second Rebellion had a chance of happening.

During his Victory Tour when in Twelve he passed a starving young boy on his way back to the train station. He took pity on him, sharing a kind word and a small fortune of five hundred Caps to give the boy a chance of surviving. Thanks to Mizar this boy did not starve to death that winter.

The boy was named Ashford Everdeen. The boy who would eventually be Katniss' Grandpa.

"Rest in peace," Peeta whispered.

"Him and all the dead," Katniss muttered, pained. "Victor or tribute or... civilian..."

Peeta gently squeezed Katniss' hand as they moved on to the second Victor down the long path. The face of a rather sleepy, lazy even, girl looked up at them.

"Pliny Aransio," Peeta said, unable to hide the smallest of smirks. "The girl who literally slept through the Hunger Games and then won."

"A far cry from Johanna," Katniss said, chuckling humorlessly.

There we have it! The first Victor, the sensitive and timid everyman Mizar Aldjoy. Perhaps he's just a normal guy, but honestly with how theoretically anybody can win the Hunger Games... why not have the first Victor be just a normal guy and from a rather underused District as well? Expect him to pop up here and there in other Victor's tales, as thus with other Victors along the way. One down, seventy two to go!

Stats

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District 2: N/A

District 3: N/A

District 4: N/A

District 5: N/A

District 6: N/A

District 7: N/A

District 8: N/A

District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games)

District 10: N/A

District 11: N/A

District 12: N/A