Myana Herondale

Age 22

District 7 Mentor

I guess you could say that I got lucky. Sure, I was as prepared for the Games as an Outer District tribute can be, but in the end I won by pure dumb luck. I wasn't even in the Career pack, because I thought that they'd turn on a weakling like me in an instant.

I had managed to avoid and evade all the other tributes by pure chance. A girl Career had almost discovered my hiding place up in a tree, but she hopped to another one at the last second. And how did I win?

It was down to only two Tributes on either side of the arena. We were supposed to duel it out in the middle of the arena. The whole way there, I was saying my last prayers, because I knew I was going to die. But guess what?

The Tribute I was supposed to fight fell and broke his neck.

So therefore, I won my Games without a single kill.

I've always been a lucky person. I would randomly find stuff that was essential to me, or I'd find precious jewelry just by digging around. At some points, I even thought that all of my luck was just rigged by my parents to make me feel happier about my heart condition.

But no, it wasn't. After all, how could my parents be rigging it all when they're dead?

"Myana, could you come help me with dinner, dear?"

My thoughts are scattered by my auntie, who is currently my caretaker. I sigh and put down the book I was reading.

"Coming, auntie Tessa!" I call downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, I think about my auntie Tessa's Games. Auntie Tessa is a famous Victor of District 7. And she's called the Shapeshifter for a reason.

She's a master of fooling her enemies, so matter who they are. She won by allying with a bunch of people and killing them from within. They never stood a chance. When I think about the way she won, I sometimes wish that I had the guts to do the same thing.

"What do I have to do, auntie Tessa?" I ask when I got downstairs. Auntie Tessa turns around and wipes her hands on her apron. Even at her old age, Auntie Tessa is beautiful.

She has long red hair and a youthful face, which is probably in part to her healthy eating regimen and exercise habits. She gestures to some garlic, some eggs, and various cooking utensils.

"I'm making an omelette today. Your cousin Jemma is coming over to visit us today, and I want you to beat the eggs, cut the garlic, et cetera." Auntie Tessa turns back to the stove, where the delicious smell of tomato soup wafts through the air.

I obediently walk over and start chopping up the garlic.

"Are you excited to be a mentor again this year, dear?" Auntie Tessa asks me. I cringe a little at the thought. I only won my Games about two years ago, before President Ivy Rose came along. Therefore, I am very inexperienced at mentoring.

The last tribute I mentored died horribly. And one of the tributes I mentored who actually won was killed by a jealous younger sister a month ago. That event shook the District to it's core. My self-esteem as a mentor has plummeted since then. I stopped trusting my decisions and started to second-guess myself at every turn.

"I guess I am… I mean, why not… right…?" I sigh. I pause as I glance at the garlic cloves.

"Are these garlic cloves supposed to be diced or…?"

"Diced, dear. Just like always."

Vento Kamesan

Age 31

District 3 Mentor

Another year, another Tribute to come and go. I've been mentoring for some time, and at this point I've grown numb to the dying screams of the Tributes I mentor. It doesn't really scare me as much as the first time I've mentored.

I sigh and close my computer. This headache isn't going away. Whenever I do anything, I have to plan it out first, or it'll all go terribly wrong. That's what I did in my Games. I spent the days leading up to the Reaping planning out my strategies, which made it easier for me to win.

I'm currently plotting out my mentoring plans. Every year, I adjust it to the tribute chosen this year, the faults of my previous mentorings, et cetera. I suppose it's because I have OCD, but who knows.

"Vento!" my younger sibling bursts into my room, skidding to a stop too slow and knocking over my perfectly organized bookshelf.

"Grande! Why did you do that?!" I cry, rushing forward to reorganize the bookshelf. They cringe as I glare at them. Grande, my younger sibling, stoops down to help me pick up the books.

"Sorry Vento, but mom wants you to be ready for Reaping Day." Grande explains, shoving the books haphazardly into the shelf.

"Those are all mismatched. And I was ready about thirty minutes ago." I groan. Grande shrugs, shoving some more books into the shelf.

"I can't stand it when you're all clean like this…"

And that's it for the second prologue! This prologue is a bit shorter, but the next two prologues are going to be the same length. I don't have a lot of submissions at this point, so please submit a tribute or three! I know I'm a rather slow updater thanks to my first year of high school kicking my butt, but I promise that me and my sister AmericanPi will do our best to make this story a good one. The tribute form is on my profile, and this story is first-come, first-served!

Due to the recent reviews on my Smash Ultimate story, I might actually update that before Prologue three.

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