District Four is here, I hope you enjoy too! I almost have all the tributes now which is exciting!

Ezra Talcot POV:

I swung my wooden sword into the ship mass, a battle cry erupting from my throat. My little brother Carter gave a ran towards me, his own wooden sword aimed at my chest. I dropped to the floor, watching Carter's sword splinter slightly when it impacted the mass.

I gave a small grunt, leaping to my feet as swinging my sword at Carter. The dark haired boy gave a small scream as he jumped away, blocking my offensive blows. He yelped when I struck his sword, hoping backward from my and rubbing his wrist.

I opened my mouth to ask him if he was okay but he just gripped his sword in the other hand. He gave me a quick smile as he circled me, waiting for me to make my first move. He was amazing at defense but the boy didn't have a clue how to attack.

I tried to aim for his chest but Carter quickly blocked it, leaving me no other choice.

"Sorry," I sighed, kicking my brother in the leg. He gasped, his hand shooting to his leg, leaving him vulnerable and open for attack. While he was distracted, I poked my sword into his stomach, his form arching around it.

"You didn't play fair!" He screamed, tears in his eyes as he held his leg in pain.

"Eh, it would have taken too long," I laughed, passing Carter my sword. He glared at me then removed it from my hands, pouting as he did so.

"You have to let me win one day, Ezra," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with me. I bent down to his level, a goofy smile on my face and rustled his hair.

"Then learn to attack, you can't win a fight just by being defensive," I chuckled but Carter just stuck his middle finger up at me as he stormed off the boat, and sat on the dock, watching the waves.

To anyone passing by, we might have seemed trained, ready to volunteer for the Games and kill anyone who looked at us funny. That was far from the truth. Mine and my brother's father had died when we were young; I was only three at the time. He was reaped into the Games when he was eighteen and we never saw him again, he was killed in the bloodbath.

It frightened me. Watching my father spared through the chest, it was sadly one of my vivid memories of him. From that day, I refused to let myself go the same way. I trained as often as I could with a sword, any free moment was spent perfecting my skills along with my brothers so if any of us was ever reaped, we wouldn't suffer the same fate as our father.

"Ezra, Carter!" my mother called from shore, waving her arms above her head. "The reaping's in an hour!". I watched Carter slowly push himself to his feet and shuffle towards the beach, mumbling as he did so. Maybe I should let him win once in awhile but no one ever learned from having it easy.

Kaya Rainey Amazon POV

It was wrong that they made him come. My brother was sick, soon to be dead if I didn't do anything about it. Yet, they still made him come to the reaping as a spectator. He wasn't even of reaping age and needed the help of our twin siblings Hazel and Harriett to keep him upright. They were younger than him, he shouldn't have been their responsibility, it was mine and my twin brother, Kristoff's, job.

I looked to my right to see a smiling Kristoff looking back at me from across the way. He knew what I was about to do and even if he didn't agree with it, I knew he would support me.

Even on my tiptoes, I was unable to see Aylee, who was stood with the twelve-year-olds. I could just make out Maya's crying form in the fourteen-year-old section. We were all frightened, this was our first reaping and one of us was going to be taken away.

Hazel gave me a small wave as their sick sibling, Torren was struggling to keep his eyes open. No child as ill as Torren should have to turn up to something that didn't concern them, none of them should have. All three should have been able to stay home, awaiting their older siblings return.

The Capitol was so cruel, it made me sick. They were the reason my family ran away, into the woods that surrounded District Four. We lived a peaceful life there, not bothering anyone and just being a family. But even then, The Capitol had to stick their nose in.

At the age of twelve, I watched my father, mother, and little sister Celia, who was only Four, shot before they even had a chance to beg for mercy. Me and my other siblings only escaped because we ran, they could never catch us through the thick undergrowth.

After that, things only went from bad to worse. Torren fell ill and no amount of herbs or natural medicine could fix it. We had no other choice to come back to District Four in search of a cure. However, over the years, we had forgotten how poor our home District was. Every day, Torren got worse, in the end, leaving me no choice.

I watched the reaped male walk to the stage, shaking while his mother and who I assume were his brothers, cried and screamed for the escort to pick another name. Part of me wished I could volunteer for him, let him live a happy life with his family but once again, The Capitol had a rule against that.

I was happy when I saw the chosen female. She emerged from Aylee's section, the poor thing trying not to cry.

"I volunteer!" I screamed, pushing my way out of my line and racing towards the stage, the small twelve-year-old girl thanking me through tears as she ran back to her place.

On the stage, I watched my family cry, my brother holding his head high, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with tears. They might cry now but I would win and I would bring back something that would make us all happy again.