Hello so first I have a prologue and don't review saying it was short because I like my prologues short. So here we go…

Help me

I lay wide-awake in bed thinking about everything that can go wrong. Lots, I suppose. Oh well. It's the reaping tomorrow. I pray it won't be me… I pray and I pray, it won't be me, ever, never let it be I.

I must have drifted off because I find myself locked inside a dark dream, there's a gong and a rush of voices and the stamp of feet. Then there's a loud noise and the sound of hysterical laughter, a golden mist surrounds me and I hear other people or other things moving around. Then there's a bright green glow between a sandy colour and the golden mist. I hear a yell and then there's the shadowy shapes of, I think, trees. I see a tangle of roots and branches and packed up earth. Then the high-pitched screams of a fight, and a sound of crashing boots. A sent of berries and fresh blood then all goes dark. Next I see, it's the golden mist again and with it comes the panting of animals and the rough laboured breathing of a human. I hear more shouts and screams and an agonising tear at my skin then…

I wake covered in sweat breathing hard and I look around for the things that made those sounds then I realised, It was just a dream. But I think, if that ever happened in real life, then I would have to say just two simple words,

Help me.