I'm A Hunger Games Victor—Not Your Avox

by Maleficent-darkgoodwitch2416

Cinderella has a twin sister named Ariana Tremaine. Ariana grows up first as Jenna Mason, loses memory, then as Nightlock and Rue's older sister, volunteering and winning the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games along with Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, and Thresh—joins the rebellion and eventually loses her entire family. Will Ella ever get close to her twin or will Ariana keep Ella out?

8. The First Evening

Ella and I then served Anastasia, Drizella, and Stepmother dinner. Then we did some last minute cleaning.

After we cleaned up the dinner trays—I'd let Ella eat most of the scraps, only taking a few for myself. She looked at me and I murmured, "I was in charge of feeding my family back in Panem. I'll do the same thing here for you."

She nodded gratefully. We went up to bed—I sat silently on my bed after we each changed into our nightgowns. She crawled into bed and she asked, "Which one of us is older?"

I shrugged and said, "We'll say me since I'll be the one making sure we have something to eat." She nodded.

Then she said, "You never answered. Did you have other siblings?"

I sighed and said, "Ella, get some sleep."

She grimaced and I quickly tucked the blanket around her and began to sing, "Deep in the meadow, under the willow—a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe, here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. Deep in the meadow, hidden far away—a cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray. Forget your woes and let your troubles lay and when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you." Ella drifted off to sleep and I gave her the Panem salute and said, "Good night, Ella. Sleep well."

I went over to my bed and sat on it as tears slid down my face. Yeah, Snow was gone, but so was Rue. I stared up at the ceiling and began to sing, "I dreamed a dream in time gone by when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid and dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted, but the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder as they tear your hope apart—as they turn your dream to shame. And still I dream she'll come to me, that we will live the years together but there are dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living—so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed." Tears streamed down my face as I fell asleep.