- A brand-new war began,

One that no one else could feel.-

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May 13, 52( always the Hunger Games year, just like my teacher told me)

Currently 3:41 am when writing

-Micah

So hey, um to whoever this is intended for. Felix? Swoop? Kingly? No real clue as I don't really intend for this to be given out. Anyways, my thoughts are pretty muddled right now so whoever is reading this, just know this is aimed at anyone and anything.

So recently I've been thinking a ton of things, but more recently it has been about that Cavern where the second melee of the games went down at.

Looking back on it, it seemed more of a squabble than a melee as we spent more time shouting at each other than actually fighting. Still ended with Swoop, Rowan, and Surly dead at my feet. Swoop, if I remember he died by Rowan's swing of a mace and a broken skull while Rowan quickly succumbed to me snapping her neck in impulsive revenge. That was one of the first things we were taught to never do; revenge. After all someone will always be seeking revenge at your revenge.

Strangely, it has only been almost ten months and my real memory isn't as strong at the nightmares. If you seen the replay of it, of course the tapes make it seem that I had planned that ambush, which from my point of view, I didn't. AT ALL. In all seriousness I really only wanted to gain control of the only water station in that dumb place. Not my fault Surly stupidly dashed right into Swoop's arc of aim.

If I were to talk about the worst thing that affects me after the Arena, it is my inability to appreciate a good joke. Sometimes I still am judgemental of anyone who tries to joke with me, though I really try not to be. Seems nothing compares to Swoop's joking of that crazy District One girl, what was her name? Kingly told me once, pretty sure it was some weird name like Diate.

Kingly really disliked her for the fact that she would not stop trying to flirt with the escort. The escort was a girl and pretty flustered while Kingly was quite disgusted(jealous) about a beautiful girl ignoring someone as good looking as him for a Capitolite. His ego was quite shattered that day so I was kind of glad when salamander mutts took her out on Day 5. Quite unusual for a career trained girl who scored a 9 with the Gamemakers.

Weirdly, the whole alliance system was unusual as there was no standard "Career Pack" this year. Reason being is that my partner, Fera, teamed with Diate, the four girl Natalie, and District 3's Hexa. Not going to lie, I was a bit of a hot-head back then (still am according to Atlas) and made another alliance out of spite. It was me, Swoop of 11, Kingly of 1, and Felix of 5. Felix died with an arrow through his head after the bloodbath and Kingly was with me till the final three. I really miss them a lot sometimes.

-sigh-

Why am I so sentimental all of a sudden?

I spend way too much time with Thalia and her emotional balance nonsense. If any of the Trainers saw me now, I'd be forced to do 200 lunges and 3 minutes of underwater breathing until I was too exhausted and cold to be worried about emotions. All it does is get you killed.

That is why Kingly died, he couldn't separate his affection for me and winning the games anymore. Idiot dude took a rapier through the abdomen.

Cool it dude. Maybe the witch isn't wrong about venting, but I don't need to tell her that. Unless I want to suffer under her smirking gaze for the rest of my life.

Yeah no, I much rather have a mustard smoothie than that.

Speaking of drinks, I'm quite fascinated by the concept of hot chocolate.

It is surely a better drink than Mustard.

Not as much as tea of course, but still I have to give some credit for the games. I again blame Thalia for that newfound problem of mine.

Holy heck, I can already hear her laugh in the back of my mind. Maybe I should just stop scheduling every other afternoon with her. I could always take Atlas and Richter up on that invitation to be a Trainer.

Probably not.

Well, I'm feeling quite tired so this is goodbye I guess.

See you next time?

Signed by

Micah Schimdt(If you did not notice that before of course)

The door of my room creaks open as I am closing the journal and putting away the pencil, and I quickly react out of fear by grabbing my little knife that is on my desk. Whipping around violently, I clutch the weapon fiercely and aim.

"Hey Hotstuff."

A tall blonde haired man leaned against my door frame with no shirt, but thankfully had on some blue sweat pants riding dangerously low. His whole stature scream flirtation as his brown eyes were almost black with some emotion.

Great. It's only my favorite victor; Remus Verona.

He could be such an actor sometimes, you'd think he came from District One.

Rolling my eyes with annoyance at his antics, I shut my red covered journal and place it underneath my drawer.

At my silent response to his greeting, I hear him huff dramatically and see Remus pout sadly before smiling and walking to my chair out of the corner of my eye. His pale hands grasped onto the chair's back and I tried to quickly scramble off of it after I noticed a joking glint in his eyes.

I get spun around the room only a quarter before falling off and banging my knees on the granite floor. Some nerve of a guy like him. Getting up of the ground, I sit crossed-legged and look at him with annoyance.

"Remus, why do you think it's okay to keep breaking into my house at night? I do like my sleep you know?"

The way I say it sounds like I am exasperated with him. Which I most definitely am.

"Your light was on."

"So were the Trainers, they have to do Finals next month, yet you don't seem to ever break in their houses."

I retorted defensively.

"Yes, but they aren't new victors, nor as young as you. Therefore I cannot get away with it."

He pointed out like it was obvious while mocking an innocent smile.

"I'm literally only 18. My birthday was last week. You were there for Capital's sake! And you're only a year older, if that."

My defense and justification as to why he couldn't be here is slipping, but it would have surely been better if I hadn't been sleep deprived for the past three nights thanks to a certain someone.

"But I have been a Victor longer my friend."

I stay silent at that, because he was right. I guess winning your games at 15 does have its perks.

My eyes watch Remus carefully as he crouches down and lies his head on my lap, a lazy grin appearing on his face. He was certainly lucky I considered him a friend or else I'd scalp him right here.

"I lock my doors you know?"

"I once grew up on the streets, lockpicking is like breathing to me. Not to mention you leave the key in the lightholder you never replace. Seriously dude, our escort already thinks we are savages enough as it is."

I look away with my cheeks burning of embarrassment even though I can hear the chuckle at the end of Remus's words. I weakley counter his claim.

"It's only because Achilles is a moth and can't stand anywhere without any bright lights. He wouldn't know the difference between the two if a ball of fire was coming at him and he was going to die."

A sharp laugh filled the air.

"Last words would be," the blonde haired man imitated his escort's preppy voice," 'Now this is how you light up the sky!'"

We both share a comfortable laugh, easing off with silence.

Distractedly, I run my fingers through Remus's hair with a hand, my other laying on my leg passively.

As I start to doze off slightly, head leaned up against my bed frame and my eyes lightly shut, Remus pipes up again with a question.

"You'll be mentoring this year, right? I don't know if you know this, but it's sort of a tradition for the new Victor here to give a speech at Finals to congratulate the winners of them. A boost of morale they call it, but not really," his head slightly shakes as he chuckles, "Anyways you only have to do it once, but make sure you do it right or they won't respect you one bit."

I hum a response, thinking it would suffice but that earns me a swat on the leg.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?"

I exclaim angrily, out of my sleepy daze.

"You weren't listening." He huffed with a pout.

"Sorry, I'll make sure I do my speech well. It won't be that monstrosity that you had three years ago either. Now that was embarrassing."

Rolling his eyes, though slightly agreeing in his eyes, Remus got off my lap and onto my bed. He even took the best spot on it.

"Dude."

"Dude."

Looking me straight in the eye, a defiant glare in there, I submitted as I was currently a dead man walking and climbed right next to him.

"Night, asshole."

"Sleep well."

Covering myself over my head with the blanket, I fall asleep to my friend's even breathing.

Before I do, I think one last coherent thought.

"I am so not ready to mentor."

A point of view from the Male District Two's mentor; Micah Schmidt, who last year's victor.

If you are submitting District Two's Tributes, I'd appreciate if you mention a bit of what happened during their Finals.

Basically they follow three main parts- Mental, Emotional, and Physical.

Mental mainly is an evaluation on what would happen to their stability and mind with various types of stressors(murdering, torture,gore,etc)

Emotional is what would happen if they were given a series of events where humanity is questioned or something along those lines.

Physical is the part where they would be put through hazardous conditions and the mentality of the Games and are expected to pass it through a certain amount of time.

Two's tributes are known for brutality and cruelty, so the Capital expects just that. If you can pass Physical and Mental than you don't need Emotional unless it comes to a tie.

The scoring works like this

Ex. Micah Schmidt

Mental- 4/5

Emotional-7/11

Physical- 8/10

Overall- Good Possibility for Victor Status

Confusing, but that is why there is an unofficial section for Trainers as they tend to disturb the others.

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-Quiet