A/N: Just because this chapter is up doesn't mean the SYOT is closed, just that I have all the first district's tributes. Also, all the tribute's POV's will be first person, as well as Hyacinth's and Gossamer's. The first chapter was a one-off. Anyways, thank you for livinginadream0 for Almadine and that unnamed woman for Marcus!

Also thank you to Radio Free Death and an unnamed Guest for reviewing!

Chapter 1: District 1 Reaping: Glory Awaits

District 1

Almadine Chalcedony's POV

A group of enraptured kindergarteners sit around my feet.

"And then she picked the traitor up by the throat and stabbed him through the neck!"

Glitz, one of the kids, grabs my shoe.

"Amadie?" he asked. "Whas gonna habben?"

"Well, keep listening and I'll tell you." I smile.

"She then found the mean, mean man who murdered her friends, and they had a massive fight!"

The screen behind me flicks to a shot of my great-grandmother Iridescence, 17 at the time, holding a squirming 14-year-old boy by his hair. The boy slashed her hand with a knife, but she grabbed his head and smashed it into a wall multiple times until the cannon fell.

"And she won!" I yell triumphantly. The kids burst into thunderous applause, yelling and screaming.

Glitz smacks hands with his friends Amethyst and Whoa. The three scramble up towards me.

"Will your gramma be there at the reaping?" Whoa asks. I shake my head. "Gramma's not here anymore, but she'll be watching down from above. But I'll be there, volunteering."

"Are you gonna win?" inquires Amethyst in a small voice.

I stiffen at the question. "Yes. Yes, I will."

Amethyst, satisfied with the answer, says, "If you don't, then I'll be sad. I don't wanna be sad."

I grin at her. "And you won't be sad. Because I'm going to win."

Amethyst beams at me. "Thank you Amadie!" she scurries off to join her friends.

They walk past Rhodium, my brother, who watches me with an amused half-smile.

"Come on, sis. It's reaping time."

I stand up, grinning.

"Let's do this."

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"Dear Great-Grandmother, I call upon your power and courage on this fine day. I hope you are watching down on me from above, and you can grant me with the skills you used to win. I hope you will guide me to victory in the Hunger Games. Amen."

I blow out the candle and step back from my shrine. Perfect. I hear my parents calling. I say goodbye to my room and run to join them on their way to the Reaping. My last reaping as a tribute, and one of many as a Victor.

Marcus Licinius Waltney Jr.'s POV

I crash against the wall, huffing. Ring stands in front of me, ready for another blow. Fantastica, Platinum and Saffron crowd around me, watching and cheering. Cheering for the wrong person.

"You-you attacked me!" I splutter at Ring. "I'm going to call my father! Oh, boy, you will regret this! I'll make sure you live out your life in my emerald mine-"

Ring cuts me off by punching me in the jaw. I scream out at the blood dripping onto my luxury suit.

"You're a contemptible asshole," he says angrily, and punches me once more.

He turns, Fantastica immediately bustles up to him and happily dabs at his cheeks with a handkerchief, and I tackle him from behind.

The bigger boy yells out. I feel Saffron and Platinum grab my arms, and I am lifted against the wall. I call out desperately as Ring walks towards me, hands in fists.

Suddenly, the noise of a cowbell fills the air, and I turn. Tom and Jerry stand in the corridor a little further along. Jerry made the noise using the bell that I had the ingenious idea of tying to his neck so I could always know where he was.

My personal Avoxes walked up to us. Saffron and Platinum drop me, and I crash to the ground. Tom walks up to Ring and throws out a fist of his own. Ring looks at me, his face covered in blood, and runs off in the opposite direction. The twins glare at me and follow. Fantastica looks at me, her face screwed up, and hurries to catch up to the three boys.

I turn to the pair. "Hello," I say, not expecting an answer. They are simply Avoxes, after all. The pair escort me down the corridor, away from the raffle I just encountered, and back to the car.

Waiting in the car are my makeup crew (unimportant), my tutor Amarandanara (far too many a's to be interesting), and my father. I hang my head as I sit next to them. Mother is not there. Mrs. Esmerelda G. Waltney (no-one knows what the G stands for, not even her), was probably in bed like she always was, with that horrid Morphling drip attached to her.

"Where's Mother?" I ask Father. His vacant gaze confirms it. "Where are we off to?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

"Reaping." His answer is brusque with a tinge of sadness. I'm good at that. Reading voices. Amarandanara always calls it a special talent of mine. Speaking of which, she immediately shuffles up to me and starts going over the lessons I have after the reaping.

Stupid Father. Stupid multi-millionaire empire. Stupid accounting tutor. Stupid name. Everything is stupid as our car pulls away towards the reaping.

District 1 Justice Building

Almadine Chalcedony's POV

I watch as the Capitol propaganda video ends and a montage of all our District's winners appears on the huge screens overlooking the Reaping.

Our District's Escort, Artemisia Appleby, walks up to the stage. This woman is new, having upgraded from District 8 after they won last year. The winner in question is one Theodore Satin-Sword.

He won by hiding for the first half of the games, then showing his true colors as a violent killer. I can't help but respect him for that, even if he is from 8.

"Hello, District 1!" Appleby says to the crowd. "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor."

She shuffles over to the huge bowls and dips her hand into the girl's one. "Ladies first!" she chirps and pulls out a name.

"Tourmaline Fragrance!"

A girl steps out of the 16-year-olds section. She glances around for a volunteer, when I decide it is my time to strike. About three other girls call out at the same time.

"I VOLUNTEER!"

My heart races. I dash out into the long space in the middle of the rows, followed by three girls. This is my favorite part of the Reaping.

I recognize the girls. Their names are Ruby, Garnet, and Rose Quartz. Tourmaline herself also dives into the fray.

"In the name of Iridescence Chalcedony!" I call out and launch myself at the girls. I overview the situation. Tourmaline in a fistfight with Garnet, and Ruby pulling Rose Quartz's hair. I lunge at Ruby and tackle her off Rose Quartz, who jumps to her feet. I punch Ruby's face, and she whimpers and backs away. One down, three to go.

I glance back at the others. Garnet seems to have beaten Tourmaline, as she is backing off towards Rose Quartz. I dash for Garnet, who grins and shoves me to the ground. I hit the stone floor hard, knocking the breath out of my body, and Garnet rushes in to kick me.

I grab her leg, lift it off the floor, and kick her other leg out. She falls to the floor, screaming cattily. I crawl over to her, lift my boot and stamp on her nose. She lets out a wail of pain and gently rolls away. Two down, two to go. But there are none to go.

Rose Quartz has backed down, and Tourmaline is lying on the floor, whining like a dog.

I step up, and repeat, "I volunteer."

"A volunteer!" Appleby squeals, as if she has never seen a volunteer before. To be fair, coming from 8, she probably hasn't.

"What would your name be, dear?" she says, ramming the microphone in my face.

"Almadine Chalcedony."

"Ooh!" she crows. "As in Victor Chalcedony? Iridescence?"

I nod, and she steps over to the boy's bowl.

"Trillion Maver-"

"I VOLUNTEER!"

And then my district partner steps out of the 13-year-old section. Short, with wavy golden hair and striking green eyes, the muscley-looking boy that everyone instantly recognizes steps forward.

Everyone instantly recognizes him. The son of Marcus Waltney Sr., Marcus Waltney Jr.

But Appleby doesn't recognize him, and she asks his name.

"Marcus Licinius Waltney Jr." he drawls poshly.

He steps towards me, sticking his hand out. I extend mine, confused at why this tiny kid is volunteering for the Games.

He smiles in a way that makes my stomach hurt.

We shake hands, and I am sure that he will not survive the bloodbath.

A/N: Churned this out in an afternoon. As I stated at the beginning of the chapter, I DO NOT HAVE ALL MY TRIBUTES YET. Just this District's. Please feel free to review and/or drop a few tributes of your own in a PM.

Thanks!

-Luke