Master Sword13
thatjoshoverthere
- Joined
- Oct 16, 2010
- Location
- South Carolina
Here's the Prologue! Enjoy!
Prologue : Mare Blackpoint
Everything ran through my mind for the 20th time. Standing tall, hoping that Leif or his siblings wouldn’t be called. Even at the age of 19, he was eligible for the Hunger Games. It wasn’t like that before the Mockingjay. Of course there was the cheery “ladies first” rule. My luck was horrible.
“Tekara Ki!” Oh no… I thought. Not her. Anyone but her. I hoped that I had heard wrong. I hadn’t.
“Mare Blackpoint!” My luck didn’t get better. I saw Leif standing there, looking at me to the podium. I know Leif. I knew what he was going to say.
“No, you’re not volunteering.” I said. “You have Berri, Lea, and your mother to look after. You know how to survive. I’m going.” Leif swallowed back tears. Berri and Lea ran up and hugged my legs.
Berri was 11. I remembered her crying when her name was first entered for the Reaping. Lea was 10. It was his first year, and he was losing me. I always knew it was coming, though. I’m 15. It’s a wonder Leif survived as long as he has. Thinking back, though, it wasn’t. He lost his older sister when she took Leif’s place. That’s when I met Leif. That’s when we met because of how alone we felt.
I managed to shake off Lea and Berri, then I walked on to the stage. I couldn’t bear to look at them. Not like this.
The Reaping repeated itself over and over again, only occasionally freeing me from it’s grasp so I could watch the Reaping in the other districts.
First there was a boy from District 3. His name was Erak Xalon. He was my age. But I knew that he wasn’t one to understand me. He wouldn’t make a team here in the Capital. His eyes were a pale blue and his blond hair was pale. He looked really familiar… But why?
When I pulled myself out of my Reaping we were on to District 5. A girl named Chailyn was called. Her last name was drowned out by the thump of my heartbeat when I walked up to stand next to Tekara. She seemed 17, but I couldn’t tell for sure. She had mid-back straight brown hair.
Another two districts passed and I snapped out of the Reaping to see the boy from District 7 get called up. His name was Zordo Danascus. His hair was brown and almost shoulder length. He didn’t hesitate to stand on the stage in front of his district. Was he like me? Without a family?
I zoned out for a longer time than before. The last time the Reaping played in my head, it was in sync with the TV.
“Ladies first!” Effela Sleigh said as she reached in the ball to grab a name. “Tekara Ki!”
Tekara was only a year younger than me at the age of 14. Her hair was dark brown and tied in it’s usual french braids. That only made her emerald green eyes stand out. They’re like those shiny holographic cards that only the rich can afford. For second time in my life, I saw her bravely stand up to something that even she knew she couldn’t handle. Her mother was a cook for District 13, so everyone knew that Tekara was good with knives. Put her skill with knives aside, and she’s as normal as you can get in Panem.
Then I couldn’t watch anymore. Effela called my name and I left the room. Technically, this could result in decapitation, because Tributes are required to watch the Reaping in all the Districts, but I got lucky. The Peacekeeper blocking the door put his hand on my shoulder, walked away from the door and said something that changed my life.
“I hope you win.”
Prologue : Mare Blackpoint
Everything ran through my mind for the 20th time. Standing tall, hoping that Leif or his siblings wouldn’t be called. Even at the age of 19, he was eligible for the Hunger Games. It wasn’t like that before the Mockingjay. Of course there was the cheery “ladies first” rule. My luck was horrible.
“Tekara Ki!” Oh no… I thought. Not her. Anyone but her. I hoped that I had heard wrong. I hadn’t.
“Mare Blackpoint!” My luck didn’t get better. I saw Leif standing there, looking at me to the podium. I know Leif. I knew what he was going to say.
“No, you’re not volunteering.” I said. “You have Berri, Lea, and your mother to look after. You know how to survive. I’m going.” Leif swallowed back tears. Berri and Lea ran up and hugged my legs.
Berri was 11. I remembered her crying when her name was first entered for the Reaping. Lea was 10. It was his first year, and he was losing me. I always knew it was coming, though. I’m 15. It’s a wonder Leif survived as long as he has. Thinking back, though, it wasn’t. He lost his older sister when she took Leif’s place. That’s when I met Leif. That’s when we met because of how alone we felt.
I managed to shake off Lea and Berri, then I walked on to the stage. I couldn’t bear to look at them. Not like this.
The Reaping repeated itself over and over again, only occasionally freeing me from it’s grasp so I could watch the Reaping in the other districts.
First there was a boy from District 3. His name was Erak Xalon. He was my age. But I knew that he wasn’t one to understand me. He wouldn’t make a team here in the Capital. His eyes were a pale blue and his blond hair was pale. He looked really familiar… But why?
When I pulled myself out of my Reaping we were on to District 5. A girl named Chailyn was called. Her last name was drowned out by the thump of my heartbeat when I walked up to stand next to Tekara. She seemed 17, but I couldn’t tell for sure. She had mid-back straight brown hair.
Another two districts passed and I snapped out of the Reaping to see the boy from District 7 get called up. His name was Zordo Danascus. His hair was brown and almost shoulder length. He didn’t hesitate to stand on the stage in front of his district. Was he like me? Without a family?
I zoned out for a longer time than before. The last time the Reaping played in my head, it was in sync with the TV.
“Ladies first!” Effela Sleigh said as she reached in the ball to grab a name. “Tekara Ki!”
Tekara was only a year younger than me at the age of 14. Her hair was dark brown and tied in it’s usual french braids. That only made her emerald green eyes stand out. They’re like those shiny holographic cards that only the rich can afford. For second time in my life, I saw her bravely stand up to something that even she knew she couldn’t handle. Her mother was a cook for District 13, so everyone knew that Tekara was good with knives. Put her skill with knives aside, and she’s as normal as you can get in Panem.
Then I couldn’t watch anymore. Effela called my name and I left the room. Technically, this could result in decapitation, because Tributes are required to watch the Reaping in all the Districts, but I got lucky. The Peacekeeper blocking the door put his hand on my shoulder, walked away from the door and said something that changed my life.
“I hope you win.”