FlameingRose

The fire crackled around two worn out bodies, resting themselves for the frigid night upon a fall tree trunk. The sparks flickered off the body of flame, sending a popping noise into the usual silence that draped over the area at such a time. The two sat in wait, staring up at the moonless cloak of blackness that covered the sky. At last, the familiar seal of the Capitol showed itself in the sky along with the flashing photos of those who had not survived another day in the Games. As the photos finished, the seal was presented yet again-a reminder of who was forever in charge of these times. A short song echoed throughout the area which after

Listen to the Cannons CatoxReader Request for animeluver222 The Reaping hadn’t gone well. Not at all. Not only were you chosen as tribute for District 8 at only the young age of 13, you knew you had no chances of winning, or even surviving past the first day. You knew nothing of anything but textiles and working in the mill. You would surely die before you even had a chance to learn anything. Training had been as smooth as could be expected. Tributes had thrown harsh words to rival Districts, talents were shown, weaker tributes got hurt. The boy from District 12 had been noticed by the Careers as a possible ally, and you feared th