Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 1

District 1: Reapings

By: RavenclawMaven1198

Mulan's POV

"Mulan! Today is the reaping! Hurry up!" My mother called.

I quickly brushed my black hair. I slid on the green satin dress my mother gave me.

We had luxurious clothes like this in District 1. I was brought up in luxury and perfection. If I get reaped for the games, it will be a whole new world. It wouldn't be much of a challenge, just a change.

I am a career as the other tributes would call me. My father started training me when I was eleven, a year before I was entered into the reaping. My father has always encouraged me to volunteer. It would bring great honor to my family if I won. I don't usually volunteer though. I get last minute jitters when it comes time for volunteers.

I put the small flower clip that my father has, in my hair. I looked in the mirror. I didn't look like a tribute, I didn't look like a career. I looked like Mulan.

When would my father see me for me? Not some tribute he wants me to be.

I was still looking in my large gold mirror when I saw my father stand in my doorway.

"It's your last year, Mulan." He said in his old, crackly voice.

He was right. I was eighteen. This was the last year I was going to be reaped. It was now or never. But never was looking pretty good from the stand point that you don't have to risk your life going into an arena with a bunch of murderers with the same goal as you.

"I know, father."I took a shaky breath.

"Are you actually going to volunteer this year?" He asked.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I can't know at this point."

"You could be a second generation." He limped over.

He was a past victor. He was stabbed in the back right before he won and has forever had a limp. He expects me to come home as a victor with a scar. But the truth is, if I go in. I probably won't come out at all. I may look, act, and train as a tough girl, but on the inside I am a softie. I am hoping somebody else will volunteer before I can.

"As long as you follow your heart, I will be happy with your decision." He smiled weakly.

I hugged him hard. A single tear dripped down my cheek. I didn't want him to be ashamed of me, yet I didn't want to die. I was torn.

We broke our embrace and walked outside where our small car was waiting.

My father opened the back door and I got in slowly.

My mother slid in the passenger seat next to my father.

The ride was short. Maybe three minutes. The victors village was very close to the town square.

It wasn't decorated as it usually was. Today was a very morbid day. No gold banners were hung, the marble fountain was turned off, none of the bright shops were lit up with their neon signs.

I got out and immediately found my friend, Bria.

We ran to each other and hugged.

"Are you nervous?" She whispered.

"Do we live in District 1?" I asked sarcastically.

She pulled away and I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm so scared." She trembled.

"It's ok, Bria. You won't get drawn. You aren't in for tesserae-"

"But who is in District One?! Nobody! I have just enough chance of getting reaped as anyone else here!" She cried now.