Endless Embers: the 95th annual hunger games

The Dance Of Questions

The grandeur of the Capitol's interview stage set the scene for Prim and Finnick's individual interviews with the charismatic Cesar Flickerman. The air was thick with anticipation as Prim, clad in an elegant dress that mirrored the hues of dawn, stepped into the spotlight. Cesar Flickerman's warm smile greeted Prim as she took center stage in her elegant dress that mirrored the hues of dawn. "Primrose Mellark, a name that echoes through the districts. Tell us, how does it feel to be here tonight?"

Prim took a moment, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. "It's all alot to take in, Cesar. All the fancy things and equipment. nothing like district 12 i can tell you that.

Cesar's gaze softened. "now i've heard whispers about your connection to Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, and Peeta Mellark. Can you shed some light on that relationship? parents? close relatives?"

A flicker of pride illuminated Prim's eyes. "well, cesar, for your information, yes they are my parents, and i promised to do them proud even if i dont come out of that arena alive"

Cesar's tone shifted, becoming more contemplative. "How do you plan to keep that promise in the Games? Do you see yourself as a symbol of rebellion?"

Prim's response was measured. "I don't seek to incite rebellion, but rather to embody the strength and hope that my parents stood for. In facing the challenges ahead, I hope to inspire others to find their own resilience."

Cesar Flickerman, with his charismatic smile, turned the conversation toward a more personal note. "Primrose, let's talk about your fellow tribute, Finnick. i hear he's your brother. How do you feel about having him here with you and in the arena?"

Prim's expression became uneasy, and she glanced towards where Finnick was waiting backstage. "Finnick is more than just my fellow tribute; he's my brother and a source of strength. We've formed a deeper connection, understanding the weight of the challenge we face. In the midst of this darkness, having my brother by my side makes all the difference."

Cesar nodded, sensing the genuine bond between the siblings. "It seems there's a unique connection between you and Finnick. How has that bond influenced your approach to the Games?"

"if i do win, the thought of leaving that arena alive, knowing he wasn't is too much. hes like the glue of the family, to lose him.... so that why in the arena i promise to do what ever i can to protect him, even if it means dying in the prosess."

Cesar leaned in, emphasizing the significance of their familial connection. "i see, i see, well sadly we've run out of time my dear i wish we could go on but its brothers turn and siblings must share right? Primrose Mellark everybody!" 

As Prim left the stage, Finnick stepped into the spotlight, clad in a suit that mirrored the depths of the ocean. Cesar Flickerman's eyes twinkled with curiosity as he prepared to delve into Finnick's story.

As the interviews unfolded, Prim and Finnick navigated the delicate dance of questions, revealing glimpses of their stories without unveiling too much. The Capitol's eyes remained fixed on them, and the shadows of their past and present converged under the scrutiny of the televised spectacle. The stage was set, and the tributes prepared to face the arena with the weight of their narratives on their shoulders.