How is this Possible? [ C. Snow ]

Chapter 1

    Fatigue weighed heavily on Rosalie's shoulders as she closed her eyes, seeking solace from the relentless pressure of finals preparation. In the stillness of her study room, time seemed to blur, and what she thought would be a mere few minutes of rest stretched into what felt like hours. But as she stirred from her unintended slumber, disorientation swept over her like a chilling breeze. Why now? Why did her mind choose this moment to rouse her from her much-needed rest?

Confusion clouded Rosalie's senses as she blinked back the haze of sleep, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Where was she? The chatter and noise that surrounded her only added to her bewilderment. Slowly, she raised her hand to shield her eyes from the harsh light, her gaze darting around the unfamiliar space. And then, as if from a distant memory, a name pierced through the confusion: "Rosalie Everdeen. District 12." It couldn't be. Rosalie's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the impossible. Was she... Rosalie Everdeen? The very thought sent shivers down her spine, disbelief coursing through her veins. This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of dream, a twisted figment of her imagination.

Cameras swiveled to capture her every move, their unblinking gaze intensifying the surreal atmosphere. Rosalie's senses were overwhelmed as she made her way to the stage, each step feeling like an eternity. Her own reflection stared back at her from the screen, but it was a stranger she saw, with blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, a stark departure from her usual dark locks. The crowd's murmurs washed over her, their eyes alight with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. How had she come to be here? Was this some kind of elaborate prank, or had she stumbled into a reality beyond her comprehension?

As she stood upon the stage, uncertainty gnawed at Rosalie's resolve. She felt like a character thrust into a story she didn't belong in, her very existence a paradox in this unfamiliar world. Should she follow the script laid out before her, or forge her own path? The decision weighed heavily on her as she searched for a semblance of familiarity amidst the chaos. And then, with a surge of determination, she found her voice, the words of a song she barely remembered tumbling from her lips in a hesitant melody.

"Theirs blood on the side of the mountain, Their writing all over the walls. Shadows of us are still dancing, In every room and every hall."

The lyrics felt foreign yet strangely comforting, a lifeline tethering her to the reality she had left behind. But as the last notes faded into the air, Rosalie couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. This was just the beginning of a journey into the unknown, and she was woefully unprepared for what lay ahead. 

    I slept, but I woke up in another world? This might be the most scariest but coolest thing that could happen to me. I was shoved into a compartment train. 

"What are you looking at." A girl with short hair barked at me making me jump. These people were brutal. Just like the books. But I don't blame them. 

    The future president; Snow. But he doesn't know it yet. His hair and the way he dressed was exactly as how the books described him to be. I looked at him knowing that I would be able to trust him. I just needed him to trust me. But at the same time I cant be played easily. 

    He moved a strand of my blond hair behind my ear gently handing me a rose. "Welcome to the Capitol." I sent him a small smile taking it observing it quietly. I got shoved away into the shuttle. To my surprise I see my mentor already on the tram with us. I look worried as all the other tributes look at him. 

   As tension crackled in the air like static electricity, I watched with growing apprehension as a confrontation brewed before me. The taunting words sliced through the uneasy silence like a knife, and I felt a surge of alarm as a figure approached President Snow, his intentions clear. Should I intervene? The question echoed in my mind as I tugged urgently at Snow's sleeve, silently pleading for him to be wary.

   "I say we all kill him," another voice rang out, the words chilling me to the bone. My eyes widened in shock as I pushed against the boy who had pinned Snow, desperation clawing at my insides. I had to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further.

    "If y'all have family back home? They'll kill them if you kill him. Then you," I interjected, my voice trembling with urgency. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, each word a stark reminder of the stakes we faced. But as one of the tributes smirked in response, a shiver ran down my spine. The tension was palpable, a volatile cocktail ready to ignite at any moment.

      "How come pretty bird gets a mendor?" the mocking tone cut through the air like a whip, and I felt a surge of indignation rise within me. "Mentor. And you all get one. I'm only here to help you, not to hurt you," He countered, his voice firm despite the trembling of my hands.

      "Why does princess over here get special treatment, hm?" the boy continued, his gaze locking onto me with unsettling intensity. The touch of his fingers tracing a strand of my hair sent a shiver down my spine, and I glanced desperately towards Snow for support. His intervention was swift, his shove enough to push the boy away, but the tension lingered like a storm cloud on the horizon.

      "Why don't we just keep our hands to ourselves?" Snow's words cut through the tension like a knife, and I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Perhaps there was hope for peace yet, a glimmer of understanding amidst the chaos that threatened to consume us all.

     But as the cart came to a sudden halt, panic seized me like a vice grip, squeezing the air from my lungs. President Snow's urgent cry snapped me from my reverie, and I clung desperately to him as the world tilted precariously around us. In that moment, as the tributes slipped away one by one, I knew that our fate was sealed. We were next.

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   The man in red turned to face Snow and I, his expression a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "Who are you, and what are you doing in there? We are now live," he declared, his words echoing in the cavernous space.

    I turned to Snow, my heart pounding in my chest as I awaited his response. What would he say? The weight of his gaze bore down on me, and as he gently placed a rose in my hair, I felt a surge of gratitude wash over me. Taking his hand in mine, I followed his lead, my every instinct urging me to trust him.

    As we approached the children, a sense of calm washed over me, the innocence of their faces a stark contrast to the turmoil that surrounded us. "What's your name, little one?" I asked, a smile gracing my lips as I knelt down to meet the child's gaze.

    "Prim," she replied softly, her eyes wide with curiosity. I couldn't help but return her smile, a pang of sadness tugging at my heart as I considered the world she would grow up in.

    "Can you sing again?" Prim's request pulled me from my thoughts, and I nodded in response, determination burning in my chest. "I'll sing for you the next time you see me on the big screens. How old must you be?" I asked, my voice gentle as I sought to reassure her.

    "I'm only four," Prim replied, her words tinged with a hint of sadness. "Four is a big age to be. That's when I started singing. My whole family called me little bird since then," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I shared in her innocent joy. And then, as I turned to address the host, a soft question on my lips, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us. Perhaps, in the midst of chaos, there was still room for compassion and understanding

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Authors note: 

Hi my loves, its Amari here; This is my first ever book. I hope you enjoyed chapter 1. I will post a schedule soon. Please leave your comments and feel free to express your selves. 

xo Amarianna