𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲 ● 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀

𖥧 𝗔𝗰𝘁 𝟭 𖥧

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Welcome to District 7

"can we speak in flowers,
it'll be easier for me to understand,"

"the dream of my life,
is to lie down by a slow river,
and stare at the light in the trees,
to learn by being nothing,"

"I couldn't live where
there were no trees,
something in me would
starve,"

"the trees told me about you,"

"let your soul rest by
the hands of nature's silence,"

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In District 7, the woods were everything. They breathed life into the people, sheltering them beneath a canopy of ancient trees that grasped towards the sky like outstretched hands.

For Enora Whitlock, the forest was her sanctuary, a place where the world beyond faded into nothing but the soft crunch of pine needles underfoot and the scent of sap thick in the air. The towering trunks stood like old friends, watching as she wove between them, her laughter mingling with the wind.

Her parents, Loretta and Evander, were like the trees themselves-steady and grounded, their hands always stained and rough with the work of the district.

The trio resided in a small cottage near the treeline of a large forest, it's weathered stones and timber blending into the trees' embrace. The roof sagged slightly under the weight of moss and creeping ivy, with near constant tendrils of smoke curling out the chimney from the warming fire within.

Inside, the kitchen- where her mother resided most of the time- was paved with cool stone flags, worn down with time and a few scratched with small drawings Enora had created with rocks throughout her childhood. The hearth flickered with a steady glow, casting soft shadows on the walls and filling the air with a scent of burning wood and home.

Aunt Winifred lived in a house nearby, quiet in her solitude. Though her home was filled with love and laughter when Enora came to visit. Her visits became more frequent after Winifred's husband passed when Enora was eight, the little girl was happy to sit and listen to her aunt's stories of the man and their whirlwind romance before settling down into marriage. Aunt Winnie was her rock, her home was a welcome escape from the constant bustle of her mother's baking taking up her own home and she was by far Enora's favourite person.

Here, in their corner of the woods, life was quiet and peaceful, untouched by the Capitol's cruelty, or so it seemed.

The whispers of the Reaping, of the Hunger Games, always hovered in the distance, like a dark cloud on the horizon. But for Enora, those whispers felt as far away as the Capitol itself. She could never imagine the Games would reach for her, not while the woods still sang their lullabies and the sunlight filtered through the leaves in golden streams.

But peace is fleeting, even in the heart of the forest. The day of the 73rd Hunger Games Reaping would shatter it all...

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