𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

THG~Coriolanus Snow~His Dear Tribute

I never thought I would be standing here, at the train station in District 3, waiting to be transported for the 10th Annual Hunger Games. A man in a red outfit caught my eye as he approached me, holding a white rose in his hand.

"Hello, my dear tribute," he greeted me, with a smile on his face. "I am Coriolanus Snow, your mentor for the Games."

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking the way he smiled so easily. "You shouldn't be here, Snow. You're a rebel for coming to the station."

He chuckled at my words, unfazed by my sharp tone. "I am here to guide you, to help you win the Games. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

I scoffed at his confidence, not willing to trust a man from the Capitol. "I don't need your help. I'll do just fine on my own."

Before he could respond, I was pulled away by one of the Peacekeepers, who directed me towards a truck that transported the tributes to the zoo. I shot Snow one last glare before turning away from him, determined to keep my distance.

As we arrived at the zoo, I was ushered into a large cage with several other tributes from different districts. I found a corner to sit in, keeping my eyes on the ground as I tried to block out the noise around me. I could hear the sounds of interviewers and cheering people in the distance, a stark reminder of the cruel reality of the Hunger Games.

Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me, and I turned to see Snow sitting next to me on the other side of the cage's bars, his gaze fixed on me. "Why are you so resistant, dear tribute? I am here to help you, not harm you."

I scoffed again, not willing to show any vulnerability. "I don't need your help. I don't trust you, Snow."

He placed a gentle hand on mine through the rusted bars, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I may be from the Capitol, but I am not like the others. I want to help you survive, to make sure you come out of this alive."

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "And what do you get out of it? A successful tribute to boast about in the Capitol?"

Snow's expression softened, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness. "I may not be able to change the world, but I can try to make a difference in your life. Trust me...."

I found myself hesitating, unsure of whether to believe his words. But deep down, a part of me wanted to believe that he was genuine, that he truly wanted to help me. "Y/N, my name is Y/N." I spoke reluctantly, giving him a chance to prove himself.

As the days passed, Snow showed me different survival techniques, helping me improve my combat skills and teaching me how to form alliances with other tributes. He was patient and understanding, never raising his voice or showing any signs of impatience.

One night, as we sat face to face, on each side of the bars again, Snow opened up to me about his past, about the struggles he faced growing up in the Capitol. He spoke about the corruption and deceit that plagued the society, and how he wanted to make a change, even if it meant going against the system.

I listened intently, seeing a side of Snow that I had never thought existed. He was vulnerable and genuine, a far cry from the cold and calculating persona he portrayed in the Capitol. And in that moment, I felt a twinge of empathy towards him, a sense of understanding that we were not so different after all.

As the day of the Games approached, Snow prepared me for what was to come, reminding me to stay strong and focused throughout the brutal competition. And when the time came for me to enter the arena, he wished me luck with a genuine smile, sending me off with a sense of hope and determination.

Throughout the Games, I fought fiercely, showcasing the skills that Snow had taught me. I formed alliances with other tributes, strategizing and planning our moves carefully. And as the days passed, I could feel Snow's worry and support as he watched through the several cameras, sending me suppies and supporting me every step of the way.

But as the competition grew more intense, I found myself faced with a difficult decision. One of my allies had turned on me, betraying our trust and leaving me vulnerable. And in that moment of desperation, I heard Snow's voice in my head, urging me to stay strong and never give up.

With a newfound sense of determination, I fought back fiercely, taking down my betrayer and emerging victorious in the end. And as I stood in the arena, surrounded by the Capitol crowds, I knew that I owed my victory to Snow, to the man who had believed in me when no one else did.

As I was crowned the victor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games, Snow stood by my side, a proud smile on his face. And in that moment, I knew that I had found a true mentor, a friend who had stood by me through thick and thin.

"Congratulations, my dear tribute," Snow whispered, as he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You have made me proud."