The Alliance Of Six: The 29th Hunger Games.

CHAPTER TWO

CYN'S P.O.V.

Since District 8 has never had a victor, we don't have a mentor. Princeton and I talk with each other about things that we would normally talk about with our mentors. The games, strategies, our techniques. We are both young, I’m only fifteen, Princeton is sixteen.

But we are clever and brave. Sometimes I think we have a good chance at winning, then I compare us to the other tributes, and how harsh the games usually are.

We gather in another train compartment to watch the recaps of the reaping.

It's just Princeton and I in the train car, we don't have a mentor, we do have a team escort, and we will have a prep team, but our 'team' isn't much of a team. It feels like it's just me and Princeton. We watch the recaps of the reaping, and this year's tributes are a very interesting mix. I only remember a few in detail.

The District 4 female tribute named Calypso. She's 17, with short red curly hair and blue eyes.

The District 5 female tribute is something of a Capitol person herself. Her name is Electra, she's the daughter of a victor. Electra is 16, with short gold hair with red dyed tips, cut into a pixie style. She also has bright gold eyes, the color is unnatural, she must have had the color genetically enhanced. Electra is famous for her weapon: An electric whip. She has the sponsors wrapped around her finger.

Then there's the District 7 pair, Ashes and Evander, they are engaged.

Ashes is only 15 years old, but she looks much older with her pitch black hair in a long braid down her back. She has emerald green eyes and a muscular build.

She looks like someone you wouldn't mess with.

Her District partner and fiance, Evander, looks a lot like her. With his shaggy black hair, he's tall and he's only a year older than Ashes.

Then there's my District. Our team escort, Ione, with her furry Capitol clothes and funny white hair.

Ione walks over to the girl's glass ball of names, and picks out one slip of paper.

Once opened, Ione calls out the name “Elsie Lilian”.

Elsie walks over to the stage looking terrified, standing on the stage they ask for volunteers.

Then there's me, raising my hand as a say “I volunteer as tribute.” I walk over to the stage as Elsie walks down the stairs and past me, giving me a sideways glance, tears fill her eyes. I wait for the boy's name to be called, and once Princeton's name is called and we shake hands they move on to the next District. Once the recaps are over, Princeton and I don't talk much. He gives me a reassuring hug and bids me goodnight. We leave each other and go to our rooms on the train. I didn't fall asleep easily that night. Knowing that tomorrow when we arrive at the Capitol, my life will never be the same.