He had not paid much attention to the majority of the tributes but he knew he should of. These were the hunger games, the most anticipated event of the year the Panem.
The arena this year was very basic, a forest here and a meadow there but it’s what the game makers had planned that would get them ready for the quarter quell.
The opening ceremony had started and the crowds simply loved district one and two. If it came down to the odds, one of these four would win but it had seemed this year district twelve had decided that they needed the grasp the attention that not many people thought they deserved.
The girl on fire the crowds were saying, as was the other game makers. The two had stolen the show and were guaranteed to be at least remembered.
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The little district eleven girl had just finished her private training session when they called upon the final of the tribute girls.
She walked in with confidence and quick glance up at the game makers. A few of them were already drunk, due to too much wine and some of them were just complaining about their hunger. It was when Game Maker Havensbee had decided to order a pig to stop the complaining but while they were waiting, the head game maker had decided to see what this tribute had to offer as for now she was without her flames.
She picked up a silver bow and arrow, which was interesting since she hadn’t bothered with it when she was at the group training. She shot at the dummy but it soon missed which made him turn his back and start digging into the newly roasted pig that had just arrived on his table. He smiled at everyone and offered them a plate as they heard another arrow hit something but still none of them turned back to see the girl from district twelve.
Then just as Game Maker Havensbee went to take the apple from the pigs mouth, a silver arrow came shouting towards them, taking the apple with it as it hit the wall. Game Maker Havensbee recoiled backwards into the large punchbowl and he turned to see the girl who had disgraced them in a way that no other tribute has dared to.
She excuses herself as they wait for her district partner to come back.
Seneca Crane had never felt a strange sort of fascination with any of the tributes before, and even he thought he should start to, he thought that it would be for the district one girl, Glimmer. Not Katniss Everdeen the girl from district twelve, the girl on fire.
