60th games ➸ a.i.

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➸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ashton.

It wasn't normal that a career would become allies with a weak tribute from Twelve. Hell, it rarely ever happened. And, if it did, usually it was just an easy kill for the career, maybe even a bit of fun.

I guess I would know.

It happened to me, but the small girl from Twelve was anything but weak. She was strong, fearless.

She knew she'd never make it out, her flesh and bones would rot away in the chaotic arena, along with the sickening sound of a cannon erupting throughout the atmosphere, the smiles of the Capitol people appearing on their eccentric faces.

It was heartbreaking, knowing that she would not make it, she'd never go home.

She had done something heroic that cold night in the arena. When her hand had slipped into mine and Luke's on the other side if her.

Both of our hands were shaking, but not hers.

They were so warm and still, and I remember her saying something about how this will change everything, that future-and our-families will earn a better life because of us.

The act pissed off the Capitol so much, to the point where they didn't air the end of the game. They kept it hidden, within themselves.

Because, no doubt in my dead mind, would that clip start the rebellion. The video would've caused riots throughout Panem.

After the 60th hunger games, 14 years later a girl with braided brown hair had supposedly started the rebellion. She was the spark.

Wrong.

Willow Crater was the one who lit the match. It was rising; you could fucking feel the tension in the country, in the arena, on the mountain that night. It was there, it just needed the wind to carry it out, to grow.

So, no. Katniss Everdeen never started the rebellion. It was already there; the people just needed to see how close it was to them, they needed that gust of wind to carry on the small little spark.

That's when the war started, that's when Thirteen won.

Willow wasn't alive for that. She wasn't alive to see how much hope she gave to the girl on fire.

No one remembered Willow, her name was never mentioned. They didn't care for her.

I did.

Sixteen. Rusty brown hair that tangled below her shoulder blades. Pale skin, scrawny arms, freckles scattered across her nose. She hated warm weather. She liked to lay down in the snow with a big blanket wrapped around her skinny figure for hours. She loved eating the raspberries off of the bushes.

Her eyes were the most boring shade of blue.

They were beautiful.

And I fell in love with her.

I fell in love with Willow Crater from District Twelve, the girl who almost changed the Games.

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ok hello everyone new story, really excited to start this one, it's based of of the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. The story will not be exactly like the books, ( if you have ever read them ) I can assure you that x

WARNING-

This story may contain scenes of graphic violence and crude language. If those things do not appeal to you, I recommend not reading any further.

Original idea © to Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games trilogy.