May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. A people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.
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The Hunger Games. A punishment made by the Capitol to remind the districts of what happened when they rebelled. The Capitol uses it for entertainment. We see it as a death sentence. 'Happy Hunger Games,' the Capitol says. 'And may the odds be ever in your favor.'

A/N: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of its characters, they belong to Suzanne Collins.