1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games Novels & Stories

So I decided to test her. Kicked off in the council chamber. I lobbed questions at her, stuff with no clean answer. Each one, a little trap. Nobody else in the room had a clue, which was sort of the point. The place reeked of old smoke and metal. The big debate? Winter rations. East side villages, tight with Dante’s people, were all out of supplies. My gut reaction...let them starve. Weakness needs consequences in my book. But then, I cut straight to Elora. Didn’t let it simmer, either.

She had taken her first fight, and though small, it was hers. For the first time, Elara Quinn began to believe she could become more than a wounded rose.

She added before stepping back. I can see that she is guilty about all all this, but I shook my head mumbling “You are just being loyal to your King.” I took the bread and started to have the meals thinking about a way to somehow release myself from here. But before that he needs to be sent to hell. *Unknown Pov* “How did the quest ended?” I asked the men infront of me. “We made it through by sending five members inside.” One guy replied making me nod at him.

Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.

He sticks his tongue out at me. “Zero comes before first.” I stick my tongue out back. “Geez, how old are you?” Farak mutters. “Hey, Marvel, want to go to the dining hall with me and get some ice cream?” Quinn asks him. “Yes!” He stops glaring at me and turns a brilliant smile to her. I call Calum over, and the five of us head inside to get them more sugar. They obviously need it.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

He peeked out from behind the pillar just in time to see a bolt ricochet off the slick stone, embedding itself into the floor inches from Elder Mauritius’ leg. “We can’t stay like this,” Quillion called, his voice hoarse from the gas. “Mauritius, can you move?” He asked in concern. Elder Mauritius coughed, his breaths shallow but his spirit unyielding. “Barely. " What’s the plan, Quill?” Quillion’s mind raced as the Hunters closed in, their boots crunching over shattered tiles. The Headmaster stood motionless, an ominous sentinel basking in the chaos he had unleashed. Quillion’s instincts told him the armor was the key—but getting near it was a death sentence.

"We have to go now, Lizabeth. We can come back some other time," Armani urged, stuffing the second pack of noodles into her bag with hurried hands. Her movements were quick but careful, betraying the urgency in her voice. I scanned the nearly barren shop, eyes darting from one empty shelf to another. It had already been raided several times, the signs of desperation evident in the broken glass and scattered cans. There *had* to be more food somewhere. Our people were starving, and these few packs of noodles wouldn't last.

But when they heard my footsteps; they stopped talking as everyone stare at me with mixed emotions some gave me a look of pity, while some obviously show their concern. I pretended to be okay. As I gave a fake light smile and sat on the chair close to Ma'am Bella. "How you Darling?" Ma'am Bella asked me with concern "Am fine!" I replied simply and uncovered my plate. Toasted bread and scrambled eggs with orange juice. If it was for a normal day, my mouth could have been watery already just at the sight of this food. But here was I, with no appetite at all.

The moment she spoke, every pair of eyes landed on me. When my fiance, Hunter Sinclair, saw that I was back, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why are you standing by the door? Anyone who didn't know better would think someone had bullied you." I looked at him and suddenly found it funny. I was the one who had been hurt, yet even my silence made it seem like I was making a scene. So, I didn't move. A slight frown formed between Hunter's eyebrows. Gabriel Unwin was the first to stand and walk over to me. His features were gentle, and he always looked as though he were smiling whenever he looked at someone.