Their Games

Their Games is a fan fiction by ✧Feathercloud✧
== Blurb ==
Astra has always seen the games as a form of entertainment...for others. A cruel system that her Grandfather, Cornelius Snow, looks upon with amusement. And when he dies, her and 24 Capitol children head to games of their own. She has never enjoyed watching 23 children get murder every year..but this time she may be one of the 23.
No one ever thought Mollen could survive a fight. But he can. He's been training for years and knows what to do with just about everything- a knife, spear, bow, axe- the list is on and on. He knows he can easily end a life with any weapon in his hands. But does he really have the inner strength to murder?
Follow these kids as they are announced as the tributes for the Seventy-Sixth Hunger Games- The Capitol's Games.
== Chapter One- Reaping ==
Astra stared up ahead at the woman on the stage. The woman had pale blonde hair tied up in a bun and wore a fancy, puffy bright pink dress pattered with monarch butterflies. Normally she called the kids forth from District Nine, but today she would call the kids from the Capitol.
Astra tugged a strand of whit hair, a strand on her left that set it apart from her other brown locks. Her father insisted she had it, a memoir to her grandfather, Cornelius Snow, the president. But he was now dead.
The woman- for the life of her Astra couldn't remember her name- reached down into the glass bowl for the girls and immediately grabbed a sheet of paper.
"Minze Corealk," She called. Astra breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she would most likely be in these Games- but at least it wasn't rigged for her to be first, that it still was pure luck. Their still was a fair chance.
A young girl, twelve maybe, shyly walked onto the stage. She twisted one of her blonde curls in her fingers and stared at the woman drawing cards with wide, fearful blue eyes. Astra didn't know why she was here- and then she heard one of the girls behind her whisper, "Gamemaker's daughter," That made sense.
The next to cards weren't hers.
But the fourth was.
"Astra Snow," The woman-Astra finally remembered her to be called Bella Smark, read. Astra trembled a bit. She knew she would be called, but at the same time she felt so unlucky. And like it wasn't her fault she was here.
She slowly walked up to the stage, where immediately Bella pushed her aside to stand by the third tribute. No introductions, like Astra vaguely remembered seeing from all those years on TV.
This time District 13, who ran the games, just wanted to get it started.
"Iva Crane," Bella called.
No
If having Minze, who was at least twelve, go on stage, was bad, then Iva was worse. She was fifteen, Astra's age, and her best friend. Seneca Crane's niece. Even dead, they wanted him to have revenge.
As Iva took her place behind Bella, Astra pulled her friend close to her and wrapped her arms around her.
"It'll be ok," She whispered. "Don't worry,"
Iva nodded. "We can survive this," She whispered back.
The rest of the reaping was a blur. The only other person that stuck to Astra was Mollen Crane, Iva's older brother.
After the reapings, generally the tributes would say goodbye to their families, but Astra's parents were held in a cell in District Twelve. And although being her friend was considered popular and highly encouraged-Astra only hung out with Iva. There was no one else to say goodbye to.
She knew was time to go. Well, first she'd get her token-but then she'd be on her way to the arena, which was still in Capitol grounds, as it was all being reused, and take her place as a tribute in the Seventy-Sixth, and last, Games
== Chapter Two- Preparations ==