In the training room, you and the other careers: Marvel Sanford, district one, Glimmer Belcourt, district one, Clove Kentwell, district two, and Cato Hadley, district two, would spend the next four days hour after hour.

Growing up in your district, you trained yourself quite often for the games. You were prepared, almost to the ability of a career tribute, yet not fully.

Marvel handed you a new weapon, an axe, hoping to see your ability on the training dummies that stood ahead of you both.

Handing you the weapon, Marvel was slightly gentle, more caring than he would be to the other careers and tributes, yet he was not fully kind. He just knew you were much smaller and fragile than him, and he understood it was his place to take care of you until a limited number of tributes were in the games.

"Here, I want to see the axe." He said quietly, watching as you grabbed the new weapon, he wanted you to use.