PROLOGUE

Run. I must run.

That is my only choice.

I speed off towards the forest, the trees beckoning me with their wide arms and feathery leaves. Behind me, I can hear the first cries of despair as the tributes confront each other at the Cornucopia.

I jump at the nearest tree I can reach, climbing higher and higher until I was safely concealed in its branches.

This is good, I tell myself.

I hop easily from tree to tree, working my way deeper and deeper into the forest.

No one will find me, I tell myself.

I'm going to be safe.