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I was 6 when I'd met him. And we'd been best friends ever since. Now was different. I was 13, he was 14, and we were still training. And he liked me more than anything. I liked him more than any other boy, too. The Academy offered a variety of things for me, being who I was. Training, boys, friends, and more boys. Always a plus. There was a sense of security there, and since my father owned the place, even more so.
"Do you think we'll be in the Games soon?" Marvel asks, spinning the handle of his spear in his hands.
"Maybe. Maybe we'll both be Victors one day. We'll be neighbors in Victor's Village." I reply, smiling at Marvel.
He chuckles, then frowns. "What?" I ask, standing up and sitting on the bench next to him.
"What if we're not in separate years?" He replies, looking down at me with his bright blue eyes.
"What are the odds, Marvel? Like I'd volunteer the same year as you. That's nonsense. Everything will go according to plan." I reply, resting my head on top of his shoulder.
He looks down at me, shaking his head. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because, I can imagine you and I in Victor's Village. And we'll be together, we'll be happy, and neither of us will be hurt. We'll have money to burn, Marvel." I sigh, looking up at him.
He smiles, then pushes his forehead against mine. "Your eyes always reassure me. I hope you're right, though, Glimmer... I mean, District 1 is full of opportunities. And so what if District 2 has a bigger Academy? With more trainers? We'll still be the Victors of our Games. Marvel Topaz, District 1 Victor of the 73rd Annual Hunger Games! And Glimmer Sparks, District 1 Victor of the 74th Annual Hunger Games!" Marvel put his hand out in front of him, sliding it through the air, watching it go along.
"And we'll be the happiest people in all of Panem..." I reply, kissing his cheek, standing up, and picking up my training bag. My name was sewed into the side in pink thread.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I smile at him, and he nods, giving me a hug.
"Alright. Tomorrow." Marvel grins, then picks up a spear, and walks back to the throwing center.
But that was 3 years ago. And of course, nothing is ever that easy in Panem. Nothing is ever that easy in life. If only it was... Then I wouldn't be here, right now. I wouldn't be standing in this damned Arena, watching Marvel get the crap beaten out of him by Cato, while I'm beaten by Clove... Nothing could've prepared us for this... Nothing could've made us guess... This was fate. This was the Hunger Games.