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District One Reapings!
3rd person POV
Glint smiled as she threw the knife. This is easy. She was going to volunteer, no matter what. She missed her chance once, now this is the time to make it up.
Glint is twenty eight years old, and determined to win the Quarter Quell.

Glint Sparrow POV
The knife hits the bullseye with a loud clank. Ah, I haven't been to training in ten years, and I'm still the best. I smirk. I'm going to volunteer, and I'm going to come back.
I adjust the ponytail in my short brown hair. I'm going to win this. I walk over and grab a sword. It's light and easy to carry, as it always has been. I tear the dummy to shreds with the sword. Yes, if you haven't guessed, swordfighting and fencing are my specialties.

Sprik Radin POV
I sit up in the bed, feeling for Jewel's warmth. Of course, it's not there. My wife had passed at only forty six years old. I get up slowly, my muscles aching. The reaping is today. Even I, a fifty seven year old man, am in danger of being reaped.
I stretch quickly, then throw on my reaping clothes. A white button up dress shirt and trousers. I have to go visit Dice and Lace before the reaping, as I do every year.
I grab a piece of bread and eat my breakfast, if you can even call that a breakfast. I finish up, exit my house, and walk next door, which is where my daughter and grandson live.
I ring the doorbell and Mindle answers. He is my daughter's husband, and my son in law. He smiles.
"Nice to see you again, Sprik."
"You too, Mindle." I say, smiling. I think of Mindle as the son I never had. We shake hands and step inside.
Their house is quite cozy, as it is very small. It is made up of small kitchen connected to the family room, one bedroom, and a bathroom.
I see Lace and my face lights up. "Dad!" she yells, and runs up to me. Lace wraps her arms around me.
"How are you?" I ask, just making conversation.
"Scared." she whispers. "What if Dice gets reaped? What would happen?"
"Lace." I say, breaking away from her hug. "Dice won't get reaped. His name is one out of the thousands in district one. And, if he does, you know Mindle or I will volunteer."
She nods, still not sure.
"Don't worry." I say. "Now, I would like to see my grandson." I suggest.
Lace smiles. "He just turned three."

Glint Sparrow POV

I sit down on the bench and grab my bottle. I'm sweating heavily know from training.

I get up. I need to leave, the reaping's in half an hour.

Time skip to Glint at her house~

After taking a shower, I pick out my reaping clothes. A simple black dress, formfitted at the top and flowing at the bottom. I put my short hair down and look in the mirror.

I barely look like myself, all fancied up. A sports shirt and shorts, that's my usual attire. The one thing untouched are my dark brown eyes, cold and hard no matter what.

I grab breakfast- bread with butter, and head out to the square for the reaping. This is my year, my time to shine.

I stand in the section for people twenty through thirty and watch the same boring video that they show each year, about the second rebellion, with Katniss Everdeen and such. The mayor, Superior (No kidding, that's his birth name!) Kindel, reads the Treaty of Treason, and the escort walks up.

"Welcome everyone, welcome to the reaping! I will chose one courageous male, and one brave female, to compete in the Hunger Games! And, due to the Quell, they can be any age!"

All the volunteers- I mean, people who want to voulunteer, cheer. I am the tribute, the volunteer.

"Now for the female tribute!"

I smirk. Let's get this party started.

Sprik Radin POV

The crazy looking escort with electric blue hair in spikes and electric yellow eyes walks up to the female tribute ball. She reaches her hand in and picks the first slip she encounters.

Please not Lace, please not Lace, anyone but Lace...

"L-" The escort starts.

Shouts of 'I volunteer' come from every direction. However, one girl just shoves past all of the others and stares daggers at all that try to challenge her.

"I volunteer." she says, smirking. "Any challengers? No? Well, then, looks like I'm the female tribute."

"Wonderful!" the escort shouts enthusiastically. I sigh. Why is someone volunteering for an almost guaranteed death wonderful?

"And your name is?"

Glint Sparrow POV

"Glint." I say, simply. "Glint Sparrow." The escort nods.

"A round of applause for Glint Sparrow, everybody!"

The crowd bursts into applause, with the exception of others who wanted to volunteer. They just stare and glare at me. I smile.

"Now, the male tribute!" She reached her hand deep into the bowl.

"Dice Dimaid!" She chimes.

The cameras focus in on a little three year old boy. A lady, who I am guessing is his mother, sobs and holds him like he's her entire life. A PeaceKeeper goes up to get Dice.

"No! NO! Dice! Please! Don't take him from me! Don't! No! Let me keep Dice! Please! Please!" she screams, sobbing. The PeaceKeeper rips Dice from her arms and she drops to her knees, crying. Dice screams and flails his little arms at the PeaceKeeper.

"Any volunteers?"

"I volunteer!"

The cameras go to a man, older than fifty. "I volunteer for Dice." he says, firmly. The man walks up to the stage.

"Great! And what's your name?" asks the escort, cheerfully.

"Sprik Radin." he says. Huh. I think I know him from somewhere, the name seems familiar..

"Well, shake hands, you two!" the escort says, like it should be obvious to us. Sprik gives my hand a firm shake. The crowd goes wild with applause.

Goodbyes, 3rd person POV

Lace, carrying Dice, and Mindle run in to see Sprik. Lace goes on and on about how she can never repay him and Mindle tells him how easy it will be for such a great guy. Dice just cries, making a few tears fall from Sprik's cheek. He was going to miss them. After all, he knew bloodbath was practically written all over him.

Sprik's friend, Robert, comes to say goodbye. Robert is nothing much, just a nice guy, but Sprik will miss him. Truthfully, the only reason Robert came was to give Sprik the wedding ring. From when Sprik was married to Jewel. It was really nice, golden.

Glint waited, waited a long time for someone to come in. Half an hour past, and she was sure no one would show up, when the door creaked open.

"Glint?" Glint turned around to see her mother, who she had no spoken to in near ten years. She immediately got up to hug her. Her mother told Glint how sure she was Glint could win.

Glint was sure she could win, too. As long as she gets her hands on a sword.

But it's all about the odds, right?