I would like to say thank you to all my fans that have stuck through this story thus far and hope you continue with me on Titania's next journey in "The Lost Victor".

I would like to give a special thank you to:

gabisamore

TheGirlWhowasOnFire21

gabz1197

And FleurSuoh

For all reviewing and helping me along my journey.

I would also like to give a big warm shout out to lala1366 for showing interest in my story. If you haven't read the chapters she has up so far of her story "The First Victor" you should check it out. We both published our first chapters on the same day with the same idea of voicing the story of District Twelve's first Victor and in a weird turn of events have been reading, reviewing and supporting each other since. Thanks lala1366!

And finally, as promised, here is a preview look at "The Lost Victor":

*Chapter 1*

Looking back on all the events in the last two years made me feel like an old wrinkly woman. That's what I honestly should be with all that emotional, physical, and mental trauma disguised as life experience I had received from playing in and Mentoring the Hunger Games. Yet as I even now looked in the mirror this crisp January morning, all I saw was long curly golden blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, nearly flawless ivory skin, beautiful curves covered in a tank top and sweat pants, and a vacant expression.

Shivers ran up and down my spine as I thought of my meeting with the ruler of my home country Panem President Snow. All in all the man was handsome with his curly chocolate brown hair, and strong features that were coupled with an almost hypnotizing charisma. Only one thing threw off the whole image. His snake-like green eyes that were filled with cold uncaring made every other aspect of his appearance unappreciable.

In four months' time I would be working in the rich and luxurious Capitol making special 'house calls for a respective clientele'. Not that Snow had fooled me for a second about what was really going to happen. I was going to be the unpaid hooker for the highest paying slimy Capitol bidder.

Well, unpaid isn't entirely true.

By working for Snow's clients I would be earning my loved ones' rights to live. I had learned the hard way what refusing— or even delaying— Snow's agenda meant: death to whoever would hurt me most.

Downstairs a door slammed and brought me out of my dark thoughts.

Peeking into my larger than necessary bedroom, that was in my larger than necessary house, in the nearly pristine District Twelve's Victors Village, I caught sight of the clock on the nightstand that read 3:34 am.

Taftan Mellark was here.

*End of Preview*

I hope this wet your appetites!

Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!