A lost war

The point of my arrow shifts upwards. I release the string. President Coins bewildered face meets my eyes as an arrow barely skims her shoulder. I never miss.

Never.

Why did I miss now? That's the one question I'll never know the answer to. In the stunned reaction that follows, I'm aware of one sound. Snows laughter. An awful gurgling cackle accompanied by an eruption of foamy blood when the coughing begins. I see him bend forward, spewing out his life, until the guards block him from my sight.

"Goodnight," I whisper to my bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. The world goes blank as I chew the pill up and swallow losing each of my senses one by one.

Each of the victors was executed one by one as the country was once again plagued by the hunger games.

This was how they lost the war. Head to my profile to submit a tribute and I'll only accept PMs.

May the odds be ever in your favour.