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Embers and Ashes: The 76th Hunger Games

Summary:

The Mockingjay is dead, and now so is President Snow. But death brings rebirth, in the form of the strict and controlling Romulus Snow, and a Games that will show the remaining eleven district exactly what their place is. The Capitol will showcase their power, once and for all, and these will be the most eventful Games yet.

 

Submit your own tribute fic, District One through District Eleven.

 

If you see this on FFN, it’s me. I’m not copying myself.


INTEREST TRACKER

 

District 1
M: open
F: closed

District 2
M: open
F: closed

District 3
M: open
F: reserved
District 4
M: open
F: open

District 5
M: open
F: open

District 6
M: reserved
F: closed

District 7
M: open
F: open

District 8
M: open
F: reserved

District 9
M: open
F: closed

District 10
M: open
F: open

District 11
M: open
F: open

Notes:

Hi I’m Lola, and I may be a feral sewer rat, but I don’t bite. This is my first time posting fic publically, so don’t eat me alive here.

I hope it’s interesting even if it’s short. I promise I’m working on making things longer.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue I: Where it all Begins and Ends

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They say history is written by the victors. But what if the wrong side wins?

Katniss Everdeen dies with her bow at her side and a bullet through her spine. No one knows who fired. Some say it was a Peacekeeper, others whisper it came as part of a murder-for-hire. In the chaos, there are no names, only smoke and screams and the pandemonium that comes with watching death reap its victims.

One minute she's drawing breath to do what she came to do, then the next she's just gone. President Snow does not flinch. He smiles, thin and cracked, as her body hits the marble. He's won, and everyone might as well know it.

Rebel leaders are rounded up, executed, or disappeared. District Thirteen becomes nothing but a crater. Bombed so relentlessly the sky turns black, and the underground city stands no chance. No more resistence. No mockingjay songs. Just silence and death smiling wide from all sides.

They thought Snow wouldn't last long. Well, they were half-right. He dies that winter, buried in ice and blood and luxury. His heart finally gives out. All the stress, they said. He lived just long enough to put his country back together.

The Capitol mourns him like they mourn all heroes, with too many flowers and not enough poetic words. There will never be enough for the ruling class to say about their great ruler, the one who saved the country when those rebels fought to rip it all away.

But his legacy doesn't die with him. Romulus Snow is younger, sharper,taught and raised by only the best. Snow always lands on top, and he is more than ready to reclaim the glory of his family name.

He speaks in clipped sentences and never once raises his voice. And when he takes the stage the day after the funeral, flanked by white-clad guards and draped in the flag of Panem, he doesn't promise peace. No, he promises order.

"The rebellion was a disease," he says, "and diseases must be burned out completely."

The Games return, and Romulus vows to make sure their meaning is never pushed aside again. Blood will be spilled, not for unity, but for glory and truth. Tributes will die for the future. This time, no one will forget their place. And the Capitol will never lose again.

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I’m discontinuing this fic due to low engagement, and not being able to find a place that welcomes it or me. I’m sorry to anybody who has given me submissions. I hope you can send them into another SYOT.

Notes:

This is a submit your own tribute story. All spots are open, and I will be taking kids from Districts One to Eleven. In this world District Twelve and District Thirteen both no longer exist. If you want a tribute form, send me a comment asking for it or telling me you want to reserve a spot.

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

~~Lola~~