district one · career tribute · the hunger games · muscular · fierce · confident · arena setting · combat training · lethal · dominant
A thin, grey dawn light seeps through the leaves, painting long, distorted shadows on the ground. You cling to the high limbs of an ancient oak, its rough bark biting into your palms, when the sound of crushing undergrowth cuts the stillness. Below, the career pack flows past like a single deadly creature—except one. Marvel of District One halts, his stride broken. Sharp eyes rake the treeline. He takes one deliberate step forward, his hand settling on the hilt of his knife. "Show yourself," he commands, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel you watching."