Today is the first day of training. I stare at the uniform my mother has so neatly laid across my bed, a black jumpsuit made out of light and flexible material from the Capitol. Since we're the most loyal district, we often get the most privileges. Still, there are times when the Capitol still has to show us that even we are not protected against the Capitol's wrath. I've been pacing back and forth in my room since 2, with a mixture of nervousness but excitement too. Finally, I'm sick of sitting here and I slip on the light jumpsuit, that seems to mold into the shape of my body. It's a tight fit, but it'll work. The sound of a slow, squeaky, creak interrupts my thoughts, as my bedroom door swings open. I turn around to see my mother stood there with an embarassed look on her face, like she just barged on something private. She tells me to go downstairs for breakfast but I respond indifferently, saying that I'm not really hungry. I make my way down and pack my bags, then my mother sends me off to the training academy.

The training academy is only a ten-minute walk from my house and is even a shorter walk from my school. My mother has signed me up for the training program for my age group, which are hopefully newbies like me. I enter the building, sturdy and tall, built with thick grey walls, towering columns, and statues of past victors. As I walk through the halls, I notice so many of them. The effortlessly beautiful Aegisa Thens, who killed the last tribute by banging a shield against them. The famous Caesar Dux, who gained a flurry of sponsors due to his looks, and is something of a legend ever since I was born. And then the iconic back-to-back victors, who were also lovers, Javelin Axel and Hippolyta Girdle. They live in the Capitol, stars bathed in riches, and one of Panem's favorites.

At the end of the hall lies the place where we actually train. A woman greets me and brings me to the section with the other 12-year-old girls. Most of them are children of blacksmiths, same as me. However, I see lots of them sneaking me looks of disgust. I'm not one of the nicest people outside, since I can get kind of moody.

The trainer in front of us introduces himself as Cohan, and I recognize him as one of the people who volunteered during a games a few years ago. However, a different tribute volunteered after him, so I guess this is where he is now. Cohan instructs us to take a look at the different weapon stations and choose one that we like. 

There are about a dozen different stations, each filled with different types of weapons and trainers skilled in them. I try a hand at archery but I keep missing the target. The spear seems interesting, but turns out it's hard to use. It seems like I can't find anything, until Cohan directs me to the hand-to-hand combat station. I don't think I would like it, but I try anyways. The instructor shows me and some other girls some basic moves. I listen intently, even though I'm probably going to fail at this. However, when it's time for practice, I easily take down the other girls. The girls are fuming with anger and suggest a challenge. "How about all of us wrestle you, huh? Wipe that nasty, smug, look off your face.". I'm not one to back away from a challenge so I accept.

We gather in the wrestling ring. The girls in front of me look like they could beat me up, but I'm strong. I can carry big blocks of iron in the forges, I've been doing it my whole life. When it's time to start, we spring into action. A girl with blonde hair pounces on me and tries to pin me down on the floor. I easily nudge her away and then tackle the two brunette girls in front of me. They've got me in a headlock, trying to push me off them as I put all the body weight I can on them. Then the blonde hair girl approaches me and tries to hit a punch, but I dodge. I then push her to the floor and punch her gut, which she responds with a squeal of pain. I then pounce like a lion on the brunettes, which they are caught by surprise with. The blonde girl tries to push me off but I roll around and tackle her onto the floor. Now I've caught them all. "I think I'll keep being smug until you beat me.", I say, with a hint of unnecessary attitude. I then stand up to see everyone staring at me. There's an awkward silence and then the room explodes into applause. Even the instructors are impressed. I bow down gracefully and manage a small smile. Maybe I am made for this.

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Author's Note:
Hi readers! First chapter is just a little backstory of Enobaria's childhood, so it's pretty short. Hopefully you enjoy this book and the format I'm going for. Please comment if you would like too, it really makes my day :) and a question; do you guys want images/videos/artwork in the chapters? Anyways, have an amazing day!