He rests here, at a hilltop. It is nothing much and not even that big, but it is peaceful. And I think he deserves that.
After he ate the nightlock, there was chaos everywhere. Snow held conferences and everything, but no one can forget what happened in the 29th Hunger Games.
Finally, it was declared that officially, the victor of the 29th Games died before the Victory Tour, and that will be what's published in our history textbooks. In such cases, it is the President who tours the districts. Any mention of this year's Games will be punishable by death. No one mentions the fact that this year's victor died in the arena itself. His death will also not be acknowledged in the Tour, since the victor has officially survived the arena.
I am trudging up the hill. It has been raining a little and the pathway became sludgy. The crumpled flowers are still clutched in my hand.
When they brought back his body, the Peacekeepers spit on the casket and hurled abuses at it, while the citizens were completely quiet. Some cried as though they lost their son.
Our mother took to drinking. People sympathised her before, but now just ignore her.
District 4 constructed a secret monument for them, just beside his grave.
I somehow, don't feel sad now. I mean of course I feel sad for my brother, but I also feel proud. Not proud of the fact that he won, of course, but of the fact that he found someone worth dying.
In those three, I saw the perfect friends for him. They obviously cared about him enough to sacrifice themselves for him. And he wouldn't have had that. And I'm so proud of them as well.
Everyone admired him or feared him, but except me,no one treated him like an equal and loved him.
They might have been the only other than me who actually loved him for what he was and knew him to be a person rather than a killing machine.
I
keep trudging up till I reach his grave. It had a simple headstone which read,
Here rests
Kevin Spencer Hale
A loving son and brother and friend.
One of the bravest tributes.And next to his grave, to some distance inside the woods, there lies another stone structure, which says,
This monument is dedicated to the four tributes of the Twenty ninth Hunger Games.
From District 5, Jessica Garter, the Golden Girl.
From District 7, Amelia Mines, the Girl with the axes.
From District 9, Trent Drew, the Boy who Loved
From District 4, Kevin Hale, the Boy who fought.Yeah, it is quite a big stone.
I lay the first bunch of pink roses at the monument. There are bunches of other bouquets which I have no idea how the citizens, who barely have food to eat, managed to collect. And there were little notes. "Thank you for you valor." "Your sacrifice won't be forgotten". They will have to pay." "The odds will be in your favor."
They can never be forgotten, can they? At least, I hope not. I hope that someday, someone will still remember them. They don't deserve to be forgotten.
I lay the second bunch of flowers on his grave. It has lightly started raining and I'm glad of it because the tears have started building up behind my eyes and before I knew it, I'm crying.
I start remembering them.
Amelia Mines. Her family, as much as I got the news, survived. The girl with the axes had a lot of fire in her, and that made her memorable.
Trent Drew. I'm pretty sure his fiancée is dead. The Boy who Loved, tried to keep everyone alive, even st the cost of his own life.
The Golden Girl, Jessica Garter, who saved my brother's life, I'm forever indebted to her. For this life and for the next.
And my brother, Kevin Spencer Hale, forever remains the Boy who Fought.
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The 29th Hunger Games
FanfictionWhat if it wasn't Katniss Everdeen or Peeta Mellark who were the first ones to defy the Capitol in their Games? What if it were these four unknown tributes? The story of four tributes who form an alliance in the 29th Games and find friendship in an...