Lucy's POV

"Lucy, be a dear and bring me some coffee?" I am called to my father who is hastily pacing up and down the hall.

He is always like this every year when the reaping day comes around.

I grab my fathers favourite mug and pour the boiling water into the coffee at the bottom. I stir in two sugars and finish it off with milk.
"Lucy have you had some breakfast?" My father bellows from the study.

Breakfast. I knew i forgot something.
"Im not very hungry dad." I manage to say, truth is im starving but I'm afraid that if I eat I will cough it all back up again.

"Lucy," My dad walks in with a parcel in his right hand. He stares me in the eyes before he places the carefully paper-wrapped box.

I shake it before I pull the strings. Inside something glitters, shimmers more like. A key?

"It was your mother's..." He looks down at me which makes me feel small.

I pick up the golden key and turn it around in my hands.

"If by some chance you are chosen-"

"Dad," I interrupt. I place my hand on his and look into his hollow eyes.

Dad has always had that stern angry look about him ever since mum died. I could never quiet predict his emotions or what he would be like when he came home. Sometimes I would get home and our house would smell of smoke or worse alcohol. He'd drown himself in the thoughts and unfortunately for me, actions of a drunk man. I hate it when dad drinks. He'd hit me if I done so little as speak. I'd either shut myself in my room and write my book or run into the fields and read a book.

"It'll be fine. Its one out of a four-hundred chance that I will be chosen." Although I say this, I am scared myself.

Natsu's POV

Life for an orphan boy who lives in a barn is tough. Well when I say live more like I sneak into Farmer Dreyar's barn and sleep. I live off of burnt bread from the nearby bakers and water from the town water pump.

Today is the day of the reaping. My skin feels distant from my body as shivers of fear consume me. this year my name is in seventy-two times. The more times your name is admitted into that bowl of death your receive food for your family. Unluckily for me a cat doesn't count as a family member. All I will receive this year is five loafs of bread and some oil. I normally sell the oil for some money so I can buy clothes and attend school.

I feel like the whole neighbourhood is staring at me as I stroll to the bakers and empty out their bins for bread.

"You filthy little boy. Get Out!" I am hit very hard on the back of the head with a stick as the baker and his wife come running out.

I manage to grab a burnt roll and thats it. The bakers wife throws a baking tin at me which just passes by, just missing my head.
"YOU FILTHY RAT BOY!" I hear the bakers door slam as I run into the hoard of people swarming around the street.

"That's Dr Igneels child is it not?" I hear some passerbys whisper, they short me dirty looks. as i walk by they pinch their noses and hurry past.

My father. Dr Igneel was the town doctor of District 6. He'd cure the sick and help create antidotes for the flus that would get passed around.

In this town of medicine you'd think that we would have a lots of different doctors. Unfortunately for us many people would get sick and die from starvation so lots of doctors were needed. My father though was well known and by far the best. Him and my brother Zeref were the perfect team.

Nobody really paid much attention to me. I was the youngest and a bit of an outcast from my small family. I never really considered myself as part of their little group and when news of their death came around you could see the town was upset. Even the town who considered my brother and father as saviours forgot about me. I became known as 'Rat Boy' as i would have to scrape through bins for food.

It was my fault that my family died. When I was younger I used to play with fire an awful lot, one day the flame caught a curtain and the house went a blaze. My brother and father were trapped inside the burning building and it was all my fault. It should've been me who died that night. My brother had a life ahead if him and a reputation all i had were my flames and the very little education I knew. My Brother was going to be the next Dr Igneel...

I hurry to the center if town and stand in line for the reaping.

Lucy's POV

A woman dressed in white scrubs takes my finger and pricks it with a device. She then rubs my finger onto a sheet of paper and writes my name down. Her pen scratches as she calls for the next person.

I suck on my finger and the warm metallic taste touches my tongue.

The speaker Jenny Realight walks up on stage and stands at the mic. She purses her lips and reads from a roll of parchment.
She wears a peculiar dress- (most likely the capitols new trend.) It has flowers of all kind, big and small wrapped around her tiny figure. She looks as if a florist exploded on top of her.

"Here we are again for another year." Jenny purses her lips and looks to the crowd of people who all share the same blank expression. It must be so awkward for her.

I spin a lock of my blonde hair round my finger and sigh. Jenny recites the same speech as she always does and the same film is played.

"Now, the moment we have all been waiting for." Jenny pours her long nimble fingers into the bowl full of folded sheets of paper. I cling onto my dress. My nails crease the fabric.

Her hand shoots out of the bowl and she coughs a little squeaky cough.

"The fine lady who will be representing district 6 for the 70th Hunger games is..."

I can feel my heart beat increase. It won't be me, it wont be me. I cross my fingers on my two hands.

"Lucy Heartfilia!" Her words echo thought the courtyard. I feel my senses go numb. Everyone is staring at me like im a cute kitten.

All I can process in my mind is... im gonna die here.

"And from the boys." Jenny smiles the audience and bounces across the stage.

"Natsu Dragneel!"

Natsu's POV

That poor rich girl. I think to myself. I can see her crying into her hands from the girls crowd.

I don't mind really that I was chosen as I have nothing to live for. I never have and never will.

I know im gonna be killed on that field and of by some chance I did survive I wouldn't be welcomed back with open arms.

All you can hear though the courtyard is murmurs and sighs of relief. The boys im next to give me that sympathetic smile as I walk to the stage.

"Well here we have it, this years tributes from district 6.