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❛𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.❜

That much is true for District Five, who did not have the best luck in the Hunger Games and therefore found themselves fading into obscurity. The Victors they did have had become so unrecognisable, it seemed like they were mere ghosts of the winners they once were. The only tribute worth noting was Alaric Silvers, who was deemed the only Victor sane enough to mentor others. The Victor of the 32nd Hunger Games grew more disheartened with every pair of tributes he paraded off to the slaughterhouse. His hopes had been well and truly slashed by the time the 66th Hunger Games rolled around. Until a young girl came along who knew exactly how to play the game. But there was more to Dahlia Blossom than originally met the eye. Under her poisonous, isolated facade was the little girl that died the day she became eligible for the Hunger Games. On Reaping Day that year, the Black Dahlia was born and thus sparked the notion of rebellion which would be fanned by the wings of a mockingjay.

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𝑶𝑹...
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂

𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!
i don't own the hunger games.
all rights belong to suzanne collins.
i own my characters and their plot lines.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!
obviously this is a hunger games fanfic, so expect the usual themes of death, violence, PTSD, prostitution and snow being a dick
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