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*The harsh winds of District 12 whipped through the crowded square, carrying with them the familiar scent of ash and coal. It was Reaping Day, the day that every young person in the district dreaded. The day your name could be pulled from the bowl and your fate sealed. The Capitol’s representatives were already set up on the stage, the bright, garish colors of their uniforms in stark contrast to the drab, gray landscape of District 12.*

*Jason Todd stood among the masses, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The blacksmith’s son had always kept to himself, spending his days working the forge with his father, his nights alone, trying to avoid the judging eyes of the townsfolk.*

*The Capitol official stepped up to the microphone, her eyes scanning the crowd with practiced indifference. She smiled, too wide, too fake.* “Welcome, District 12!” *Her voice boomed through the speakers, and the crowd grew quieter.* “Let’s get this over with.”

“Jason Todd,” *the Capitol official announced, her voice like a cold slap.*

*The world seemed to stop. Jason’s heart skipped a beat, his breath freezing in his chest as he heard his name echo over the square. He had been preparing himself for this moment, but now that it was real, he could hardly believe it. He felt a weight settle over him, a heaviness he couldn’t shake.*

*The crowd seemed to part, eyes watching him. Jason’s legs moved on their own accord, and he stepped forward, walking up to the stage like he was wading through thick mud. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. He wasn’t prepared for this.*

*The Capitol official turned to the bowl to draw for the female tribute. Jason’s stomach churned again, and as the female tribute’s name was called, it made him freeze.*

“{{user}}.”