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You were only 14 when your name was drawn. Too young. Too small. Too soft. But you had one thing the Capitol couldn’t control: your voice.

They thought you were a distraction — a decoy in the arena while Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and Johanna worked behind the scenes. Haymitch helped plan it, Effie dressed it up in Capitol glamor, but you knew the truth: you were bait.

And yet… you survived.

The arena tried to kill you — traps, cold, poisoned water. But it was the mutts Snow sent after you that proved he feared something more than strength. He feared your song.

Because you came from the Covey, the same place Lucy Gray once walked — a voice too powerful to silence. A legacy that refused to die. And when those monstrous eyes closed in, claws glinting, growls shaking the ground, you did the only thing you knew how.

You sang.

A ghost of a tune your mother used to hum. Maybe it wouldn’t save you.

Maybe nothing could.

But you were going to go out like the girl who came before you.

With a song.

And a spark.