This is the story of Cato Marcellus and Clove Urban, though it is not their story. It's not the story you've heard, about the "other" set of star-crossed lovers in the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games. This isn't the story people made up after the end of the rebellion to try and make it seem like people from District Two actually have hearts. It's not the story the Capitol told you, either.
This is the story of five best friends. Well, not really. But you'll understand the not really part later. I guess this isn't really about them at all--it's about me, as selfish and stupid as it sounds. Sorry, that sounds like most of this isn't focused on Cato and Clove, two of the people that loved me the most.
Look, there are a million and one ways to tell our story. But let's start in the simplest way possible: it started with a boy, a girl, and the perfect sword.
-A.S.
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A Knife in the Dark | ✓
Fanfiction{the rewrite of "District Two", the story of Cato and Clove; entered in the 2017 Wattys} ✗ If there's anything Atala Shields should be used to, it's pain. Two dead parents caused it. A changed last name, one that she hates to acknowledge, caus...
