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SUMMARY
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BEFORE THE WARS, before panem, if you'd read one of those dystopian fantasy novels about an orphan girl with no family, pallas would probably have been one of them. everyone of her own blood is dead. sometimes, pallas thinks she is too. that she'd died in the seventy-second hunger games and she wasn't the victor.
but pallas was the victor. president snow made her the youngest tribute to ever win the games, forcing her too lose every part of her childhood and innocence in the process.
and for it,
there's hell to pay.
might i introduce you all to,
the one, the only,
pallas briar!
disclaimer! romance is very much not a main focus in this fic! there may be a few hints here or there but there is no main love interest labeled!