"I shall not be a Pawn." "I shall not be someone in their sick games." "But how can I escape when I'm so broken?" Calla was the youngest tribute to ever become victorious, but because just because she had survived did not make her happy, she was broken. Forever in her mind were the memories of the fresh blood that bursted out when her trident was thrown. The look of pain and shock of the tributes when the young girls trident impaled them. And she knew, that she would forever live with that pain and guilt.