The Pony Games

The day of the Reaping is eventually here . All ponies between the age of 12 to 18 have there names in the ballet and are grouped behind red ropes . If your twelve you name is placed in once , thirteen its placed twice and so on until seven at the age of eighteen . This is multiplied by the amount of family members in your house hold . Fortunately for me animals don't count ; not so lucky for AppleJack though four family members and she's sixteen that would make 20 I think. Wait... Pinkie has more members in her household doesn't she?

As usual the Mayor struts to the podium as bubbly as ever this time of year . The Capitol holds the pony games as to show we mercy to them after the rebellion seventy-four years ago. Truthfully I believe they enjoy watching us tributes kill each other, I guess they earn any spare one from sponsors , I mean I kind of understand but that doesn't mean they need to take it out on 24 of us each year . Beginning the reaping is done by telling us all the story of the panem , and then the speech of what the rebellion caused e.g floods starvation .

"There is only one rule , you kill or be killed " Exclaimed the Mayor " and may the odds be ever in your favour ."

Calling of the tributes has begun , from district twelve

"mares and fillies first" . My heart was thumping against my rib cage , I was breathing heavily waiting for the first name to be called .

"And the tribute from district twelve is .." Something threw me for a loop , it wasn't my name nor appleJacks nor any of my friends .

It was ButterCup-

Once I had been laying on a cloud waiting for game to go by , I must of dosed of and rolled over . I fell 6 feet down onto my back . I was completely winded unable to breathe . That's how im feeling now , unable to move , talk or breathe as I contemplate ButterCup as she , as stiff as a rock , clambers up the hoof trodden steps . She was pale and frozen not her usual rose pinkish color. "Buttercup . " I finally burst out

"ButterCup" , I hadn't any need to push through the crowds as they parted a pathway to the stage . Bounding into the stage I push Butter behind me " I volunteer !" I unusually  loudly shout " I volunteer as tribute " ButterCup was grasping around my hoof

"No , FlutterShy you cant go " I tried not to cry even though I felt like it and explained in a harsh voice " Get of  " Luckily for me

Applejack arrived on the stage pulling her away from my hoof

"Go get em' tiger " She nods to me dragging B.C. down the stage steps  .The crowds were awe struck there had never been a volunteer for years , well except for in the wealthier districts were winning is so great it would last me 5 lifetimes . It was a rule that any colt , if a colts name has been called , or filly if a fillies name has been called can step up and take there place but  it never usually happens when It comes down to district twelve .

"Lets give a round of applause to this brave Pegasus " To my surprise no one in the crowd applauded . Not a single hoof banged against the ground . Everypony including me stood silent just staring toward another pony somewhere in the crowd .

Breaking the silence the Mayor decides to call out the male tribute from our district .

ButtonMash

I've heard his name and seen his face but never actually made any conversation with him . Except , one time he kind of saved my life but most of my memories are blurry , i'm obviously still worried . But now ore than ever because im actually I the games . Button was the last tribute to be called and so we were all taken over to separate rooms  , it was the most royal place I had ever seen -other than the Capitol - velvet carpets with slick silk couches covered in pale patterns going this way and that . This is the room where we say goodbye to those we care about just in case we don't return...