Basically I have come to love the idea of writing a Merlin reincarnation fic. I have successfully written my first chapter! Yay! Now, I'm still iffy about this story so reviewing will prove to me that I should continue. If you want to read more then please review otherwise I might not upload a new chapter. Hopefully it's good!

This does not include any Hunger Games characters only those from Merlin and the ones that I have made up. No Katniss, Peeta, Gale or Snow.

Legends: Rising Chapter 1

In a land ruled by the government and a time of young death, the destiny of a powerful country rests on the shoulders of a young man, his name …

It was barely dawn yet the streets of District 11 were filled with people. An uncommon occurrence on most days, the farmers and pickers wanted to get as much rest as they could for the day ahead of them. For everyone, this was the exception that you got up early. To say goodbye to your young loved ones. For on the Reaping Day they might just be taken away from you.

Merlin Ambrosius silently watched one of these gatherings, listening to the heart-breaking goodbyes and wishes of good luck to the younger citizens of the District from their families and friends. He took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. There was nothing he could do to stop imagining his own name being called up during the Reaping. To be taken away from his home, his mother and the life he led here. The secrets he held. Being sixteen had never been so unappealing.

Every year it was the same. Merlin got up at dawn, woken by terrible nightmares of being chosen to participate in the Hunger Games. Scared that as another two tickets were put into the Reaping bowl he had a bigger chance. That this year he had a total of twenty-one tickets in the draw. So far he'd been extremely lucky and been chosen … but he was still eligible and still had the possibility to be chosen.

A sharp knock on the door alerted him back from his thinking. He turned and grinned as his mother, Hunith, walked into the room. She smiled back, rather wearily and defeated though and came over to him.

"Merlin. You're up early." She said, coming over and kissing him on the cheek.

"Aren't I always on this day?" Merlin asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. You should really try to get your sleep. Especially on mornings like these." Hunith told him.

"I don't think it's possible. Plus, what's your excuse? You're up at the same time as me." He teased his mother softly and got a smile out of her before it faded and she became serious.

"Just be careful, Merlin." She replied.

"Aren't I always?" Merlin repeated.

This time she didn't smile at his remark but paled and some tears sprung to her eyes. Merlin tilted his head and carefully wiped away the tear that slid down her cheek.

"No, I promise mother. I will be careful but there's no reason to worry. I won't be picked. There are a hundred more people who could be chosen." Merlin reassured her.

Hunith smiled and stood up, running a hand over her son's head to try and smooth out his raven black hair.

"I love you. Remember, keep the secret." Hunith said before walking out of the door.

Merlin let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. His façade at being calm and determined melted away as he thought about what really lay ahead of him if he was chosen for the Hunger Games. Not just the almost certainty that he wouldn't return home alive, that he would be leaving his mother but that the Capitol …

Would find out about his secret. That he had magic.

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