Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of the characters. I only own Azari Trestin and any other character that doesn't seem familiar. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own. However, this is my own creation. This does relate to the Hunger Games, but in a different story line.

Azeri POV

Training, day one. It was during the training days where i knew I had to soak up as much information as I possibly could. West clung to my side like a child who was afraid to lose their mother. I was hopeful that he would eventually branch out and try to learn what he could.

"We need to work with whatever we can so we're prepared in the arena, okay?" I leaned down and murmured into his ear. Training began and I made my way over to the camouflage station, considering I was a terrible artist and I knew it to.

West followed me wherever I went. I learned quite a bit about him actually. He was a fast learner, and he was good at painting, unlike me. I had a sneaky suspicion that that would contribute into our survival in the arena in the next few days. We visited quite a few of the survival stations, avoiding the weapons. I planned to talk with my mini tribute partner later to find out if he was good with weapons. If he was, to find out just what he was good at.

Midday came fairly quickly, other tributes steering clear of West and I, most likely because they didn't want to make an alliance with someone who was so young and weak. I was making it very clear that I would stick with my partner until the very, bitter end. If I couldn't make it out of the arena, then I was going to be absolutely hellbent on making sure West would. And yet still, I couldn't help but analyze our competition.

District 1: Female tribute's name was Glitter, sixteen, average build. Typical Career. Male tribute was Starn, also sixteen, muscular build. Typical Career.

Threat level: Dangerous.

District 2: Female tribute - Shyne, seventeen, slim, muscular for someone of her age and stature. Typical Career. Male tribute - Thyme, fourteen, lanky, and thin. Not a very typical Career.

Threat level: Moderately dangerous.

District 3: Female tribute - Seren, fifteen, thin and lanky. She seemed very shy. Male tribute - Ryder, sixteen, tall and lanky, but muscular. He was very clearly protective of Seren, making that his only known weakness.

Threat level: Moderate.

District 4: Female tribute - me. Azari Trentin, seventeen, short and thin. I considered myself somewhat muscular, but I definitely wasn't as built as Shyne. Male tribute - West Roslyn, fourteen, small and meek, he's good at painting but I doubt he'd have the guts to attempt to shoot another tribute.

Threat level: Moderately dangerous.

District Five: Female tribute - Luna, seventeen, thin and very obviously weak. Male tribute - Orion, sixteen, short and stocky. He was wide, but not fat. If he hadn't been pulled for the Games, he would've been a huge grown man when he got older.

Threat level: Slight

District Six: Female tribute - Eclipse, thirteen, small and shy, not talkative at all. Male tribute - Hayne, fourteen, very similar to Eclipse.

Threat level: Slim to none.

District Seven: Female tribute - Jay, fifteen, average in pretty much every way possible for a fifteen year old girl from Seven. Male tribute - Ace, sixteen, muscular build.

Threat level: Slightly moderate.

District Eight: Female tribute - Alice, sixteen, thin and lanky, looks like she could easily scale trees. Male tribute - Hale, sixteen, slightly muscular, very chatty.

Threat level: Moderate.

District Nine: Female tribute - Mira, fifteen, short and thin, lethal with knives. Could possibly become one of the Careers. Male tribute - Karim, sixteen, short but sturdy. Very handy with awls. Could also possibly be invited to join the Careers.

Threat level: Dangerous.

District Ten: Female tribute - June, fourteen, short and tiny, is good with survival and plant knowledge, but isn't familiar with any weapons. Male tribute - Airen, sixteen, quite tall for his age, knows his way around axes, but can't throw one to save his life.

Threat level: Slightly moderate.

District Eleven: Female tribute - Lita, seventeen, tall and thin, can climb fairly quickly and easily. Male tribute - Hayden, sixteen, small and weak.

Threat level: Moderately dangerous.

District Twelve: Female tribute - Ash, twelve, small and thin. Definitely close to starved. It'd be a miracle in itself if she survived past the bloodbath. Male tribute - Rayce, eighteen, tall and slim. Also looks very close to starved.

Threat level: Slim to none.

To be completely honest, I didn't want to form an alliance with anyone but West. But my protective nature came over, making me think about the tributes from Twelve and Three. If an alliance absolutely had to be formed, then they would be my first go to options.

The topic of alliances was brought up during dinner that night. For once Finnick was actually present.

"So," Finnick began, "Are you thinking of any alliances?"

"Twelve and Three." I replied, sipping on my glass of water.

Finnick looked and me incredulously, "Twelve and Three." he repeated.

"That's right."

"Trestin, my goal is to get you out of the Arena alive. I can't protect you and the other weaker tributes."

"Well I'm not allying with the Careers."

"I'm not saying you have to! You need to play this smart, getting out of the Arena is what you should be focusing on."

"Just because they don't seem like likely candidates, that doesn't mean they couldn't be useful." I countered.

"Fine. Make an alliance. But make sure you all come up with some type of plan. Getting caught in the bloodbath wouldn't be the most ideal way to go."

I nodded, not sure of what else to say. Finnick was clearly frustrated with my lack of agreement, but at this point, mentor or not, I couldn't care less. Yes, getting out of the Arena was important, but was I the one who deserved to get out of the Arena the most?