ALTAR OF THE HEAVEN | The Hunger Games Fanfiction

Aracelia St. Clair was born to hunt. In District 10, where survival depended on sharp eyes and steady hands, she thrived. A natural with a weapon, she could take down a charging steer or a silent shadow with the same deadly precision. Her whistle, sharp and clear, was both a signal and a warning, echoing through the plains.

But in the Capitol's arena, hunting meant more than survival-it meant sacrifice. She didn't volunteer for glory. She volunteered to save her brother, stepping into the spotlight as the "Whistler Marksman." In a world where hunters became prey, Aracelia learned that some hunts demand more than skill-they demand everything.

And those are the price of freedom.