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Prologue

Two Days After Round 3 of 14th Annual Funeral Games

Third POV

Two mogs enter the Beloved Leader's study, the taller one striding in with all the confidence of someone holding a high position. The General bows to his leader and then takes his usual place by the side of his leader's desk, watching as the second man scurries in. He's small, with glasses perched on his nose and an ornate box clutched in his hands. He is hunched over and his face is filled with wariness as he approaches the desk.

The Beloved Leader watches with a smirk on his face, gesturing to a seat in front of the desk. He exchanges a glance with his General and then takes the box from the small man with his telekinesis. The mog winces as he watches the box float from his hands, his earlier wariness replaced with fear. He sits down nervously on the chair and looks around the lavish study, as if trying to forget where he is.

"This is it?" the Beloved Leader finally asks, still holding the box. "The ideas for the Anniversary Games?" he directs the question towards the small mog. The man nods quickly, his hands twisted together.

"And your name is?" the Leader turns the box over and over in his hands, raising an eyebrow as he watches the small mog.

"Lukas Lauz, my Lord" he says quietly. The General draws up another chair with a loud scraping noise, and Lukas cringes with panic. The Leader smiles cruelly and turns back to the box in his hands, his face becoming more serious. He opens the box and the General leans forwards excitedly as many envelopes are revealed. The leader picks the first one out, which is labelled with '15'. He slowly holds it up into the air, turning the envelope over and over in his hands.

"Do you know what the Anniversary Games are?" he asked Lukas. The mog nods his head but the General snorts, crossing his legs so that his gun at his hip is revealed. Lukas swallows, looking terrified.

"They're Games that are held every time there's a special Anniversary" the General explains, not even caring that Lukas knows what they are. "15 years, 25 years, 50 years et cetera. When there's a special Anniversary year then we hold the Anniversary years and something special happens that year with the Games. A twist, so to speak," he elaborates. The Beloved Leader nods, pulling out the card from the envelope. His eyes flicker over the card and a smirk appears on his lips, before he looks up again.

"For example" he clears his throat. "The idea set out for the 15th Anniversary of the Games was to double the number of tributes" he chuckles. "But somehow I don't think that's very fitting for next year's celebration" He places the card down firmly on the table.

The General looks up, a frown appearing on his face. "What do you mean, Sir?" he asks curiously. The Beloved Leader reaches for another envelope, casually opening it up.

"The Victors of this year's games have been allowed certain privileges shall we say" he says delicately. "They have been getting away with things that could be seen as rebellious when in previous years they would have been punished. Perhaps it is time that they learn how generous we have been," he says softly, dangerously.

The General frowns. "What exactly are you thinking of?" the Leader pulls out the card and reads it, a smirk gracing his lips.

"This card is for the 25th Anniversary. To show that you can trust no one, the Tributes shall be chosen by their own people: the Loric," he reads the card aloud. "But still not fitting enough for what I was thinking" he pulls out another envelope.

The General frowns and leans forwards, hands on his knees, as the Leader stands up and heads to the window. He is still holding the envelope in his hands and then he pulls out the card, reading it quickly. A satisfied smile makes its way onto his face and then he looks out of the window, his face thoughtful.

"This is fitting" he holds the card out to the General, who stands and reaches for it. He reads it quickly and then a cruel smile lights up his face, as he looks up at his leader.

"Perfect" he chuckles. "When do you make the announcement?"

"You can't just swap the cards!" both men turn to see Lukas standing up indignantly, but his face is filled with terror. He acted without thinking and now he's torn about what to do but his sense of duty wins out. "You can't simply swap the ideas to suit what you want! They were set out for the different anniversaries for a purpose!" he protests, his face shiny with seat.

The General reaches for his gun, anger shining out of his eyes, but the Beloved Leader simply laughs calmly, resting a hand on his general's shoulder. He heads to his desk and picks up the envelope labelled '15', making a big show of swapping the cards over. Lukas shakes his head, biting his lip till blood appears. The Leader continues to swap the cards over and then puts all three envelopes back into the box, the ideas swapped to suit him. He locks the box and then turns to his General.

"General Sutekh," the leader finally says. "I think this man has heard too much" he sounds bored. He doesn't say more but the General turns to Lukas, pulling out his gun.

Lukas turns to flee and throws himself against the door, trying in vain to unlock it. Before the General can shoot him, the Leader reacts first. He raises his hand and then Lukas begins to rise off the ground, his face turning purple as he grasps desperately at his throat. He's gasping for breath and then blood begins to seep from his nose and into his open mouth. There's a high-pitched scream and he kicks desperately at the thin air, not sure what's killing him. The leader smirks and his fingers twitch briefly. The mog explodes into ash.

The leader turns away, apparently bored, and heads to the window again. The General swallows nervously and flexes his fingers, putting his gun away. He seems unsure of his leader but stands respectfully, waiting for new orders. The Leader is watching the Training Centre, a cruel smile on his lips. He's holding the box in his hands, his fingers stroking over the Capital's symbol on the lid.

"They need to learn" the Leader finally says, turning to his General. "They must learn that actions have consequences"

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