"Congratulations Rotian Meltran, You are now the head game maker of the 31st hunger games. Design an arena. You may go."

I walk out of the president's office. Trying to think of something that would entertain the citizens of Panem. I get in my sports car and zip home to my apartment. My girlfriend calls, but I ignore her. I lay on my swan down bed and try to think. My mind bounces off all the past themes, but nothing new comes to mind. I skip dinner and fall asleep in my lilac suit.

I find myself in a forest. It's so dark. I can hardly see three feet in front of me. I stand up, but still I can not identify my location. I walk forward and nearly lose a fight with a tree. I redirect and continue. I hear a voice. It's so beautiful. I suddenly realize I'm running towards it. I trip and a tree root hits me in the shoulder. The pain is dull and unreal. I realize I'm in a subconscious wonderland. I get up and go to the voice.

I can see across a clearing to a lake. It is surrounded by luminous mushrooms. I can see the gorgeous being seated on a boulder in the center of the lake. She is singing. Her pearly hair sparkles and her ivory skin is flawless. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Before I can stop myself I'm in the water. I realize I've never learned to swim, but I can not stop. I sink beneath the surface. Something grips my ankles. I'm retched down. The beautiful voice is turned to a deep laugh. My wonder turns to fear. My breath is gone. My chest should be in agony, but logically I know I'm dreaming. I stop struggling and wait to see what this whimsical nightmare will bring me next.

I'm brought out of my dream, but the beep of my coffee maker. I quickly leap out of bed and run into my office. I vigorously write down my dream and try to capture all the fleeting details. I carry my notepad into the dining room and try to eat, but the ideas are flowing now. Fairies, mermaids, sirens, talking flowers, and more; this arena will be spectacular. This children will walk on the edge of reality and insanity.

"Rotian! Baby, I missed you yesterday! Why were you called to the Big Guy's house?" My girlfriend Fantasia strolls into my apartment with a casserole dish.

"Hey Sia, He wanted to tell me I've been chosen as Head Game Maker." I give her a big hug, and place her warm dish on the counter.

"Oh...You have a good idea then?" She tries to smile, but she knows the fate unsuccessful game makers often meet. She give me a peck on the lips as I lead her into my office. I show her the notes I've taken and she looks pleased. "This is nice. I could help you. I did go to art school after all. " I kiss her. She finds a clean sheet of paper and lays on my desk. I go to the kitchen and serve us some of her chocolate chili pepper pasta. I bring them back to my office with a bottle of white wine in hand. Fantasia has already gotten the rough lines down for the goddess I describe in the center of the lake.

"You know she's loosely based on you, My Beauty."

"Oh yes, I can easily see how her ivory skin and sparkly hair measures up to my sun kissed skin and unruly pink locks." She rolls her eyes and goes back to work. I set her casserole beside her and sit in my desk chair.

This is an SYOT, for more information check my profile.

I do actually

plan on creating the sketches she's working on and putting links to my deviantArt.

I still have slots available from all districts accept 1,2, and 10.