A/N: The submissions are closed, unless you have reserved a spot. All spots are currently full.
I would like to welcome my co-writer, Miss Mockingjay. She helped me so much already and is sure to add to the quality of this story.
Without further ado, enjoy the prologue! A list of all tributes is at the bottom of this chapter.
Luna Pavo has been Head Gamemaker for fourteen years. Her Games have been rather interesting, whether it be a remarkable arena, exciting mutts, or eccentric tributes. She knows the ins and outs of Capitol fads and interests. She knows that this year, the 44th Hunger Games will be one for the history books.
"Mrs. Pavo?" her assistant, Io asks.
"Yes?"
"President Snow would like to know your plans for the arena this year," he tells her.
"Well, Io, while my plans for the arena are top-notch and probably my best yet, the arena is not the main focus of this year's Games," Luna says.
"Then what, ma'am? Mutts? Arena uniforms?" Io asks.
"No. The main focus is a secret. It will be revealed the night of the tributes' training scores. Until then, tell President Snow that I will write up my plans for the arena and deliver them myself," she orders.
"Yes, ma'am," Io nods, turning towards the door.
Luna holds the sheet of paper gingerly as she knocks on the door to President Snow's office. The small speaker to the left of the door buzzes.
"Please state your name and business," the president says through the speaker.
Luna presses the button below it and says, "Luna Pavo, Head Gamemaker. I'm here with the plans for the arena, sir."
"Ah, yes. Come in," he tells her.
"Good afternoon, sir," Luna smiles as she walks in the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Pavo. Please, have a seat," President Snow says, gesturing to a seat in front of his desk. "So, you have the arena plans for me?"
"Yes, sir," Luna says, handing him the paper.
The President reads the paper and moves his thin lips into a smile. "I like your plans, Mrs. Pavo. But you say here that the arena will not be the main focus. Why ever not?"
The corners of Luna's mouth move up into a grin. "I hope you can keep a secret, Mr. President."
Luna mulls over the list of names she had decided to reap. Of course, the reapings in the districts are not random. The reaping bowls are not filled with thousands of different names, but thousands of slips reading the same name. It was only a matter of choosing whose name would go on the papers in each bowl. Of course, Districts 1, 2, and 4 would have different names in the reaping bowl, but she knows exactly who'd volunteer. It is all on her list.
Luna does not know when, where, and how each tribute will die, other than those who will die at the bloodbath. This much she already knows. She selects 6 to 8 people who will die in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia at the start of the Games. As for the remaining tributes? Their fate lies in the hands of their rivals.
District 1
M: Patrick MacDougal, 16 (Irish Templar)
F: Giselle Eve, 17 (Cashmere67)
District 2
M: Lynx Swanson, 16 (jakey121)
F: Helena "Howl" Draconix, 12 (incubiis)
District 3
M: Baron Chrome, 14 (Cashmere67)
F: Selena Haven, 13 (mine)
District 4
M: Proudlock Kasabian, 15 (indierockchick)
F: Evadne Caraway, 16 (Barbreeka)
District 5
M: Mercury Gratian, 14 (my brother)
F: Amaris Stevens, 17 (awesomosityrox)
District 6
M: Fidget Northwich, 17 (quiet-little-wallflower)
F: Freja Porger, 13 (Milly)
District 7
M: Quin Emery, 17 (Blackwing44)
F: Blythe Cronin, 16 (RunawayBaby)
District 8
M: Thread West, 15 (jakey121)
F: Airley Brackenfall, 16 (quiet-little-wallflower)
District 9
M: Clarence Klaxon, 13 (indierockchick)
F: Bryn Curry, 15 (mine)
District 10
M: Karlsson vom Dach, 16 (jabberjaythesecond)
F: Elsa Rose, 15 (amber'xx)
District 11
M: Reed Wallace, 13 (aichd13)
F: Alanna Lockhart, 17 (Purple-Tacos-R-Da-Bomb)
District 12
M: Ian Redstone, 15 (TheSoldier115)
F: Tymia Lixe, 17 (nightlock77)