Some of the characters mentioned do belong to the lovely Suzanne Collins and obviously the books that spurred this story belong to her. This is, as titled the story of the very first hunger games and many things will be similar to the games in the books. Some things will be different, and the changes/general plot belong to me. So do all of the original characters.

~ Vee

President Alkaios Snow stood in from the mirror calmly straightening his tie. His ice blue eyes pierced his reflection, making sure that there wasn't a single fault in his suit. His coal black hair was slicked back against his head in many aromatic oils. He lowered his hands to the table, picking up a pair of snow white gloves with precision.

"Daddy?"

Alkaios felt his body shudder and her eyes glazed over with hatred. He turned to the small child below him, trying for a smile.

"Coriolanus," he chided, "you are not to be in here while your father is working."

"I wanna play!"

Alkaios took a sharp breath and his tone changed to address his eldest child, "ANDROMEDA! What did I tell you about allowing Coriolanus in here! I have to address my entire country in minutes and this silly child is aggravating me!"

"I'm sorry sir!" A young girl with long raven hair and eyes as blue as the sea scurried into the room, scooping Coriolanus up. She held him against her chest as she left her father's study, sure to close the door behind her.

Alkaios sighed, lips moving without words as he remembered the speech he'd been preparing for weeks. He looked down at the well written essay he'd prepared as a speech and thought about any last minute changes. What he was about to tell his country, panem, seemed ridiculous, but after the rebellion from District Thirteen, this was what he had to do.

"Alma?" he muttered gently, wondering if his wife was even in the house.

"Alkaios," her voice rang through his office sounding like an angel. He flinched knowing very well that she would not approve of his plans. "It is time for your speech."

"I'm coming," he swore. He slipped on the white gloves and slicked back his hair as fair as it could go.

Panem fell silent as every television in the country lit up with a picture of their diligent President and his army of white soldiers at his back. The country stared in a mixture of horror and fear as President Snow began to speak.

"Citizens of Panem," he announced, voice booming. "After the recent rebellion of District 13, and the unfortunate fall of our once perfect society, I have decided to make some changes. In light of this recent rebellion I have devised a plan that should make sure or orderly nation is never disturbed again. This year will mark the first year at the beginning of the dark days. I would like to announce the Treaty of Treason, a document reminding us of the days before Panem and what this country has done for us. With this treaty shall also comes a reminder of this recent rebellion and the demolish of District 13. In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and a female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public "reaping". These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol. And then transferred into a public arena, where they will fight to the death until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as 'The Hunger Games.'"

The country remained silent, shocked as the President bade them farewell. Th citizens looked between each other in terror, only awaiting the upcoming reaping and how it would change their lives.

As Alkaios stormed into his office he was followed by the angry hot footsteps of his wife.

"Alkaios," she yelled, "Alkaios! Answer me you monster!"

He turned quickly, standing over her with authority. "I am no monster; I just fixed our country's problems."

"Where is the soldier I knew!" she cried. Before this war life was perfect. You loved me and Andromeda, and Coriolanus. You joined that battle to help our family, but now that you've won it you only care about your own twisted beliefs."

"I am the president, Alma," he hollered. "If you can't handle that, then why don't you leave!"

"How dare you!" she screeched, slamming her fists into his chest. She reached up, slapping him harshly across his face.

He coughed, spitting blood from his now split lip. Anger clouded his thoughts and her vision as he turned, pushing his wife as hard as he could. She screamed loudly, tumbling backwards down the staircase.

His face fell as she landed with a crack at the bottom. His lips trembled as he ran from the scene as fast as possible, not even imagining that he should call any doctors.

—

"She fell?" Andromeda sounded bewildered. How could her incredibly wise mother die from such a careless fall. Her heart felt as if it were being ripped out as she stared at the grave of her mother, Alma Snow.

Looking up at the capitol, her home, she didn't feel very loved. She was closest to her mother and now that she was gone Andromeda felt even more stranger in her own home. She looked out at the small rose garden that once belonged to her mother. All of bright colors were starting to fade, and the only roses that remained bright were the ones born the color of snow.

She pulled her fluffy jacket around her shoulders. It was that cold, but her journey would be. There was no place for her at the Capitol. She wasn't like her father, nor did she ever plan to be.

She ran towards the fences that kept the Capitol building secluded. Her father put so much energy into not letting people in that the guards wouldn't blink an eye if they saw someone trying to get out.

She ran down the streets of the Capitol city, getting strange looks from the disgusting dressed members of the city. They had heavy makeup and jewelry. It seemed ridiculous that the people would have money to get such accessories right after the war. Anything that was left over was spent on the well being of those in the Capitol, and none in the districts.

"Hey," a voice made itself physical by grabbing her shoulder.

She flinched back, surprised to see a young boy no more than three years older than her. He didn't look like most of the people in the Capitol. He had shaggy, unkempt raven hair and sparkling silver eyes. She looked behind him to see a group of kids around their age hiding in the shadows.

"Do I know you?" she snapped.

"No," he grinned. "But we know you. Andromeda Snow, aren't you a little far from home."

"Only half a mile," teased another boy, "but that's a little far for a princess."

"I am not a princess," she growled. "Leave me alone, will you"

"I think we can help you," the first boy offered. "Where are you trying to run off to, princess?"

"Anywhere but here."

"Well," the second boy nodded towards the other kids. "If you're up for some rebellion-"

"Shut up!" screeched a girl. "She could be in cahoots with her father."

"Rebellion?" Andromeda questioned.

"If you come with us, you can't ever come back," the boys glared at her.

"Done."

"Great," grinned the first. "Then I guess we're off to District 13."

"District 13," gaped Andromeda, "But they're… gone…"

"Heh," the second boy chuckled. "That's what your father wants everybody to think."

"Who are you people?" Andromeda smiled.

"Fabius Coin," the first boy held out his hand with a goofy grin.

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