Hiya my amazing readers! :D
So, this got deleted. So this story is now a SMOT (submit my own tributes) and I have changed the tributes' names, so they are now technically mine. However I have tried to keep a recognisable similarity between your submitted characters and my new ones, and I have only changed the couple of tributes that were submitted illegally (i.e. via review)
Here is the tribute list, and then a short prologue so this still counts as a story chapter :)
TRIBUTE LIST
District One:
Stormie Turner, 17
Stellan Pogue, 15
District Two:
Kail Farrow, 18
Vincent Topia, 17
District Three:
Gumi Kendra, 17
Noah Gray, 14
District Four:
Reka Joy Ceranic, 18
Riley Day, 16
District Five:
Lucas Easel, 16
Hannah Juda, 16
District Six:
Mela Servitore, 16
Spade Tetrance, 13
District Seven:
Ella Lane, 17
Alexei Brier, 15
District Eight:
Vitani Valentino, 15
Dustin Everett, 16
District Nine:
Moon Kellant, 18
Grant Merran, 12
District Ten:
Edie Lancaster, 18
Miveri Lynch, 17
District Eleven:
Tone Dahlia, 18
Zephyr Kane, 13
District Thirteen:
Drake Raxter, 18
Kanade Bel, 13
Let the Games begin...
Kara xxx
Prologue: Control
The crowd is silent. They're never silent. This is bad, and everyone knows it.
An undercurrent of fear tethers them all into place, and even the smallest can feel the tension in the grip of their parents' hands. Capitolians cloaked in colourful masks and dyes; Districtans covered by anything from thin, frayed cloth to elaborate dresses and jackets; everyone is strangely brought together by the threads of trepidation fastening around their throats.
He walks out onto the stage, and every camera seems to hold its breath as he stares through the skyline, towards all his subjects. Majestian Snow. The new ruler of Panem.
Everything had exploded a few weeks prior. Beloved President Paylor, disappearing as if by a particularly vindictive sort of magic, right from in between her trusted guards (or at least, the reports said they were trusted-you can't believe anything they say anymore, can you?). A surge of prospective replacements suddenly fading into dust, be it by bribes or accidents or disappearances; and one left behind. Majestian Snow, the grandson of the late Coriolanus Snow.
He's young, but his eyes are so sharp they could cut diamond and he speaks smoothly, silently manipulating with every crystal-clear syllable. He's attractive. He's dynamic.
And he's deadly to the core.
You see, Majestian didn't go to all this...trouble just for power. He wants revenge. Revenge sweeter than the roses in his grandfather's lapel, and more bitter than the bleach his mother sent screaming through her intestines before they found her, still and cold, hugging a necklace they later had to sell.
The revolution ruined them.
But the name Snow will soon strike fear in the hearts of everyone, all over again. District Thirteen will be forced to degrade and humiliate themselves as thoroughly as every other district in his new, shining kingdom with the darkness running through its floors. These Games will be the start of a new age; where a glance of his snow-white hair will send any rebel running scared.
Most of all, he wants them never to be able to forget. And these Games have been planned to be remembered for the watchers' every living day.
He steps elegantly forward. Leans over the microphone. Directs his eyes, so deep a grey it seems like they're penetrating into your soul, at every watcher within Panem's walls.
Four words. All that's needed.
"Let the Games begin."
I have a feeling this is going to be fun.
Kara x