AN: Ok, this is my first Hunger Games fanfic and my second fanfic ever. It's about Snow's granddaughter being a tribute along with other kids from the Capitol. I know, it's done over a thousand times before but I simply couldn't resist .

English is not my native tongue and I'm not an experienced writer, so please don't kill me for grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I really try to do my best!

Reviews and comments are welcomed! No flames and spam!

This prologue is very short, I know, but the next chapter will follow soon.

I don't own the Hunger Games

Enjoy!

Prologue

My eyes are fixated on the big reaping ball. I bet that at least on half of the small paper strips is written my name. After all that's what the former Gamemakers used to do with the names of the victors' children for making the games more dramatic.

Well, it can't get any worse now, twenty-two teenagers are already reaped, all but one of them sentenced to death, about to be sent of for killing each other. I see Effie Trinket smoothing the last but one slip, reading out the name. I bite my bottom lip for the twenty-third time today, hoping one more time it's not my name read out. Is that how the district children used to feel every year?

"Zaphira Templesmith!"

Oh no, not her! Though I have just talked with her and only met her a few times we get along very well. She's one of Claudius Templesmith's daughters. Her twin sister Andromeda and Claudius have killed themselves after Coin's and my grandfather's death.

Pathetic cowards.

Well, I had several opportunities to end this once and for all, as an example Andromeda had offered me pills before she took them and others had offered to "borrow" me a loaded gun. But I did not swallow an overdose of morphling or jumped from a cliff, suicide is simply beneath me. And I have no family member to worry about anymore.

At the moment I can't do anything to get out of here so I have to watch Zaphira ascending the stage's stairs and arranging herself beside the other reaped ones.

I haven't paid much attention to the read out names, have been too busy to worry, but now I notice Seneca Crane's two sons, Icarus and Alec standing next to Zaphira.

Suddenly I realize that the leaders of the rebels, this year's Gamemakers, really want to draw these last games through, that no one on the stage would suddenly jump off his chair and say "Aah, don't you worry, we were just kidding! Have you really thought we want to descend to your standard, Capitol citizens?"

Icarus Crane, the elder, is an arrogant bastard, just like his executed father. But Alec, for God's sake, he's just twelve! Just a baby!

I've always felt sorry when a twelve-year old was reaped because that's simply not fair. What chance had someone like Alec in hand-to-hand combat against a grown strong man? That's right, none.

Now I notice that the leader of the rebels, the mockingjay, Katniss Everdeen who is sitting on a chair behind Effie next to Johanna Mason and Haymitch Abernathy, looks at Alec, apparently thinking about something. Maybe she remembers how her sister was reaped, most likely she does. But the mockingjay doesn't protest or does anything to save the twelve-year old.

They really draw these final games through…

I can hardly hold back the tears welling up in my eyes as I have a look at Alec's face. Scared, terrified, watery eyes… Poor thing, most likely his own brother would kill him without batting an eye with a mere movement of his arms like the boy from district two in the last but one Hunger Games.

But then the highly pitched fake cheery voice of the former district twelve escort brings me back to cruel reality.

"Now the last one!" exclaims Effie in her fake excitement, quickly adjusting her light turquoise wig. "I can't wait to see who will be the lucky one!"

Tensed I stare at Effie Trinket's hand grabbing a piece of paper out of the reaping ball, picking out the last tribute.

I really do hope it's not me but the odds aren't really in my favor. I don't want to die.

How do I explain this issue as short as possible? Ok, this year's Hunger Games are going to be last ones ever. After the districts had won the rebellion they hungered for revenge. Revenge for their children who died in all the previous games, forced to kill each other for 'our' entertainment. And of course there was no better idea than turning the tables and us so called 'Capitol Kids' to be the next tributes. As revenge, to satisfy the districts' bloodthirstiness… Wait, have I just really thought that?

The heavily rouged woman holds now a folded slip of paper in her lacquered claws and walks over to the microphone. She unfolds it and smoothes it slowly for the twenty-fourth time today. In a few seconds the name will be read out.

Please not mine, please not mine…

But I won't fool myself.

I am the symbol of the Capitol's fall.

I am going to be the main attraction of these final games, the districts want to see me die. Effie's last sentence just aggravated my worries about me going to be the star of this freakshow. For being honest, can Effie's last sentence be more obvious?

My grandfather died of some natural cause and most of the former Gamemakers have killed themselves, preferring death to falling into the clutches of angry rebels and raging district citizens.

Most likely they would have killed them in the most agonizing way possible. But before I can think more about it the last name gets called. My nerves freeze as the cyan colored mouth reads out the name, my name.

"Glacier Snow!"

To be continued…

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