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Zedphire Tomliss POV
I stare at my arena and smile. My first year as head Gamemaker was going great. I read through my arena plans one more time. First the tributes would find themselves in a room with nothing in front of them but the Cornucopia and other tributes and nothing behind them but small portals. Tons of portals. 53 portals to be exact. Each portal lead to one of the previous 53 Hunger Games arenas at a certain time. Although the tributes couldn't change history, the tributes from the past could easily kill the tributes.
The Cornucopia would be filled with only time-related items. From a useless watch to a small timer that can let you go 30 seconds back in time. But one prize was more important than all the others. A time bomb. It could revive any dead player and make them come alive again. There would be three time-bombs. One in the Cornucopia, and two more hidden somewhere in the arena. As for food, water, and not time-related weapons, the tributes would need to find those in the previous arenas.
And then I looked over my favorite part. In each previous arena there was a hidden mutt. Mutts were my favorite and I loved them so. Anyway, in each arena there was a mutt that wasn't there before. From easy tracker-jacker to my favorite mutt, the jabberjay, to a band new mutt I created I simply called The Beast. I had a feeling this mutt would be used for years and years like the tracker-jackers. The Beast was a wolf-like creature that too everything it could see and turned it to shreds.
I'm staring at my plans when is see Pellope, my Avox, walk into the room. She has a note:
Dear Zedphire,
I am ready to see your arena plans. Please come to see me.
Sincerely,
President Snow
I walk down to the president's office and hand him my plans. He reads them over and then gives me an approving look.
"Very good," he says, "But it need one more thing. This."
He hands me a small glass orb. I look inside it, but can't see a thing.
"When you need to add a new twist, put this into the Games," he says. "I think you're going to like it."
With that the president dismisses me. I sit in my office with only the orb and my own thoughts to keep me company.
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