Prologue


Lucian Procrietz

Head Gamemaker

6 Months Before the 76th Hunger Games


I watched as the design team scurried around like lab rats, brainstorming ideas for mutts and creating the arena. They were panicked and scared. After what happened to Seneca, and now Plutarch, no one wants to mess up.

I strolled up and down the rows of computers, making sure everyone was doing their job. Everyone was working, some had been for over 36 hours straight. I looked at one of the prospect's monitors.

"Prospect, what is that?" I asked.

"I-i-it's an arena I w-was working on."

"We already have an ar…" I stopped speaking as I took a closer look at the hologram.

My eyes widened as I watched the animation of the arena in action. This lowly prospect, with no credentials to his name, came up with this!? There's no way he could be a prospect. In fact... I stood back up and started to walk away. "Get back to work Gamemaker Ritz. Design team, scratch the arena! We have a new one!"

The Gamemakers looked up in shock. "But Sir, we only have six months! We can't start a completely new arena!"

I smirked at the girl who had backtalked. "Then you better start working."

I smiled and started laughing. This is going to be so much fun!