Looking down, your mind hits the bottom through your eyes do not blink.

Adrenaline flows as you stand on the front of your feet, on your toes.

Knuckles in white grasping rail tight, as you look to the bottom of your mind's fear of height.

You're fighting the fear drops of sweat on the shirt, as your knuckles in white,

Close your eyes make it worse.

Head Gamemaker POV

I rub my eyes once more in a desperate attempt to wipe away the signs of insomnia. I have not slept in days, only have I sat in my study perfecting my plans.

This will be my third year as Head Gamemaker. It is a surprise I have made it this long and I am not expected to stay much longer. President Snow has gone through at least seven Head Gamemakers since he became President of Panem thirteen years ago. He expects perfection and originality. Give him another boring forest arena and you will not last the month with your head still attached to your neck.

It's a good thing this arena is not your typical forest.

The fingers of my left hand tap nervously against the grey of my pant leg while my other hand clutches the holographic projector on which my plans are stored. My very best idea and this time he will be impressed. Last year was just a test of boundaries, an indoor arena.

I just barely escaped with my head.

This year will be better, I am confident in that.

"Sir, the President will see you now," A smartly dressed woman addresses me and leads me down a dim hallway before stopping at a heavy frame door. Slowly she opens the door and ushers me in, leaving me to stand stiffly in the closed doorway of the President's office.

"Corvius, please sit," a rough voice comes from the back facing chair in the far corner of the large room. The unmistakable voice of the most influential and powerful man in Panem.

I lower myself into the hard wood chair that sits opposite the President's desk and place the holographic projector on his desk. At the small knock it makes on the wood the chair spins around to reveal the stoic face of President Snow.

I bow my head respectively and a small grin comes to my face when I note the look of interest on his face. His eyes play towards the device on his desk.

"What have you brought for me this year?" His voice is shockingly calm but the undertone is threatening, warning me that another small failure would end me right here. It is not to late to replace me before the start of this year's Games.

My finger traces the largest button on the device before finally pushing inwards, immediately the cap flips open and a three dimensional model of the arena is projected above the desk.

The distaste on his face is evident and I know my time is ticking to impress him. The projection zooms in with the touch of my finger, focusing in on the different aspects that lie within the trees. His eyes soften slightly and I can see the beginnings of a smirk playing on the end of his mouth.

"This could prove interesting, make it happen Corvius," he says before turning back around in his chair, dismissing me.

I cannot help the grin that curls on the edges of my lips as I press the button to bring the hologram back into my device. This will be the best Hunger Games yet.

A/N: This is my new story To New Heights, I am not accepting tributes because I will be using the ones from my previous story that I have decided to discontinue.

The blog for this Hunger Games will be up soon! I will post the link on my profile when it is ready!

Welcome to the 38th Hunger Games, To New Heights!