Author's note:

Hello readers!

Thanks for reading this. The Hunger Games are an important trilogy to me so I figured I'd say a few words. This is set after the death of Snow and Coin in an alternate universe where Katniss is the president of Panem and Peeta is the ambassador to the districts. They have a son that went rebellious like most teenagers and ran away. He resides in the rebuilt District 12.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACHTERS SO THANK YOU SUZANNE COLLINS!

I wish I could write series' like her or any of my favorite authors. *coughs* *JK Rowling*

Anyway, thanks for reading.

-LTCF

Panem

25 years after the 75th Hunger Games

Prologue: Katniss

There is a knock at the door.

"Miss Everdeen," Effie, my secretary, says. She knocks once again, and in her uptight, high-pitched Capitol accent she says, firmer this time, "Miss Everdeen."

I quit pretending to be asleep and sluggishly replied, "What?"

"Miss Everdeen," Effie's voice rises on the word "Miss" and falls on the word "Everdeen", "There are many things to attend to today and sleep isn't one of them."

I sigh. Unfortunately, my job as the President of Panem is a job that takes my personal time and sleep in its claw and evaporates them. I shake my head and finally manage to stand up.

I get dressed, and Effie is standing at the door. I don't say a word to her as we walk down to my office.

After President Snow was defeated and Coin was killed, someone needed to take high office. I voted Haymitch or Effie, but everyone else voted for me. As a board, me, Haymich, Effie, Peeta, and the rest of the victors who were still alive decided to rebuild all of the districts and distribute all of our food and resources equally. All of the districts would keep the same jobs except for luxury, and luxury would be replaced with more agriculture. We would use the river in District One for more water supplies.

"Today, you have a board meeting with the other victors with the already pressing issues. Next, you will collect the reports from all of the districts on supplies and food. Haymich needs a meeting and...are you even listening to me?!" Effie exclaimed. I whipped my head around at her.

"Sorry, just trying to process everything," I mumble, "Board meeting...reports from the districts...Haymich…" I say going over the agenda like a list in my head.

"Good," Effie says as she leads me into the board meeting, "Ill see you in a few hours."

Hours. The word rung in my head. I just hope that Haymich has some beer.

"Welcome, everyone," I say flatly.

Among me sits Finick, Joanna, Beete, Peeta, Haymich, and all the other victors that have survived.

"As you know, we have important matters to discu-" I say but am cut off by a familiar and curt voice.

"Why? Why bring something back that almost entirely destroyed our nation?"

Peeta.

"Im not saying that we are going to bring them back, im just saying we need to lay down some ground rules! This is a developing country, and we need to show the people we are the boss!" I exclaim.

"Here we go agin," Haymich mutters under his breath.

Peeta is the ambassador to the districts, which basically means that he hast to show me beyond my ignorance on almost every decision I make. And I say almost.

"Well, you need to find a solution before going back to that extreme!" Peeta yelled.

"I know! So if anyone here has any ideas, please speak now!" I roared.

No one spoke.

"If no one has any ideas within the next five days, I am reenforcing the Hunger Games," I breathe angrily:

"Meeting adjurned."

Effie awaited me outside the room. She saw my stormy expression and decided to stay quiet. She simply lead me to my next meeting.

District 12 was rebuilt 10 years ago and is still used for coal. Unfortunately, even with resources being distributed equally, 12 is falling way behind.

The Hunger Games. Me, the Mockingjay, the county's savior, have to reenforce it? Now I see what Peeta sees. A rebellion could already be on the rise. People could already have it out for me.

But it has to happen, one side of me thinks.

At this moment, Effie bursts in.

"You are going to be late for Haymitch!" she exclaimes.

I rush out, migraine already forming.

"Ah, finally," Haymich says as I enter.

"You'd better have a drink," I almost demand.

Haymich laughs a drunken laugh.

"Not so easy to be queen of the world is it?" he says, waving his invisible wand. I sigh as Haymich hands me a beer.

"Are you crazy?" he flat out asks me. My head swivels around to face him, giving him a questioning look, "Or is it the pressure…"

"What?" I ask.

"You are even considering bringing it back. Something that will haunt you for the rest of your life!" Haymich exclaimes.

"I would make the ages a bit more fair. Only 16 to 18 and more proper training. Only the fittest will go into the games," I say firmly, sure that my decision is the right one.

"You do realize that your son would be in danger," Haymich says, trying and failing to soften the blow.

Fletch. I think about him, living in District 12. He ran away from his life with me and Peeta. And there were good odds that he would be chosen. He would be 17 this year.

"I know. But it's not about me personally. It's about the country. And it has to happen."

And unfortunately, Haymich knows I'm right.