Victory or Death: The 71st Hunger Games

by SkyeBird128

12 districts. 24 bowls. 24 names. 24 children shall enter the arena. 23 will die. One will be crowned victor. The question is, who will this be? The 71st Hunger Games have begun. I don't own the Hunger Games. Ladies and gentlemen, we have our victor!

1. Introduction

3rd Person POV:

It was Teylin Ravine's first year as Head Gamemaker. She had been a Gamemaker for seven years already, longer than many, yet she never thought she would ever become Head Gamemaker. It was an unimaginable feat. But here she was now, in mid-December, standing in front of President Snow, presenting the arena sketch.

"So, another frozen wasteland, yes?" Snow inhaled a flower.

Had he not understood this yet? "Yes," she mumbled.

"And the Cornucopia?"

"Buried in the snow, about twenty yards from the tributes."

"I see." President Snow plucked another flower. "It's good. Start making it."

She breathed a sigh of relief. He had accepted the arena. Her arena.

His eyes flashed when she lingered. "I said, go build it. Tell the masons. Do I need to replace you?"

She was out in a second. She couldn't afford to lose this position. She couldn't go back to the others, having failed at this position. She would have to leave there, too. This was her only chance.