Hi ! So I'm coming up with my traduction of my own fanfic, originally written in French ( I AM French, so it is normal... ). I want to heard about your reactions ! :)
I don't think I will be able to post regularly, but I will be doing the best I can !
I apologise for the errors I may do...
The majority of the characters are mine :) but not all ! And the universe is definitely Suzanne Collins' !
Prologue
The sword of Damocles
In the sunset's light, a man was working. He was locked up in his office since the sunrise. He had just eaten a cookie and drunk a cup of tea during all the day, but he still worked, without even stopping.
Someone knocked at the door. He stopped briefly, having a quick look at the hour. Then he said with a strong and powerful voice :
- Come in !
An Avox opened silently the door, and another man entered the room. He was very tall, with some strange deer's woods. He wore an elegant and expensive outfit, and his beard was artistically cut to form arabesques on his cheeks.
- Sit down, please, told him the man, showing with his finger a chair in front of his own.
The man with deer's wood did so. The two men stared at each other for a long time, without talking. Then, the new-coming opened the mouth :
- President Snow. You told me to come.
- Indeed. I remark that you are, in fact, two minutes late...
The other stiffened, suddenly nervous. A spark of fear appeared in his deep brown eyes.
- I am so...
- But it's nothing, really nothing, continued President Snow. You see, those are my really first Hunger Games as the president of Panem. And, you are the Head Gamemaker, my dear Cicero Crane.
- I've already all explained to you, president. The arena, the tricks, and...
- I know, I know. I did not want to see you for that.
- So what can I do for you ?
- Well, I would like those Games to be the greatest ever, to celebrate my new power. I just wanted to prevent you, Crane : the most insignificant error, and something worse than the deshonnor will be waiting for you.
Cicero Crane did not talk for a long time.
- I will remember, President, he finally said.
- Good. You can go.
The Head Gamemaker rose up and opened the door, leaving the room.
President Snow stayed still a long moment, thinking hard, then he went back to working.
Cicero Crane was walking without precise aim in the Capitol's streets, which were all crowded and luminous. He was thinking hard, too. He knew, for sure, that this new president was even worse than his predecessor, but now... he feared for his life. If the tributes were not satisfying... If the arena was not surprising... Impressing... Then...
No. He would yield to this arrogant, without pity man. He had survived to 10 years in the very close entourage of Danger, the precedent president, a paranoiac man who used to execute every person that seemed to be a menace for his power. That did not save him, altough.
No, he refused to have a sword of Damocles over his head.
Thes Games would be a triumph, he swore.
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