The Capitol Games :Prologue
The war is over. Nina Snow should be President of Panem. But Alma Coin has declared Nina unstable, and taken the Presidency for herself. And so it was decreed that in penance for all who perished from the Districts, the Capitol would, in punishment, surrender seventy-six young men and women, thirty-eight of each gender, to participate in a final, symbolic Hunger Games. Among the Capitol Tributes is Nina herself, Reaped for being Snow's granddaughter. With a young daughter and her true love waiting for her on the other side of the arena, Nina can't afford to die. But with seventy-five other Tributes to face… will the odds be in Nina's favour?
Hello again! Neve here with an AU sequel to The Victors and The Princess. This one has the possibility of obliterating the happy ending Haymitch and Nina deserve. So, go ahead, please read, review, and submit a Tribute name!
My name is Nina Snow. I am eighteen years old. My daughter is nearly two. I should be President of Panem. Alma Coin told the world I resigned my campaign because I was emotionally unfit. That is a lie. But I went along with it because she'll kill my daughter and Haymitch otherwise. Haymitch. The only one who still has faith in me, aside from a handful of our fellow rebels. Like Katniss. And Peeta. And Johanna. And let's not forget Annie. I live in a small house in the Capitol with my daughter and Haymitch. Finally I am free from the hospital where Coin kept me a prisoner.
My grandfather was Coriolanus Snow. The ex-President of Panem.
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I am in the house, alone with only my toddler for company, when it is announced. Coin comes on screen and I immediately want to hurt her. She had no right to take Panem! She has turned the nation into a communist place, combined with a military base. All the changes I would have made have been ignored. Poverty and starvation are still problems. The nation is still divided.
"You're the Phoenix, Nina. You will rise from the ashes one day," Haymitch tells me occasionally.
I never believe him.
I've never been wholly sane since I saw the father of my child decapitated before my eyes.
I stop that line of thought right in its tracks, because the only place that train leads is straight to Drugged-Up-Ville.
I pay attention to Coin's speech instead.
"It has been decreed that in penance for the years of fallen Tributes, the Capitol shall surrender thirty eight young men and thirty eight young women to participate in the final Hunger Games. These seventy-six Tributes will be reaped from the relatives of those who held such great power during the oppression." Coin says, and I'm hanging on her every word.
I know what's coming then. I am President Snow's granddaughter. He held the most power throughout the oppression. Never mind that I have a two-year-old daughter to care for and a man who loves me more than life itself. I am Nina Snow, I am eighteen years old, and it has been decreed that in penance, I must die.
Alma Coin has just signed my death sentence.
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