President Leta Shade

"Antonia? I'm ready for him now."

My young assistant darts out of the room to fetch Maximus Kyfall, the Head Gamemaker. Young- younger than most Gamemakers, and the youngest Head Gamemaker ever- but unarguably one of the best. It's a mere two days before the Reapings, so I have summoned him for my annual meeting to discuss the Games. Usually, I want to know about the arena and the traps it might hold. Ideas for mutts, too. His last two games have been spectacular, with original arenas and twists that no-one saw coming. Though in my opinion, it's the tributes that make the Games what they are. If the tributes are too stereotypical or just plain boring, then it doesn't matter if the arena is the best there has been. The games will almost always flop. These past two years, Kyfall has been lucky with his tributes.

There's a knock on the door, and I call, "Enter." As the door opens, I look up from my work. "Ah, Mr Kyfall. Please, take a seat." He does so, and I continue with my work until he says, "Well, I must say, it's an honour to be here, President Shade." I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. I hear almost the exact same words every time anyone comes. Really, it gets boring after a while.

I waste no time getting down to business. "Kyfall, I expect you think you are here to explain your arena to me?"

Promptly, he replies, "I had thought so, yes. After all, it's what you've asked from me for the last two years. If not that, what am I here for?"

One of the reasons I like Kyfall as a person is that he doesn't appear to be frightened of me. Past presidents would have people executed for simply looking at them the wrong way, and unfortunately some people think I would do the same. Not many people would dar to ask me a question without permission.

"I brought you here because I have a proposition for you." I stand up and walk over to the window. It's a lovely day outside, sunny and warm. "Of course, you would know that the first centenary of the Hunger Games is fast approaching us."

"I do know that, and I would be surprised if anyone didn't."

"Your Games have been nothing short of spectacular so far. I believe that you could possibly- only possibly, mind you- be good enough to be the Head Gamemaker for the 100th Hunger Games." He doesn't say anything, so I continue speaking. "But in order to be able to know for sure, I feel that I need to watch this Games with no idea what may happen. If I like it enough, I would pick you to be the Head."

Immediately, he picks up on my choice of words. "Pick me? Who else would you pick?"

I turn to face him. "After this year, you will have to step down for two years and be a normal Gamemaker. I would like to trial two others."

His voice betrays no emotion. "Who?"

"Your predecessor, Roman Ignis. His games were also excellent. And my niece, Ophelia. I feel she would be a good fit for the role of Head Gamemaker."

"I would agree with both of those. Roman is a friend, and a far better Head than me. He only stopped because of health problems. Ophelia's only worked on the games for three years, and is already a senior Gamemaker."

I feel a surge of relief. "Then you accept my offer?"

He gets up, ready to leave. "I do. As for these Hunger Games..." He gives a short laugh. "I can assure you, President Shade, that they will not disappoint."

I return to my desk. "I hope they don't. You may leave, Kyfall."

Hey there! Thanks for deciding to read my SYOT. It's the first one I've written, and I'm actually really excited to start. If you would like to submit tributes, the form is in my bio, please send them by PM. You can submit up to three. I will operate on a first come, first served basis. If you would like to reserve a tribute, then PM me. A reservation will hold for 72 hours, so that's three days.

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