Prologue
A New Start
Myriad opened his eyes, and in that moment he it seemed like he had all the power of the country of Panem in his hands.
He then realized that it was somewhat a true story. Myriad Laurentine Graeme, the president of what used to be the United States of America, was laying in bed, one of the few times he was able to do so. He was only enjoying the few times he had before someone stormed into the room and stole his precious happiness away from him.
Just a few more minutes and then i will want to get up, he thought for himself. Myriad was no man for irresponsibility or laziness, no, he knew what he had to do and always got it done. Even though he would like to live a more calmer life, not related to his assistants and maids who worked for him and by correlation, for the country. Not related to the people who praised him and adored him in the Capitol and the career districts. Not related to the pain that the industrial and outer district offered to the country for the glory of others, no, he wanted to live in a different way.
He often wondered what the life would for the ones who lived in districts like 10, 9 or 7. Sure, he was the one who ruled over all of them, but he wasn´t there by choice. Fate and destiny had worked it up to put him there, somewhere he didn´t belong to, and he felt conflicted about it. Sure, it was nice to help his nation grow bigger and deeper, to serve and be a good citizen, following what they like to say it´s your destiny, but it didn´t feel right. He felt he belonged to woods of district seven, full of peace and clarity that you may never know when it´s sunny or when it´s just your eyes getting brightened by the spirits of the place. He was someone for the large wheat fields of district nine, where he could run around like a child who was carefree and who didn´t have a care in the world, like himself all these years ago. And alongside the cows and horses of ten is where he should be, having a wonderful time playing around with the animals.
But that wouldn´t happen. Not in a long time. Not after all what the districts had put him through. Not after the districts had killed his parents, and had forced him to take a stand against them. Not after he was sought by millions of people from the Capitol, who felt like they needed a leader to strike against the rebels from after the 97th Hunger Games. All the battles and wars that were caused because of a pregnant woman getting reaped into the games, that made the people from the district feel like they finally had a reason, an actual one that could convince capitolians to overthrown their own people.
But they had lost the war. Myriad had caught them, and it was over for them. Just for a tiny mistake, they had revealed their secret position, D13. And we bombed it over, and over and over again. Myriad was proud of it, he had taken revenge on all the people that made him suffer with the losses he had during all of the chaos, and nothing could stop him from executing their small leaders, who had hoped for a chance at freedom
But it was impossible for them to have it all, to have it all their vindictive rituals done and worked out without having another retaliation. So they did the cautious thing, and let two or one live, just the ones less rebellious or more pained, and then did a special games. The 98th, the start of a new era, where they had to do a game for each district. Yeah, now everyone had a victor to be proud of, but they had all suffered equally, and that was enough for Myriad. He didn´t care as long as they suffered for what they had done to him, to his people, to his comrades. Sylvanda, his personal maid, had lost two children in the war, but was still trying to pull it together. Olivine Fervaind, the head gamemaker, had lost a husband to it, and was vicious and revengeful towards the districts, ready to punish them for their crimes. And his own brother, Telon Graeme, had also lost a boyfriend and lover to the scum the districts can be when they want to. Their kids would have one less parent now.
Don´t they see all the suffering they cause towards them, towards the civilized ones, another thought came blowing through the air. And they it went away when Sylvanda showed up at his door, knocking and ready to tell him something, to announce like a bird in the morning sky.
"Sir, Olivine is waiting for you at the head quarters, they are awaiting for a decision about what this year´s punishment should be", she said in a stern but sorrow voice. "What should i tell her and the rest?
Myriad had to put a lot of thought into this decision. For him, and for everyone else, it was the base of the country, about its morals and what he should do about them. Should he continue with the same old twist they have gotten around? Should he change to something more aggressive, or to something more soft and more of the like of the liberals of the world? Should he return to the basis of the what have been doing all these previous years before the Second Dark Days? What should he do?
What should i do?
All he could think of was that boy who had assassinated his mother and his father that sad day, and that it destroying. He certainly looked what a career should look like. He probably had come from a career district, since he did knew how to use a knife. It all still seemed random to this day...
Then, it all hit his mind
"Tell them i have an idea... and if they want to know, they will see it soon", he said with a smirk on his face to prove what he was saying was correct.
They shall not be forgiven, and they will never be
