A/N Hi everyone! Here's the second prologue!

Rani Glyniss, age 28

Gamemaker

I shuffle through the pile of papers on my desk, looking for my mutt design notebook.

I hate doing this, but I don't really have a choice.

So I keep looking for my notebook.

Eventually, I find it, and I start flipping through the blank pages, hoping for inspiration.

Nothing comes to me.

I run my fingers through my sunset-colored hair, starting to feel slightly panicked.

Just then, a young woman walks past with a tray full of coffee cups. I remember that she is one of my interns, although her name escapes me.

"Coffee, Miss Glyniss?" she asks, holding the tray out to me.

She has large, doe-like brown eyes and wispy, white-blond hair. Her skin is very pale, and her face is dusted with gold glitter. Her incredibly long eyelashes are encrusted with tiny, golden jewels, and she has a heart-shaped, golden nose-piercing. She is quite short.

I give her a smile. "Yes, thank you..?"

"Cerena Heavensbee."

"Thank you, Cerena," I say with a smile.

She grins and practically skips away.

I watch her leave, smiling.

So she's Plutarch's daughter.

Ever since I joined the rebellion, I've learned some very interesting things about my fellow Gamemakers.

The most important thing I've learned is that Plutarch is part of the rebellion too.

His entire family is.

Which means that innocent-looking, nineteen-year-old Cerena is actually a rebel.

I smile, and take a sip of my coffee.

Just then, an idea pops into my head and I nearly spill my coffee in my haste to grab my notebook.

I pick up my pencil and quickly begin to sketch, drawing my idea.

Then I head over to the holotable to start the actual process of designing.

I turn to one of the mutt designers. "Go tell Mr Crane that I've got a mutt for him, and he can come and see it whenever he wants."

He nods and runs off. I can't help a small glow of pride as I remember that I'm his boss now.

I'm the boss of everyone in the Mutt Department.

I shake my head to clear it and turn to another mutt designer. "Scan this," I say, putting the drawing down on the holotable.

The woman nods, and scans the drawing.

The mutt pops up on the holotable, and I nod in satisfaction.

This year's Hunger Games will not be easily forgotten.

A/N So that's the second prologue!

I hope you liked it, and please review!