Hera Iode, 38 years old, Emcee & Interviewer

The main theater begins to fill almost simultaneously with the president's arrival. Even if I am the main news deliverer to the Capitol, President Sleet has taken the role many decades ago, and she absolutely loves to address the capitol in this way. I am forced to step down after a momentary introduction, but let the audience know who's hosting today.

"Let's give a warm welcome and ravenous applause to our great leader, and dear president, Corrina Sleet!" I shout as my superior moves down the massive flight of stairs to the main stage. We shake hands firmly before pulling into a platonic hug, and I move to the offstage section, getting a hug from Jupiter and sitting next to the six main gamemakers of this year's Hunger Games.

I turn to the stage in shock as I finally comprehend what the president happens to be wearing-and the only sentence that I can think of to describe it "Damn...what?"

As her wings behind her flutter, the music slowly swells to the main anthem. She grabs onto her hat and begins to play with the audience. The approval rates are infinitely many times higher than President Snow at his peak, and she has staunch supporters even in the lower Districts. Of course, they still hate us but a 35% approval rating would be better than a .05% approval rating.

"Thank you, Thank you," she says at the end of one lengthy spiel. Jupiter puts his hand in mine and rests his head on my shoulder guards. "Thank you for tuning in for my second quarter quell presentation. Of our 151 victors, only 6 have come out of such harrowing circumstances of previous quarter quells. Maury Everickson of District 9, Haymitch Abernathy of District 12, Donnabella Firest of District 11, the lethal youth team of Roryd Sakon of District 6 and Lilian Perad of District 12, and most recently, Avril Vorell of District 7."

"They haven't ever been careers," my husband duly notes. "I like careers." His simple speech is a definite sign of drunkenness but I'm sure to join him in the aftermath afterward. I caress his spiked green hair as he lolls in his sleep.

"On this landmark occasion, I'd like to draw attention to the often unmentioned characters of the 149 years of Hunger Games-the Districts," the president speaks up. The Capitol I know is restless but they always wait patiently for President Sleet. She begins a speech on the first 12 Districts and includes the 'Destroyed' District 13.

District 1 starts off her speech and she proclaims it to be one of the legendary career Districts, the weakest of the trio between Districts 1, 2, and 4, but a dazzling city gleaming on a series of hills and valleys. It's one of the three classic careers and always a favorite.

Sleet proclaims that District 2 has also been a longstanding favorite, as consistent of the mountains that border the District. With the most victors of Panem-including the very first, their tributes are strong, bold, and honorable, something that the Capitol always loves.

She calls District 3 a subtle threat, with always intelligent and unpredictable tributes, rarely growing strong but always growing smart. If there's one thing to look out for from the District, it's intelligence.

From District 4, Sleet calls the District a waterside paradise. It's the second most prosperous District career wise and home to many legends, time will tell if any of the fishermen would be able to prove their mettle in the harshness of the quarter quell.

District 5 is described as a quaint and essential District, having their favorites certain years and still proving respectable even in years when they fall flat. Though smart like District 3, these tributes are also strong enough to fight honorably.

Even though District 6 may be tied with the least amount of victors, times have been changing for the transporting District ever since a legendary victory in the second to last quarter quell. Ever since him, the tributes have just been getting stronger and stronger and will be one to look out for.

District 7 brings us to one of the traditional underdog Districts and the most powerful of the underdog trios. They find themselves in the career pack often and have been noble axemen and women with a variety of unpredictable strategies, definitely a power to look out for.

While one may not expect a threat from the admittedly rebellious and crowded District of District 8, Sleet describes the District as the dividing line between the weak and the strong, with lucky victors hardened from tough conditions of the street.

The endless fields of District 9 not only cultivate the necessary grain for our favorite pieces of bread but also surprisingly tough fighters. It's a roaring sea of amber that is lucky enough to produce several fires of its own that are tough in the arena.

From District 10 come underestimated and subtle fighters, fighting boldly, and always producing such interesting results. They're great fighters and a valued part of the Hunger Games, not ones to be missed for the near future.

District 11 is the agricultural backbone of much of Panem, feeding not just the Capitol, but all of the Districts. Due to bearing such a massive load for all of Panem's citizens, their children grow valued and strong, an integral part of Panem

While much of history has seen District 12 as the weakest in all of Panem, a victor in recent years just may shift the times. District 12 has had victors of revolutionary Hunger Games before and this year could be their chance.

There's thundering applause after her lengthy speech and it only dies down as she holds up her dainty but powerful right hand. "We cannot forget about the value that one of our legacies has left us," President Sleet begins to say.

"The world of District 13 is the furthest from the Capitol yet. From our sprawling surface megalopolis to the underground complex that makes up much of the District, it was our strangest asset of Panem. Graphite in our lubricants, writing utensils, and foundry molds for various Districts hailed from this District. Until it's destruction to end the infamous dark days."

"Or so we thought," Sleet adds. She gains the attention of the hundreds of dozens in the audience and continues. "Under our noses, District 13 has been thriving, mobile, and ready to join our lovely nation when the time comes. The time has in fact arrived."

The national anthem of Panem, a tune ingrained in many of our heads, plays loudly as one of her grandchildren, a pristinely dressed six-year-old boy going by Hadrinus Sportacus, walks up with the ceremonial box. "In reconnaissance of the fact that several materials were not readily available certain days of the tumultuous dark days, certain areas of the arena, certain medicines, and certain weapons shall be unable to be used for each alternating day in the arena. And in light of recent events, a more permanent twist shall be added. As a sign that the Capitol is able to allow the Districts to recover even in the midsts of tragedy, District 13 shall become a full fledged District of Panem once more, and shall have their tributes now participate in the annual hunger games. Thank you, Panem."

She walks off stage into her personal squadron of peacekeepers who swarm around her. Several news networks have their cameras abuzz and are currently interviewing some of the starlet elites. The broadcast of the Quarter Quell announcement is sure to make its way along the airways, and surely I have to reel in such a rowdy audience. "What a great night this is so far Panem," I say over voice over. I can only hope as I replay this night's broadcast that the tremble from this announcement can't be heard.

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I know this chapter wasn't as good as the last one, but I hope that you got a good sense of world building from it. More or less, the victors who have appeared in ACAH will also be the same in this Quarter Quell fanfiction. So there's the twist, and I hope it's a good enough one for all of you. Thanks for reading, and let me know how I did via reviews, and be sure to follow. Maybe they'll amount to sponsorships.

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