Christmas Eve. 96 ADD


In less than a year, the Hunger Games were going to become 97 Years old. In the Capitol, this would usually be met with excitement and even if you really didn't care for the games, you would be at least interested. However, for some reason it wasn't like that this year.

The President sighed as he stared out the window to his palace. Even though it wasn't even near night time, it was dark outside. The young President was going over everything that had happened ever since he was elected the replacement for President Snow.

From a young age, he'd been interested in the politics in Panem and even before he turned 18, many unanimously wanted him to be snows replacement once he either retired or passed on. By the time he was 17, President Snow was already planning on passing his power onto this young boy and he secretly, he was in a relationship with his daughter. While Ramia was interested in being President of Panem... He doubted he'd be able to do the job as well as his predecessor. In fact, their were rumors going around that a war with the Districts was about to begin and Snow managed to do everything in his power to stop it, even before it could begin.

Though not too long after the 78th Hunger Games, Snow was showing signs of sickness... And he had no choice but to retire. Soon, he entrusted his power to the young man and well, now he was President. Snow passed away barely a year later and he had officially become the leader of Panem.

He didn't feel like it though. Almost everywhere, he had critics. Most of them said the same things...

"He's too soft."

"He doesn't punish the Districts enough."

"He's too lenient."

"I wouldn't be surprised if we have a second rebellion in less than 5 years."

Almost everybody in the Panem political system hated his guts. A lot of the Districts hated him a lot more than they hated Snow.

Ramia always believed that doubting himself would only hold him back from doing his job when he was younger, but now he was REALLY questioning whether he was going to be the end of Panem. The 96th Games had officially been a sign of possible rebellion. District 5 wasn't a very rebellious District. Yes, they could be dangerous at times but they weren't 1, 2, 4 or even 3 level.

Still though, they usually had more care than some of the other Districts. They were always the quiet ones. That was until recently. Both District 5 tributes of the 96th Games made it to the end and attempted suicide in order to prevent a victor. Thankfully, it was shut down by one of our head gamemakers as he saw right through their plan.

Just another issue was beginning to rear its head. How will the other Districts respond to it? Will they also try similar things?

At this point, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice his daughter walking into the room. "You're always in here thinking. Everybody's been looking for you." She walked in, giving a confused look.

Ramia continued looking through the window. "I'm kind of busy..." He sighed as it continued snowing.

"On Christmas Eve? You have no time for your family?" She reminded him of the date and time.

Ramia turned around in his chair. "Oh right. I-I hadn't been... Ugh. I'm just so distracted." He scratched his jet black hair, giving a smile to his daughter.

She smiled back and he followed her to the living room. In the living room stood his wife and other child, an 19 year old boy.

"Finally!" His wife stood up from the couch, happy that her husband had showed up. His son only took a glance before rolling his eyes and going back to watching TV.

Ramia sighed seeing his son. Frigus resented his father. Probably because of the lack of time he's spent with his family even if they live under the same roof. "So. How long you staying?" Frigus asked his dad who only gave a baffled look.

"... As long as you need me I guess." He assured his son.

Frigus responded with a face that could only say 'you cannot be serious, right?'.

Amelia waved over to her husband. "Come on. Sit down with us and watch the special." She moved over, making room for him.

The President sat down and began watching the Annual Panem Special. It aired every year on Christmas Eve and if you lived in the Capitol you'd probably seen it at least twice in your life.

The story was extremely simple. A man and a woman meet up, they become close and want to become closer. However, their parents would rather them not be together but eventually in the end after a long struggle they come together anyways. That's the outline anyways. It's actually an old propaganda film considering it involves a dramatic hypothetical war battle between the Capitol and a lot of the Districts.

"You know. I've always questioned whether the District 12 girl really deserved to die like that. I mean..." Luceat admitted while they silently watched the special.

Amelia turned and smiled at her daughter. "Considering what the Districts do in the special. Maybe, maybe not." She scratched her head.

"That is why we have things like the Hunger Games after all Luceat. Trust me, if anything they deserve it." He slouched back.

While Frigus wasn't exactly into politics or anything, he knew it was obvious that his father was far too lenient on the Districts. This leniency would cause Panem to implode on itself. And father isn't doing a damn thing about it...

Ramia thought on it for a moment. He had never questioned the games before. They were just apart of the Districts as they were the Capitol. It kept the Districts in check and considering there had already been 96 Games he didn't doubt they'd go on forever.

The special was already entering the climax portion. The moment in which the Capitol manage to fight back against District 1 and 5 and begin to win against the Capitol again. The main characters finally decide that they are meant for each other even if they have their differences and issues. It's sappy and cheesy for current standards but hey, at least it's memorable and even breath taking in some cases.

One of the more memorable scenes included the Capitol under attack by Districts 1, 5 and 6. People being shot down. Bodies everywhere. People running for their lives. It makes practically every Capitol viewer cringe. But for some reason... This year it was making the President anxious.

He was going to have to deal with fact that this could happen in his lifetime. He could be completely responsible for failing his people and family.

Family...

He looked over at his son, daughter and wife. If he didn't do something about a possible uprising... What would become of them? He stood up and walked away from the cough. His wife gave a concerned look. "W-Where are you going now?" She asked.

"I... I have something I forgot to finish earlier. I'll be back in an hour or so." He lied, heading off from the cough and out the door.

Frigus sighed and looked over at his mother. "I doubt he actually cares."


Well... This is probably going to be lowest quality this story gets for the most part but... Yeah. Third prologue just to establish our current new President, his family and the mood in the Capitol. [Oh, and maybe to get people to remember this story exists XD]. It was a little rushed but overall I don't think it was too bad.

Anyways, i've already gotten to work on a few of the reaping chapters. District 4 is probably going to be up first since I've basically completed that one already and I've been in and out with 5 and 2. Testing kind of got in the way of finishing things up but if I get a few lower District tributes submitted then expect at least 2 of the reaping chapters by the end of the month... Hopefully...

Interesting thing about this. A lot of the names are actually Latin instead of Greek like in the original just because I suck with coming up with Greek names. Let's just say it's a trend and pretend I'm not lazy, K?

(Also yes, the Christmas special is a war-romance movie... Don't ask me how this works at all *Sits down and questions own thought process*)