Here it is: the Capitol State of Panem. I always had mixed feelings for his place. On one hand, it is a gorgeous place and the food is said to be delicious. On the other hand the citizens are jerks and dress up like carnival rejects. Even the children are like that. If anything, they dress more ridiculously. Only those that are in power dress normally. Anyway, I digress. We get to the Tribute Train Station and take the route that immediately went to the Training Tower.

'There are thirteen floors, excluding the ground floor.' Effie explains, 'The floor above this one is the Training room where you will be tested and graded by the gamemakers. The twelve floors above that are resting above that floor are rooms for the tributes, two per floor, one floor per district. You will be on the eighth floor since you are from District 7.'

We get to the reception and both I and John get injected with trackers, which check you to see if you are dead or alive, mainly the former. Effie gets us in the elevator and we go to the eighth floor. We get a decent view of the CSoP as well as some luxuries. There are three beds: one for me, one for John, and one for Blight.

'Oh, look.' Effie says, 'The Avox has already set up the table for us to dine on our meals.'

'I have a question.' I ask, 'Who is going to escort the other tributes to the other tribute floors?'

'My identical dodeclets, all named Effie.'

'Effie came from a ridiculously rich family.' Blight says, 'They had enough resources to not only raise dodeclets, but pay equal attention to the children, all named Effie because their mother had ADD.'

'That's confusing.'

'One in a trillion chance, that was. My mother was very caring of us. It was sad when she died of Alzheimer's. Anyway, your meals.'

The poor Avox is acting polite, but I know he has to act polite because he could be executed for trying to express actual emotions because he is a slave. We sit down on the table and get served with Japanese spider crabs, sextuple chocolate cookies, dragon fruits... And no salted moss.

'Hey, Effie!' I say, 'Where is the salted moss? That tastes surprisingly good.'

'I didn't choose those dishes.' Effie replies, 'John did. The male tribute gets to choose the food.'

John, you conniver. I want to kill him for being like "ME, ME, ME!" and ignored what I eat. He probably did that because he thought "slummies" ate dirt, and hey, that's inedible, so "slummies" eat practically nothing! Ugh! I try the other stuff, but I am so used to salted moss that my taste buds became oversensitive, making things either too sweet, too salty, too sour, too bitter, or too meaty. I think I should be grateful because at least I'm not eating "slummie" food. Then again, different people, different tastes. The feast ends and Blight takes us to the television and shows us the competition we have to face.

Blight starts.

'These are Cariah Bradleigh and Kaleb Broom from District 1. Both are Careers, but had different classes. Kaleb is a swordsman whilst Cariah is an archer. They will compliment each other very well.'

Oh God. Careers. Careers are tributes from Districts 1, 2 and 4 that are trained in an academy designed to prepare for the Games. As a result, they normally get victory by taking up to slaughter all the other tributes and then fighting each other to the death. I think the only winner at this point from either of those districts that wasn't a Career was District 2's Enobarra Cuder six years ago, but that was because she ripped their throats out with her sharpened teeth. Speaking of District 2...

'These are Jennifer Stone and Carl Brixton from District 2. Strong sumbitches they are. They may provide the muscle for the Careers, especially Miss Stone over here.'

Mother of the gods! She's a teenager and has muscles like a bodybuilder.

'District 3's Ebony and Louis Locke are siblings and highly intelligent. Be warned, especially if there is electricity on the field.'

District 3 is known as the district of electric power, so I am not surprised that their tributes are smart as hell and may use electricity or even their thoughts as weaponry.

'The last Careers I want to mention are Sal Monelle and Ian Loxman. Great swimmers and scouts, they are. They are not that bright, though, and are dependent on other Careers.'

They'll probably be the easiest to take out so far, but we will see.

'District 5 has Lori Newton and Albert Bronson. They won't be easy to kill because they are swift.'

We'll try to avoid them, then.

'District 6 has Marina Udfish and Bjorn Ormsson. These are Swedish immigrants that are used to colder arenas and are masters of disguise.'

Sweden, along with the rest of Europe, survived the Great Flood of 992 B.D.D. due to them not suffering as much of an overpopulation problem as well as better flood protection. Europe became Great Scandinavia due to Sweden regaining power. Two people from a powerful continent can kinda be frightening.

'There is us from District 7, of course.'

Of course.

'District 8's Ginny Ross and Frank Lynne can make fabrics out of anything, even stone, so they can make armoured clothing.'

District 8 IS the district of textiles, so I am not surprised that they could use that to their advantage.

'District 9. Don't mess with them. They are absolutely crazy, especially Ronald Grainer and Dana DePrue. The district of grain can be nuts at times due to neglect from the Capitol.'

Yup. He is right. They even have their own nicknames: Crazies.

'The easiest to take out are District 10's Adam Marth and Kaylee Lewis. They have no exceptional qualities whatsoever.'

Best to take them out first, then.

'District 11's Abigail Carlson and Ahab Broone will make sure to ration their food to survive.'

Okay.

'Finally, we have Brandine June and James Cole. They come from District 12, the poorest district. They will have struggles with alliances because of the district's infamy.'

They seem kind. Maybe allying with them may help out with my plan of pretending to be weak.

'These are all the tributes participating in this year's Games. We got a whole fortnight to practice, so let's take advantage of it, starting tomorrow.'

We all go to bed and rest, saving our energy for practice.

In my dream, I see a woman with a bow and arrow and a braid in her brown hair. She is standing besides me like I am a friend of hers.

'Hey, Johanna.' She says, 'I haven't seen you in ages. Well, not since President Snow's downfall at least.'

President Snow? I know that he'll have to die for him to have his downfall.

'I'm sorry,' I say confused, 'but who are you again?'

'Come on, Johanna. It's me, Katniss.'

'Oh, hi... Katniss.'

'Hmmm... You look like a younger version of the Johanna I know. This must be an anomaly in time.'

'Wait, do you mean time travel actually exists?'

'Yeah. Since 84 A.D.D., actually. That also means that rips in time exist.'

'Okay, I'm out!'

'Wait! You're the woman who will prove time travel is possible.'

'What? Katniss, could you explai-'