I'm going to try and finish this tonight.

I want to start Reign, and I want to wrap this up.

I'm sad that this universe is ending, but I'm glad for the completion of it.

So kick back, I'm going to grab some tissues while I write this, and hopefully, you've enjoyed it.


Rachel Callowgwey, 21

President of Panem


I have never been more nervous than I am right now stepping into the room of investors for the city. They sit there with their unimpressed looks on their face as I stand at the front of the table. Chanel sits at the opposite end ready to step in with damage control if I need it.

The narrow and cruel eyes of McCadams Forrester stare at me from his seat at the table. His colleagues all stand there looking back and forth as they wait for someone to say something. Right as I'm about to speak, McCadams begins to talk.

"Ms. Callowgwey, this has been a very messy situation that you've left us in. We are unsure if you're suited to run this country after all the turmoil that you've caused. There has been a very vocal and apparent uprising and-" McCadams begins

"You're right," I say.

"He's what?" asks Chanel

"I'm what?" he asks me confused.

"You're right. Because this the truth is this is too much power for one person. It's been 300 years of the same thing. Same Games, same people in power, same people starving and hurting. There's too much power for one person, and because of that the spot I'm in looks desireable. There are some changes that we need to make if we want this to be an effective country. There's a lot that we have to do."

"And why should we listen to you, Miss Callowgwey? As I just stated, and you stated, this seems to be too much for you."

I nod my head in agreement. The truth is he's right. I would love not to be President. Not because I'm not capable, but because my heart just isn't in it. I, however, see myself as the only person who will see my vision through, and if I don't change it, then who would be the one to do so? This is a step that I have to take. It's my responsibility at this point.

"Because what we are doing now is getting old. And obviously, there is a serious revamping needed if we expect this to last. Our country can't keep surviving uprising after uprising. I want there to be peace, and there are certain things that we in the Capitol are going to have to change to achieve that."

"Such as?" asks a woman with a pointed nose. I've never bothered to ask her name because she's always been consistently quiet. She clears her throat and stands up. "Ms. Callowgwey, I know that you're young, and you see things a bit different than the rest of us. However, what you're trying to do is simply too much. There is no way that we will be able to change our dynamics at this point. 300 years is a long time to have things in place and to just uproot everything-"

"That's the thing, Oldielocks," says Chanel stepping in. "Something isn't working. That's apparent in the way things have been. Everyone in this room knows that change has to be made. The question is, are you going to be the one to help push it along, or are you going to be the one to get in the way?"

"Did you just call me Oldielocks?" the woman asks looking at each of the other people at the table, including myself. I can't help but crack a smile. It's classic Chanel.

"Missing the point. Rachel has a vision. She doesn't want the Presidency. That's physically noticeable. I think that is what makes her the best candidate for re-election. Yes," she says seeing the look of terror on the council's face when she speaks. "I said election. It's time that we start taking care of our people. There are some things we need to do."

She nods at me, and I pull out a list. It's a lot of things to change, but tackling these things slowly one by one will make for a stronger Panem. "The first thing we need to do is hold an election. We need to have a record of everyone in Panem, not just the kids. I think that if we have the voting limit set at 18 like they did in America, that would be the best way to do this. We could use computers, and that way once someone has voted one time they're done." I say. "We open the election to anyone who wants to run, but we also need to figure out certain regulations to go by. That way we don't end up with a 16-year-old leader." I say.

Chanel and I bounce off one another well as we continue to spout our ideas off to the council. They look apprehensive, but they're taking everything in with a grain of salt at least, and that's all we really could have asked for. Once we break down what we want to change I look at McCadams and he clears his throat.

"Ms. Callowgwey," he begins. His voice sounds harsh and angry, and I feel like he's about to tell me this is ludicrous. "We would be honored to serve under you. I think we can all agree that we see the change coming as well. It's time we get with the times."

"That's the spirit! Oldielocks, get behind McCadams. He knows what's good!" says Chanel with a smile.


-1 week later-


Chanel Lourd, 20

Vice President of Panem


Everyone has been waiting for Rachel and me to address what's going on. It's been a hectic week in the Capitol. We are all struggling to get things up and running, but today is a day of celebration. Today is the day we announce to the people of Panem their new rights.

Surprise! You have some now!

The media is crowded around our stage as we walk up the stairs. Required viewing for today has been mandated, but this is the last time we will ever make that call. Because today we free our people. Rachel has never been one to make public speeches. So when she asked me to do the statement for the press conference, I wasn't surprised. It's how we have always operated. She tells me what she wants to happen, and I make it happen. It doesn't mean I'm not nervous though. This is a lot of change to throw on people.

"Hello, Citizens of Panem," I say into the microphone. All the chatter in the audience dies down, and I can see all the camera flashes as Rachel, and I stand in front of the podium. I reach for Rachel's hand and squeeze, and she squeezes back. We take a glance at each other and see she's just as nervous as I am as I take a breath and continue talking.

"It's been a busy week for us in Panem. There's been a lot of talk about what is going to happen after Obsidian and his sister attacked the Capitol. I've heard the rumors just like the rest of you, but today we are putting those to bed."

It's so quiet in this press conference you could hear a pin drop. Each of the reporter's eyes is wide with excitement as they whip out their recording devices and hold onto every word I'm saying.

"We would first like to announce that for the first time in the History of Panem, we are opening the walls of each District." There is an audible gasp from the reporters as camera flashes fill the room. If this surprised them, they're not ready for the rest of what's coming. "We are now making it legal to travel in between the Districts. We will be meeting with the Mayor's of each District to go over specifics of how this will work. Each District will have its laws, but also still follow the laws of the Capitol. There will not be mixed currencies so that we will stick to the Capitol currency, and traveling does not require paperwork."

"The next thing we are going to address is that we will now be holding nominations for the seat of the Presidency." A reporter falls over in shock upon hearing this and is quickly stepped over by the reporters that were behind her. "Every eight years we will have a re-election. There will be a nominee from each District chosen by the people. They will run for office, and each person above the age of 18 will have one vote. The person with the most votes will become President of Panem, with the vice president of their choosing. The other 12, because we are including the Capitol, will make up what we are going to call The Assembly. They are the ones that will keep the President in line and will check the powers that she or he demonstrates while in office. For this first election, the Mayors of each District will serve as the nominees. Rachel and I are officially announcing our run for office as well."

Rachel looks at me and motions for her to take the microphone. I smile at her as she steps infront of me. She clears her throat and with a huge smile on her face begins to speak. "It is also with great pleasure that I announce that the Hunger Games is officially over!"

Everyone cheers in the room, and I swear I could hear the people of the Districts with how loud everything was. We smile as we step aside, and reveal a giant screen. One by one we switch to each District having their fence torn down. People are running past the gate dancing and spinning around with their families and friends. People are climbing trees, and some are on the floor crying.

Reporters are screaming questions in our faces, but I'm not able to focus on any of that. For the first time in a long time, I feel truly good about what is happening, and the future looks bright for everyone in our country.

"To a new world," I say extending my hand to her.

"We have a lot more work to do before we can officially say that," she says.

"But we're one step closer," I say with my hand still extended.

She shoves my hand down and wraps me in a hug. "I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you for all your help."

We turn and walk off the stage not wanting to take questions as we walk out of the auditorium and towards the limo that's waiting for us outside. Reporters are running after us, but we continue to ignore them as we close the door, and the driver begins to take us out of the long parking lot.

"I wonder how Oldielocks is doing," I say looking at Rachel with a wide grin.

She laughs and then rolls her eyes at me. "Probably dying from confusion right about now. Change is happening, and you know how old people are with change."

"Yeah," I say, "But I still want to fix her hair. It's damaged as I'll get out."

We continue to laugh as the car drives towards the mansion of the President and the gates open. It pulls up to the front, and he quickly opens the door to let us out of the car. We walk up to the front doors of the mansion and are greeted by the staff in the house, and they smile.

"Let's go people!" says Rachel with an excited tone, "We have a lot of work to do!"

Well, that's it. I'll have the epilogue up within the hour. I hope you guys liked this story/series. I'm sad it's over, and I'll always love these characters, but it was time.

Still taking submissions for Reign. I think my deadline is going to be December 1st. I'm sitting at 20 submissions, which isn't bad for one chapter, so thanks, guys.

Keep it classy,

Caleb