I hope this will be a fun story for everyone to read! I promise to write this as best as I can… which is hopefully good.
Chapter lengths will vary depending on what kind, but these are my estimates:
Prolouges- about 600
Reapings- about 2,000
Capitol chapters- about 2,000
Game chapters- between 1,000 to 2,500
~President Terra~
"Guys, quiet down. I know the games aren't exactly perfect this year, but I think I've found a way to make it more interesting…" I sigh, then click a button on the remote I hold in my hand.
A screen rolls down out of the ceiling, and a picture of a scared face shows up. He has a gag in his mouth, and his hands are tied behind his back. Only… this isn't a normal person. When it scrolls out to his legs… his furry legs… are tied together as well, and his hooves (hooves?! What?!) are cuffed into iron vases to keep him from damaging anything or anyone. A peacekeeper walks over, takes his helmet off, and cuts the gag out of the satyr's mouth.
"I ask you again, where is the camp?" the peacekeeper gruffly asks.
The satyr shakes his head. "I cannot tell you."
I look at the crowd still gathered. Their mouths are open wide in shock.
I nod, and click over to the next live camera feed. Another man with goat hooves is tied up, except he looks different… more calm. The faun has his gag taken out, and this time, a female peacekeeper interrogates him.
"I know you are from a camp of powerful children. Where is this camp?"
"Ah, a daughter of Venus (Aphrodite). Ma'am, as much as I'd love to show you, I am strictly ordered not to. Your charmspeak does not work on me."
She growls. "I am no child of your… planet. That's impossible. Planets don't have children."
"Ah, but you are mistaken. Venus is the Roman goddess of love and beauty. She is not a planet ma'am."
"Impossible. My mother died when I was born."
"Is there any proof?" the faun raises his eyebrows.
The peacekeeper widens her eyes. "N- no... But my father…" she stutters.
"Zip it. No proof means she must be. Ma'am, I can tell whose parents are who. Your mother is Venus; don't try to say it's not."
The peacekeeper charges at the faun, puts her gun to his head, and using as much charmspeak as she can possibly muster, says, "Show me where the fucking camp is."
The faun giggles. "Yes ma'am, right away." His vase-free hooves start walking, and the peacekeeper starts to follow him when another male peacekeeper steps up.
"Grisla, he said you were one of them. You must come with me." He grabs her hand, but she pulls back.
"No way, bitch!" she grabs his arm, and ninja-flips him over her shoulder. She dusts off her hands, then follows the faun off screen.
I turn back and flip off the screen, sending it back into the ceiling. "We have discovered two camps, one Greek one Roman, filled with powerful individuals who call themselves, 'Demigods'. They are extremely dangerous, and we are trying to take every one into custody at the moment. The kids claim they are children of made-up Gods and Goddesses, only they think the Gods are real."
One of the people gathered raises his hand. I call on him. "When will we have them detained?"
"The games are in just over one month from now, and the Victory tour is just wrapping up. We expect to have both camps by a couple weeks before the reapings commence." I happen to leave out, 'If all goes to plan.'