Celestia Snow, President of Panem

Celestia Snow hummed softly to herself as she tidied up her things in the office. She took a pile of newspaper as she scanned through the top article with a sigh. The problem kept on coming up but yet, she couldn't seem to do anything about it.

Celestia Losing Her Touch, Same Ending As Her Great Grandfather?

By Genuive Belict

Celestia continued to read, her scowl deepening more and more.

The games are too predictable, and boring. In other words, they lack creativity.

Celestia Snow and her team of gamemakers seem to be losing their touch. Nothing new had been presented in the last twenty-five years since she took her mother's throne. The predictable nature of mutts during bloodbaths, natural terrain, and fifth-day feasts aren't as exciting as they used to be. The 105th Hunger Games released mutts seconds after the tributes entered the arena, and it made capitol history as one of the most entertaining Hunger Games. But it isn't enough anymore.

The tributes now know what to expect, and the careers district change up their training to accommodate this new and predictable arena. They are favored by the gamemakers, and few lower districts' tributes are gaining victory. That causes a sense of uneasiness within the district, which may lead to an uprising.

While the Capitol had enjoyed those games, it is becoming tiring. If President Snow wanted to remain on the throne, she better step up her games before another uprising swept across Panem.

Celestia threw the newspaper on the ground in frustration and rage. She stormed out of her office as her avoxes quickly moved out of the way to avoid the enraged president. While she may seem sweet with her long curly blonde hair and sky blue eyes, soft features, and a calming smile, those eyes could be the end of you if you anger her or get in her way of something.

She grabbed her cape hanging on one of the hangers near the front door and she wrapped it around herself, starting to jog slightly, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. The chilly and cool wind calmed her temper a bit and she started to feel the cold against her exposed hands.

Celestia slipped out of the gate protecting the palace as she slipped into one of the empty alleyways, a shortcut to the Gamemakers' office. She didn't give any of her gamemakers a warning as she walked into their twenty stories building. Frustration overtook her again when she saw that the elevator was broken. She kicked the 'DANGER' sign a few times before storming up the stairs toward the top floor.

"Aren't they gamemakers?! Can't they fix a simple elevator? How hard is it to fix a simple elevator, huh?" Celestia grumbled to herself, her anger rising with every flight of stairs she climbed. She was out of breath by the time she reached the top floor.

Without any second to waste, she typed in the password quickly as she started to regain her breath. The door swung open a second later as Celestia walked in and the door shut behind her once more. She goes through a maze of corridors before approaching a glass door at the end of the hall, opening the door and slamming the door hardly behind her, startling a lot of the gamemakers in there.

Serve them right, Celestia thought to herself as she studied each other of the gamemakers with an intense stare, making a lot of them look away. The head gamemaker, Vesta Harley, finally spoke up with a calm tone as part of her dark brown hair fell off the messy bun she put them in. Her warm brown eyes calmed down Celestia a bit. She had always seen Vesta as an aunt she never had.

"What's the problem, Miss Snow?"

"What's the problem?!" Celesita finally exploded as she saw the nearest newspaper, realizing it was the same one she had seen earlier. She held up the newspaper as she showed it to each gamemaker as if she were reading a storybook to a kindergartener, pointing to the big words on top 'Celestia Snow Losing Her Touch, Same Ending As Her Great Grandfather?'.

"DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS?! THE GAMES ARE TOO PREDICTABLE! SO WHAT ARE YOU GUYS STILL SITTING HERE FOR? START GIVING ME NEW IDEAS, DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND DO NOTHING!"

"Calm down-" Vesta started as many other gamemakers backed away from the enraged president, scared of losing their job.

"Don't ask me to calm down, Vesta!" Celestia exclaimed loudly as Vesta sighed.

"I was going to say we have been working on new ideas."

"You have?" Celestia looked surprised as she looked around the room, seeing the others nodding. She narrowed her eyes again. "And why haven't I heard of this?"

"We were going to tell you soon," Vesta spoke up again as Celestia pulled up a chair and sat down on it.

"So, what's the brilliant ideas?"

Vesta raised an eyebrow but indulged the president, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Celestia so that their eyes met. "Illusions, Miss Snow. There will be no telling what's real and what's fake."

hey guys! the ballad of songbird and snakes is tomorrow and i guess i got inspired to write this

you can submit up to 2 tributes and i will take reservation for two weeks. the tribute form is on my profile

i hope you enjoy the prologue so far, i think I'll be writing two more before going into the tributes!

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- kathy