The Capitol of Panem

Head Game Maker Adrienne Grace Magnus

Age 23

New Head Game Maker of the One Hundredth and Twenty Fifth Annual Hunger Games.

To; President Augustus Nero

To; Head Game Maker Adrienne Magnus

Dear Miss Adrienne Magnus,

In preparation for the upcoming Quell, we have selected the card from the Game's Vault. I believe it is safe to say that this Quell will be like one we have never seen before and people should be pleasantly surprised at what this year will be. The Card reads as followed;

"To show that even if your parent or family relative won the Hunger Games, if doesn't always means youre truly safe from getting reaped as well. This year, for the One Hundred and Twenty Fifth Quarter Quell, the tributes that shall be reaped will be a relative of a past victor. No one is ever really safe from the Capitol and the Games after all. "

A new registry will be introduced and people now eligible will be added to it. I hope by sending you this information as soon as possible, it will allow you and your Game makers to start to get Arena Ideas together. This year will be our finest year yet, and I cannot wait to see what you make as the arena for your first Games in charge.

Feel free to share this with your father only my dear.

Yours always,

President Augustus Nero.

Leaning back, the female let out a breath and smiled. This was like nothing she would have assumed. Never before had they changed the age range like this. How the people of Panem would get the shock of their lives when the Quell was revealed.

It would show and instill in them that you're never truly safe from the Hunger Games or the Capitol.

Letting out a laugh, the Head Game Maker turned back to the screen in front of her, pulling up the holo drawing board, ideas already floating around in her head. This arena would need to be better than all the ones created by those that came before her.

Luckily, she still had her father, Roman Magnus who took over for Selenium Marco after the One Hundredth Hunger Games. He had retired after last year's games and named her his successor. One that she took with pride and honor.

To fail him would hurt her more than failing President Nero.

Fiddling with the pen in her hand, she took a swig of scotch and set it back down. Picking up her phone, she dialed her father's number.

"My darling, what brings you to call me at ten at night?"

Glancing at the clock, she winced. Her father was always asleep by now.

"Sorry dad, I forgot."

"It's alright, but what's the reasoning behind this late night call? Does it have to deal with the Games?"

"It does!" She couldn't contain the excitement in her words. "President Nero sent over the information on what the Quell will be, it says and I quote, 'To show that even if your parent or family relative won the Hunger Games, if doesn't always means youre truly safe from getting reaped as well. This year, for the One Hundred and Twenty Fifth Quarter Quell, the tributes that shall be reaped will be a relative of a past victor. No one is ever really safe from the Capitol and the Games after all. ' "

"How exciting! I'm sure this means that your arena idea will need to be replaced?"

Adrienne scoffed and rolled her eyes."You underestimate me Father. No, it will not need to be replaced. I just need to do some editing for it to be to the new standards for this year." Her shoulders shrugged, taking another drink.

"I have some things to send back about the idea you gave me a couple weeks ago. Maybe that will help with the redesigning of certain aspects of it."

"Thanks dad, I knew I could count on you. I'm sorry to wake you up."

"I did train you for this moment my little dove, and it's no big deal. Get to work on it and send it back to me when you have it done."

"I will."

Hanging up her phone, she moved back to the screen, resting her chin on her hands for a moment.

What could she do to make this the best arena Panem had ever seen?

Tapping her fingers, she turned to the outline she had drawn up and brought up her father's review of it. A few pages in, it clicked.

She knew what she would do.

This arena would be the greatest invention of her lifetime and she would try her damn best to make it memorable.

Sliding her father's review away, she turned on the radio and got to work.

Happy Hunger Games indeed.

May the Odds be ever in your favor.

Or not.

and welcome back to another nova syot. i am super excited to delve into this verse and what all will hapen during it. tribute submissions are currently open, and i hope to have them filled by the end of the year at the latest. multiple people can submit for the same spot but i will be choosing the tribute that i feel that i can work with best during it. also if you submit three tributes, one must be a bloodbath tribute. i hope you all enjoyed the chosen and hopefully are looking forward to this fanfic as much as i am.

to those just finding this fic for the first time, hello hello, im nova. ive been a fanfiction writer for the last ten years and just finished my first syot fic. while you dont exactly need to read the chosen to understand this one, it might help out as you might see a couple characters from that fic in this upcoming one.

as always, leave your thoughts in the reviews.

all my love,

nova xx