Celestia Snow

President of Panem

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

By Genuive Belict

The Games are getting too predictable, the victor clear from the moment they made their way to the stage. In other words, the games 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. Vesta Harley's takeover as Head Gamemaker added diversity and something new to the games but that only took them so far. The predictable nature of mutts during bloodbaths, natural terrain, and fifth-day feast aren't as exciting as they used to be. Although the 145th Games (Harley's first year as Head Gamemaker) marked the bloodiest and most entertaining Hunger Games in its history, it isn't enough anymore.

Tributes now know what to expect, and the career districts 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 further uprising.

Ever since the failed rebellion started by Katniss Everdeen, the district had been more afraid to act. But it seems like fire is starting again, and President Snow just might end up with the same fate as her Great Grandfather, who took an arrow straight to his heart.

While the Capitol has enjoyed these games, the districts are growing more and more restless. If President Snow wants to remain on the throne, she better step up her games before another uprising sweeps across Panem: and this time it would be her head they want to serve on a silver platter.

A grow escaped Celestia's lips, and she crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it into the fireplace, where the fire swallowed up the paper greedily, until it was nothing more than ashes. She watched it burn with a sense of satisfaction, and looked up to fix her assistant with a crazed look in her eyes.

"Find where this Genuive Belict lives, I want her address on my desk before I get back," Celestia stood up, grabbing her coat as she made her way to the door. Her assistant, a blonde woman whose name Celestia honest to gods could never remember, stood frozen on her spot. Celestia tsked. "Hello? Are you deaf? I don't recall cutting off your tongue, dear."

"Sorry, President Snow. Miss Belict's address will be at your desk by the time you return," her assistant bowed down, and moved hastily towards the door out of the President's office. "Is there anything else I could do for you, President Snow?"

"No, you're free to go, Britney," Celestia waved her hand dismissively. She seemed to have the worst luck when it comes to picking out assistants. They just never understood what she wanted.

"It's Bethany," the girl muttered under her breath, and Celestia blinked.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"No, President Snow. I will get on to the assignment right away," her assistant sped out of the door before Celestia could challenge her further. She sighed, but a visit to Headquarter was absolutely necessary now.

"Those insolent fools really are getting on my nerves," Celestia muttered under her breath, before walking back to her desk and digging for the file that was hidden underneath the mountain of paperwork she was behind on. "Do I really need to do everything myself?"

The Gamemaker's headquarter was located fifteen minutes away from the Presidential Building, and Celestia stormed through the street with a hood above her head and the file clutched tightly to her chest. Gods forbid that her plans get stolen by another fool before she presents it to the gamemakers. Really, at this point they should hire her as the Head Gamemaker, as she seems to be the only one competent enough to come up with new ideas these days. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be the end of the world if she just killed everyone-

"Miss Snow!"

Celestia glanced up in shock as warm green eyes met her ice blue ones. Auburn hair spilled out of the messy buns piled on top of Vesta Harley's hair and Celestia found herself scowling at the older woman. "Do you watch where you're stepping, Vesta, I am still your president and I demand the utmost respect!"

"Where are you hurrying off to, Miss Snow?"

Sometimes Celestia hated that Vesta had seen her grown up, had seen the weak child she was before life made her realize that being weak will get her nowhere. Before she built her reputation up brick by brick till the slight utter of her name had people cowering in fear. She thrived in the fear, as fear made the mind easier to manipulate, made it easier to control. And if there was one thing Celestia Snow loved, it was control.

"I had a file of importance that I must show to the Gamemakers," Celestia stood with her head high. "Those insolent fools are going to get me killed, and if I die, I will take them down with me."

"I am sure it isn't that bad-" Vesta started but Celestia growled and kicked the stone in front of her.

"NOT THAT BAD?! Have you been on the news recently, Vesta? This Genie person seems convinced that I am a failure. That I would die like they killed Great Grandfather Snow all those years ago. THAT WILL NOT BE ME! You hear me, Vesta? THAT. WILL. NOT. BE. ME."

Celestia breathed heavily before storming ahead, with Vesta's footsteps hurrying behind her. "Don't do anything too harsh, Celestia. Think about it."

It was as if Vesta knew her, Celestia thought mirthlessly.

"Harsh and me don't belong in the same sentence," Celestia laughed humorlessly, punching in the password to the Gamemaker's Quarter and storming into the station. Vesta slid in silently behind her.

"Killing the Gamemakers won't help you. This is the best team of Gamemakers I had witnessed in the twenty years I had been part of the creation process, they will get you something amazing. You won't die!" Vesta struggled to follow with Celestia's insane pace. Good.

"I don't need them, I have my own ideas!" Celestia threw open the grand doors to the control room, and a blanket of silence fell upon the gamemakers. Everyone stood up straighter, and a few glanced behind Celestia to an out-of-breath Vesta, who tried her best to offer everyone a calming smile. But there was no calming anyone when the President was in the room with bright eyes and a smirk.

"Hello, incompetent fools," Celestia threw her arms to the air and walked behind every gamemaker, glancing over their shoulders. "Wow, the brightest gamemakers of your age and all I see are the SAME MUTTS!"

A cluster of mutt models fell to the ground, the gamemaker coward.

"ANOTHER NATURAL TERRAIN!"

Another sound of a model hitting the ground echoed the deathly quiet room.

"But don't worry, mommy will save you," Celestia chuckled and climbed atop the central table, where an arena would have sat if they were in the middle of a game. She opened up a file, a colorful detailed drawing of an arena held in her hand. "TA-DA!"

Celestia ruffled into the bag and pulled out more paper. "Here are the detailed notes you will need about every section of the arena. Here are my notes of mutt ideas, you can make them more vicious but no less!"

She dived into her bag again before pulling out a little notecard. "And I had decided to screw the creators, I had made my own twists this year! Isn't that wonderful?"

No one dared utter a word, but Celestia didn't seem bothered as she spun around on the center table. "Bring on the illusions! Bring on the fireworks! They won't know what's real or fake!"

They won't see me coming.

okay, i hope that was to your liking

this will be a partial SYOT so i will only be taking 12 tributes, one from each districts (I will make exception if you ask me about it) since I've learn the hard way that writing a full SYOT is just not my thing but i really wanna create a SYOT cause i have this really awsome arena idea i wanna write about heh

anyways, rules about submission are all on my profile as well as a blog!

next chapter will probably be out sometimes this week :)

leave a review and let me know what you think!

~ kathy