Chapter 1: Prologue & SYOT Form

President Snow was sitting in his study, stretching out his back. At the age of sixty-three, his hockey days were definitely behind him. Now, his white rose resting on his left breast, he was waiting for the new Head Gamemaker to come in.

Finally, Head Gamemaker Johan Bainbridge came in. He was in his usual red-and-black suit, and was ready to tell him the news. "The arena is fully complete" he said.

"Excellent" Snow said.

"We're going to reap the tributes, train them and all that jazz, and then we'll be starting the Games!" Bainbridge said excitedly. Snow couldn't blame him. The Games excited him, too, although he tried not to let it show. As the president of Panem, he couldn't afford to show too much emotion. He didn't want to make people see him as another human being. He always had to look intimidating.

"Can you tell me about the arena, Head Gamemaker Bainbridge?" Snow asked.

"Nope. Surprise".

"Okay, Head Gamemaker Bainbridge. I'll see you when the Games start. Good-bye".

"Bye".

With that, Johan Bainbridge left the room. Snow looked at the tribute list.

Hopefully, these Games will be good, Snow said. Or else, Johan Bainbridge is dead.