A letter popped up as I opened up the mail box. There are rarely letters in the box, but whenever they came, they came with a bad news. Most of the time it would be some promotional offers. But the main reason for me hating letters is the letter which took my dad away from me.

When I was 8 my dad had to shift to another country on the demand of my dad's company, enforced on that he alone had to shift to another country. I remember his face when I saw my dad for the last time. Many people including mom said that I would be my dad's stunt doubles, and I agreed on it we both had same long red hairs, same dark back eyes and thin long face. Now eventhough we talk on phones sometimes, I still miss those days when we used to play together. My dad was a fire bender just like me, we both always had the competition to lit more number of candles in one blow. Most of the time he intentionally lost, trying to increase my self confidence which many a times he did so.

I could feel my hands turning hot. I let the letter slip from my hand and let my hands be cooled down so that I won't end up burning the letter. I picked up the letter. Bright red in colour embarked in it was something written in golden words.
'Congratulations on being one of the lucky seven!!'
Better would be if I had burnt the letter.
It seemed kind of information letter for that damned event.

I opened the seal of the letter. Sudden loud wails and cries followed up as I opened the letter. I threw the letter in the air and covered my ears. The cries continued for sometime, as the cries stopped I cautiously picked up the letter expecting another surprise. Nothing happened though. I removed a piece a piece of paper from it. Letters were written in beautiful italics with red-- blood!!. Gross.

I started reading the letter.

'Now that you are lucky enough to be selected as one of the lucky 7,
Make sure you are brave enough to die..
Be ready to serve Mr.D,
Try your best to survive.... If you can.'

Regarding transport, tomorrow sharp at 10 am, a carriage will be right in front of your house, which will drop you right on front of the death house where the 66th annual 6 floors games will be arranged.

Make sure you get all the things required, carrying crosses or any religious things are banned.

Best of luck and may death be ever in your favour.