Mountains lull against the edge of the arena. With one wrong step and a few falling rocks, could send you to your death. The air is at a stand-still, being thick and tight in the higher elevation. Snow covers the ground as tiny specks come dropping out of nowhere.

You're on a cliff.

It's now that you realize just how much you're thankful for the thick jacket and surplus boots that were forced to your feet. You look around at the anxious faces of your fellow tributes. All confused and scared at the sudden change of temperature. It's then you understand that the Cornucopia is unable to be seen.

You squint your eyes through your flurry covered lashes and make out a flash of silver. Sobering up from initial surprise at the arena's inhabitants, you notice just how steep of a drop you're positioned on. Just now struggling to steady your balance on the platform, you know that if you were to even graze the powdery white, you'd blow on impact. A few people around you toddle on theirs, while others have a look of relaxed ease.

You're on the tallest land form in the entire arena as your starting point. The horizon is setting steadily and before you know it, it'll become dark while you lack any knowledge on what's hidden inside.

The creatures that lurk in the forest don't leave much of a happy feeling in your stomach, but there's nothing left to do. The mountain seems to be in the near center of the arena. Following shortly behind are other mounds of rock. The cornucopia is at the very bottom and you know that it's the make it or break it moment. You are more than a few hundred feet up and down is the only way to go.

You debate internally on whether to risk it and make a run for the Cornucopia, or skip out completely. Just as a shiver runs down through you're shoulders, you know the latter isn't the safest option.

You need the warmth, or die trying.

You can either be stealthy and leave your safety entirely in the grips of the mountain; though you know if you're to move quickly that climbing would be greater. As long as your fingers don't go completely numb against the iced ledges... Groaning out loud, causes a few looks your way.

The Cornucopia is sitting in a vast spread of snow. Though looks can be deceiving. Underneath lays a thin spread of ice. The boiling water does nothing to show to the dangers hidden. The oil colored liquid is a breeding ground for enhanced piranhas. If you swim through, it's likely you'd scald your skin within minutes if you lasted long enough to endure the blisters. This is of course, the piranhas don't come for you first.

A thought to think over when your eye catches a golden bag strewn among a pile of lethal weapons.

Evergreens and other assortments of trees fall in the forgotten land. A fog hangs above the top, knowing that'll disfigure your vision, a sudden howl sounds in the wind. Great, wolves are prowling the territory, bound to attack those who are stupid enough to get close.

Yet there has to be a Haven through the whole freezing chaos.This just so happens to be there are multiple splotches filled with already purified water. Vegetation, both edible and deadly -despite the snow- are everywhere. Elk, Chipmunks, Bears, Caribou, and most of all, food.

Yet there's so much more. You notice quite quickly that there's a bridge that expands across the blackened water. It connects the two mounds of land and it's the only possible way to reach the other side.

In your haze of panic and puzzled state  you don't realize that this oxygen is tainted. A sticky taste lingers on your tongue and it's now you notice how everyone is turning a sickly blue color. Alas, it's almost too late.

The whole arena is hooked with hallucinogens.