"I can't wait before I am finally President!" President Snow's granddaughter Celestia Snow says clapping her hands excitedly.

"Yes darling. But remember, being a good President doesn't always mean having a good hold on the people. It also means having the most wonderful and entertaining Hunger Games each year. Promise me you won't run out of ideas in that big brain of yours." Coriolanus Snow reminded her. They were sitting on a balcony looking out at the Capitol's garden drinking tea.

"Of course grandpa. I promise I won't run out of ideas." Celestia chuckled. She already had a list of the hunger games' themes. A list long enough to last for many many years.

"I really hoped you had learned from me all these years. I won't be here forever you know."

"Why of course! Which is why I am really excited for this year's. I wonder how you're going to do it."

"Well I can't tell you now, can I? You'll just have to see. And that reminds me. I must get started on getting new Gamemakers this year. I will see you later," President Snow stood up and strolled inside.

When he got to his private library, Snow paced around, racking his brain for ideas. The room was so quiet the only thing heard was the squeaking of his shoes while they walked on the marble tiles.

"I must show my granddaughter what it means to have a good Hunger Games. How am I supposed to show her if I don't have any ideas myself?" Get someone who HAS ideas then.

As if a lightbulb had appeared over his head President Snow rushed over to his bookshelf that held many contacts. He could only hope those people still lived where they are. That shelf hadn't been updated for a while.

"Hello? Yes, is this the Fowl Manor? I need to speak with someone..." President Snow spent the rest of the day preparing and planning for the new gamemakers to arrive.

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HELLO GUYS! So I've decided to start my own author's Games and this is my first one so please don't be too harsh on me. :)

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