Ten Years Later.....
Three Months Before The 140th Annual Hunger Games........

Bryn LaCombe's POV
I watched the television.
My name is Bryn LaCombe. I am thirty years old. I won the 125th Hunger Games. I am a victor. A lone victor. I am from District Five.
President Nolan, with his grizzly grey beard stepped on stage. A boy in a white suit walked up and opened a chest. Inside was an envelope with '140' written on it.
'In punishment of the rebels five years ago' 'We ask for the tributes who are the most strong, the ones who have faced fear, who have survived the arena itself, we ask for the tributes from the existing pool of victors.'
I blinked and shook my head. I ran into the kitchen and vomited into the trash. I shuddered to myself, do I have to return to the arena? I may have to.
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Well that's it. Victors will have to return.