President Snow's private jet landed softly in the middle of a clearing of a sparse jungle. His eagerness to get a first-hand glimpse of the arena for this year's games were overpowering. He had been told that some ancient world has been discovered in the depths of Panem. Of course, he just had to see for himself.

As he walked down the jet bridge he was immediately surrounded by one dozen peacekeepers. Even in the middle of the jungle, one must have to assume guard for the unpredictable might occur there.

The wind flew and went through Snow's parted brown hair, at his age. Streaks of grey were visible in the outliers of his head. He did not try to hide it. Instead, he represented his age. As president. You're supposed to set an example for your fellow citizens. But he didn't even try. His confidence came naturally to him.

One of the Peacekeepers came up to President Snow in a yearning manner.

"President Snow, it is an honor to meet you." The peacekeeper said. He moved aside for him. As would a proper soldier would. "We think you might want to see this."

After a short walk into an area with minimal surroundings. He was met with a group of several architects. President Snow pushed past several people before he came face-to-face with an ancient cellar. The inside was so dark that it seemed as if it would lead to the underworld. He turned to face his companion, the peacekeeper. Who nodded as he and one other trailed inside. Snow walked in, half expecting to be met by more darkness as he climbed down the stairs. Instead, the whole thing lit up as his feet laid flat on the ground.

Rows of columns met his sharp eyes. As he scanned the amazing architecture, He noticed tunnels on the other side of the columns. Everything was enchanted by the golden lights set up by the dig team in various locations. Naturally, this ought to cause a feeling of mystery and a wanting of exploration to the average person. But, to President Snow. This was just another arena hotspot. He smirked as he scanned over the inside of one of the very world wonders. An area which will be forever be changed by the imp of humans.

President Snow was met with a peacekeeper as he was guided off in a secluded area in the tomb. He was given a device, it showed a live screen with the one-and-only Head Gamemaker Tybalt Epeius. The screen casted a dark shadow behind Tybalt as if it guessed his intentions. The same couldn't be the said with Snow. Who was just waiting for the details to be spilled out.

"Here we are, sir. The ancient civilization of Mesoamerica." Tybalt declared. The holiness of the president grinned in response. He couldn't wait until the day the reapings for the districts came. Then, the capitol would have much more fun with them in planning for the upcoming games.

"I see, Tybalt." Snow said. "How do you expect to further construct this as an arena? Do you have other options?"

"Our team is fully prepared." Tybalt replied. "You should expect us to add all sorts of traps and extensions to make this place something the citizens won't believe is true." He storied.

A thoughtful silence filled the air. President Snow debated with himself whether hiring this one as Head Gamemaker was a good idea. He came off to him as ordinary, and he wanted these games to be one that would be etched on one's mind when they thought of the Hunger Games. He had a good feeling about this year. Alas, he just had to wait and see once the day of the actual games arrived.

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