The Fourth Quarter Quell

Interview Conclusion

Favonious Falcon's Perspective

I waved the final two tributes, Simrit and Tyler, offstage and turned to the audience.

"Unfortunately, everyone, this is the end. Our tributes, all twenty-four of them, have gone to rest up before tomorrow mornings Games. The next time I see you all, I will be informing you on Day One of the Games. Thank you all for coming out tonight!" I said cheerfully. However, I was slightly relieved the night was over. I didn't think I could bear to look into any pair of saddening eyes any longer.

"Good night!" I yelled with a laugh. The music played as I walked offstage. I handed my microphone to the stage manager and began walking out.

Tomorrow morning would be the Games. Tomorrow morning, all of these kind, shining faces will be determined and blood splattered if not cold and pale. Tomorrow, these alliances might hold true or turn on one another.

And the most agonizing thing is, no one can predict what'll happen next.