It's been a year since the last Trial was held in our country. The government of before was destroyed by a vicious revolt that ended within a month. I am now part of the new government. My team and I are in charge of deciding what we should do to remember the Trial. It was a gruesome event where the fastest, strongest, and smartest in the country were pitted against each other in different tasks.
The previous year had been the most destructive. The fastest in the country had to race each other through deserts and tundras with wildlife and other dangers trying to kill them. Many of the contestants were ripped to pieces by animals or fell to their deaths into pits of scorpions or hidden crevices covered by a thin layer of ice. Others starved or dehydrated. The strongest were given rocks to throw at each other in a deadly game of catch. Many were crushed after failing to catch the boulder thrown at them. The smartest were given computers that they had to hack into to stop the bombs attached to them.
This was the worst one out of the three trials. Only one person was able to get their bomb off before it exploded and even they weren't able to escape unscathed. As my friend, Cayden, threw the bomb away from him with only a few seconds to spare someone moved a table into it's path causing it to fly back at him. He tried to get out of the way, but the explosion blew his right leg off at the knee and severely injured the left. Now he has a crutch and a permanent heavy limp.
My friends Trente and Griffin won the fastest and the strongest competitions, respectively. Both were scarred by their trials. Trente saw runners swallowed up by crevasses or ripped to shreds beside him, knowing that could have been him. Griffin had only won the strongest competition by hiding behind one of the boulders, then stoned the last man to death as he rounded the boulder. Both had asked me to come up with a way to commemorate the fallen in both the Trials and in the revolt. It was a daunting task, but I would do it if only to soothe my friends' scars a little.
Striding in to the conference room, I walked over to my chair and sat down. I waited a few minutes for any stragglers to come in, then started.
"Okay, let's get this underway. I have called you all here today to talk about what to do since it has been a year since the Trials," I said clapping my hands .
The leader of the revolt stood up and proposed a plan. He thought we should hold a ceremony for all families affected inside the arena for the Trials. It would involve a section of speeches made by previous winners and their families. It was a unanimous vote. We would go ahead with their plan.
