As the countdown began, the glass tube around me began to rise. I was temporarily blinded by white light all around me, as my platform rose. I wanted to simultaneously scream, faint, and vomit all at once. My body was buzzing with adrenaline.

My eyes relaxed as the hard electric lights faded and I temporarily found myself in darkness as I transitioned from below to above ground.

However, this reprieve was fleeting as I was once again blinded by a different light.

The glint of sunlight, against snow.

I raised my hand to my mouth and gasped in realization. I had been right.

The last two Hunger Games were in a temperate climate, where the tributes death were due to each other and less so the elements. I predicted that the Gamemakers would want a different spectacle this year.

I looked out at a snow covered meadow in the middle of a dense pine forest.

My hand reached for my front pocket, containing the one item from my district I was allowed to bring with me into the Games.

Coming from District 11, I didn't have much to choose from. After my name had been called at the Reaping, I had been escorted away and given 5 minutes in my home to choose my item.

Praying against hope that my intuition was right, I chose the one item in my possession I fathomed could help me start a fire.

I fingered it now in my pocket: my grandmother's magnifying glass.