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Once Upon a Hunger Games
___ Once upon a time, in a land of danger and despair, there were twenty four young tributes, who had been ordered by the grand king of the realm to battle to their deaths. Among these cursed souls was a handsome prince by the name of me.
___ The king was a very cruel and evil man, and had not provided the chosen warriors with any proper weapons to aid in the slaughter of one another, and instead had bestowed upon the tributes a choice of one of five magical items.
___ These items were; a small piece of rope, no longer than the foot of a very large man; a cloak of invisibility whose powers were revealed beneath the shimmering moon; a magical lamp, rumoured to grant the wish of a person's most foodly desires; renowned entertainers from around the lands, who were to encourage a tribute; and a mighty hound with the power to sense dangerous potions.
___ Now, in woe this prince fretted over what he should pick, a canine beast would not turn so loyal when it was hungry, and the jesters seemed not to provide much aid. But time was running short, and if he wished to survive even a moment longer he had to grab the closest magical artefact he could see, which in this case, was the mysterious jinn lamp. He gathered it up and hurried away into the wilderness of the enclosed arena, leaving some of the other warriors to fight amongst one another to the death.
___ But not every one of the tributes chose to give their lives such a brief end. Many of the others too, fled toward the great unknown edges of the area, preparing themselves for the hunt and the fear of being hunted.
___ Upon growing tired and his young legs weary, the prince collapsed across a clearing in the dense forest. He was not only tired but also lost, with no idea of which direction was which. The forest was dark and lonely, and was home to many birds and other tributes. Feeling completely forlorn he took the jinn lamp up to the light and gazed upon its sheen, wondering what he could ever do with it in order to survive.
___ The prince knew that if he waited around and took no action he would surely be finished, but what use would a simple meal bestow him? Sighing heavily he rubbed the lamp and it began to shine brightly before a thin whisper of red smoke rose from its end. The smoke curled and twisted, spiralling around the princes head until it formed into the shape of a face.
___ "What food do you desire?" It asked with its wispy tongue.
___ "Oh great Jinn!" He cried to the magical being. "Is it true that you can grant me any request of food that I ask of you?"
___ "Aye that is correct, young tribute." The jinn confirmed. "But you get one wish and only one."
___ "Well...." The choice was difficult, and there was only one to be made. But it must be made quickly before it was too late.
___ "I wish.... For a life sized sweet gingerbread house that has that has the ability to capture suspecting and unsuspecting children!" The prince sang, leaping up with new found fervour. The jinn bowed his head before swirling and swirling up and around. The prince was astonished at the sight before him, as a magical cottage constructed entirely out of edible sweets materialized itself between the trees. The grass was made of icing sugar, and the walls of solid ginger bread. The eves were rimmed with colourful lollies and the door made of dark chocolate biscuit.
___ Jumping for joy, the prince raced into the house, laughing at the achievement before him. He got to work right away, preparing the house to lure in any tributes that may wander his way.
___ They will either be too scared to enter, or they will walk right into my trap! He thought. He got to work preparing the rock candy oven, and the cane cages, laughing under his breath. As soon as a child wandered into the proximity, he would feast like a king! Like a king! He would eat every one of the other tributes until he was crowned the true king of the arena, Hunger Tournament!!
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And he lived happily ever after.
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