Epilogue: Ten Years Later
Three years have passed since James McCoy was sentenced to exile, and ten years since your tributes were liberated from the arena of the second annual Hunger Games.

To mark this significant anniversary, your tributes are getting together for a low-key dinner event in the city of Bath—just the eight of them in attendance—in order to catch up and commemorate their shared experiences.

Your task is to write a short story detailing the hour or two before the event. Perhaps your tribute is in transit, or has arrived early and is wandering the streets, or is waiting in the restaurant to see if others arrive. Whatever the physical reality of your tribute, use this time to write your tribute’s thoughts and reflections.

Try to answer the following questions through your narrative:

- What has your tribute been up to in the past ten years? Perhaps he took part in the war. Perhaps she tried to wipe the slate clean and moved to a small town in the north.
- Has your tribute kept in contact with any of the others? Perhaps she is nervous about meeting old friends or enemies. Perhaps he is commuting from the Highlands with a fellow tribute with whom he has become fast friends.

This will be your final task, so try to make it your best yet! If you have any questions, or need any more information to go on (regarding the war, the dinner, or anything else), please ask! If you’d like your tribute to create a ten year history with another tribute, send their writer an ask (if in doubt, it’s probably me, or I can send you their info).

You have all been absolute pleasures and marvels to work with and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far!

Your task will be due Next Week Sometime, by the weekend at the latest, if you please.

Here is an example post.

The War of Britain

Lasting seven years after the events of the second annual Hunger Games of the United Kingdoms of Scotland, the War of Britain was a long and terrible civil war that exhausted the nation.

Borders were ignored, torn down, and redrawn, and the occasional treaty and peace talk served only to draw out the whole process, never lasting more than a month or two after being drafted.

The war’s official end, seven years, four months, and seventeen days after the Breaking of the Games (the events that saw tributes Kyrie Ashlin, Rose Becket, Nessa Blackwood, Finnegan Joyce, Feral McTavish, Linus Moore, Rosalie Prior, and Castiel Reading escape from the second Games’ arena), was marked by the capture of once-High King James McCoy, the first of his name. Seized while hiding out and plotting with six significant officials of his parliament in a refurbished castle in the northern Highlands, he was swiftly brought to trial and imprisoned in exile on the Isle of Iona.

After the capture of the High King, his power structure crumbled and was swept away or assimilated into the new union of kingdoms.

Now with decades of war in their pasts and fearing to revert back to their weak feudal states, the remaining kings and queens of Lowland Britain entered into council with Coraline Findlay and Jude Hardy, who had taken leadership of the allies in the Highlands. Together, a democratic union of kingdoms was crafted and introduced to the people of Britain: a parliament of members from each kingdom was elected. From these members a High Minister was selected through a private, parliamentary vote.

Two years have passed since the exile of James McCoy and, despite expected hiccups and occasional difficulties, the United Kingdoms of Britain have been existing in a state of development and peace.

Coraline still remembers the day of the Breaking—still remembers the tributes’ faces as they passed her on their way into the hovercraft, the smell of gun smoke and burning pavement, and the feeling of victory buzzing in her stomach.

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Kyrie can hardly bear the pace of his heart as it thuds against his ribcage. He is numb to the world around him, trapped by the intensity of his heartbeat. After what seems like a lifetime, it all rushes back with a crash, gunshots cracking and fires flashing. Kyrie feels a sudden stinging in his eyes and suddenly registers Feral’s voice and the shape of his friends at the edge of the roof.

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Nessa is hardly conscious of the bodies and buildings as they slide past her on either side. Her veins pound with adrenaline and her despair has all but disappeared, legs flying in a powerful stride and arms pumping with abandon.

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Figures stream through the smoke around the entrance, dressed in red and white. From this distance, Rose can only make out their colour and the tiny flashes of their firearms as they make their ways down the streets.

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The St. Hilda unit, led by Amarei Flynt, cleans the street effectively, preparing for the rescue of Linus Moore. None of the undead put up much of a fight, and once Wolf—the second in command—reports that the area is clear, they move towards the little house.

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Feral’s eyes are drawn away from the smoke vanishing up the dome by movement on the ground. Figures in red and white, tiny because of the distance, are streaming down streets, their lines curling around bits of smoking rubble. Feral can make out the flashing of their guns as they move, and watches the moving corpses fall all around them.

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Who are these striking figures? Art piece upcoming!

Who are these striking figures? Art piece upcoming!