A/N Welcome one, welcome all, to the second installment in the Ecclesiastes-verse, Under the Sun. Here's a little bit to make this a story, and I'll see y'all below this little bit from Octavian Snow.

Octavian Snow, 28, Assistant to the President

Panem is a messed up place. I knew that when I was a street kid, but after the President adopted me, it became even more obvious. Back then, I only saw my tiny world. Now, I see all the problems with Panem. Maybe that's why I want to become president someday; I want to make the necessary changes.

I lean back in my chair and stretch before coming back down onto the desk. It's been one whole year since Dad raised the minimum wage in District Eleven, and things seem to have gotten better. We destroyed a few factories in Eight a few months back because the workers were being exposed to large amounts of radiation. The crime rate in Six has dropped. Even though it's exhausting, it's all worth it when I see these results.

I stand up and look at the clock. 11 PM. I'm done for the night. I leave the business section of the Presidential Mansion and enter the residential side, where only Dad and I live. I go into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of herbal tea. Usually, during the day, Avoxes would be here, but at night, Dad doesn't want them here. He prefers the total silence after a long day of work. I walk to the dining table, where he sits, sipping from a steaming mug and reading a book.

"What did you think of today?" he says, looking up. This is what I love most about Dad; he tries to find time for me, even now.

"It was okay today," I say, sitting down. "District Twelve is an interesting case. I want to help, but I don't know how."

"Yes," he says, sighing, "I wish it were easier. How are you doing with the case in One?"

"The Sierra case?" I ask. Ever since their daughter perished in the Games last year, the Sierra family has been growing distant. Their work is sub-par, and they're starting to seem suspicious. This is the first matter Dad has fully given to me, so I've been extra careful with it.

"Yes."

"I'm still waiting for more information. I-"

" 'Tavian, you know what I mean. I asking about you. How do you feel about it? How are you doing?"

I sigh, unsure of how to respond. "W- well-"

"Watch that stutter."

"Well, I think that they have a right to feel that way," I say, spilling it. "I'd be mad if someone I loved died because people watching didn't help."

He looks at me and puts down the book.

"I'm sorry if it sounds rebellious-" I say, trying to salvage this.

"Don't worry," he says, "I feel that way too."

"W-W-"

"The stutter."

"Sorry," I say, "But don't you support the Games?"

"Yes," he says, "But you have to understand, 'Tavian, that I don't support them because I like the Hunger Games. It's not that simple."

"What?"

"The people of the Capitol love the Games. If the people in the Districts revolt, we can keep the peace because they're so far away from here, the political center of Panem. But if the people here revolt… We're in big trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I say.

"Good," he says, "Don't worry about the Games. Things are changing, and soon, you won't have to worry about them anymore."

A/N Once again, welcome to Under the Sun! By the way, Octavian is on the blog for the Ecclesiastes-verse at ecclesiastessverse. weebly. com. This website will be the hub for everything thing related to the Ecclesiastes-verse.

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~Joseph