Stroking my perfectly shaved beard, without a grey hair in sight, I turned to Cwell for aid.

"So, what do you think it should be this year Cwell?" I asked, still stroking.

"Well, President Snow, perhaps we should spice up the Games this year. It has been twenty five years, what about a slight change in the matters." he replied.

"Ah, I see, as 25 is a quarter to one hundred years. We'll call it, a quarter..." I began, although I was not sure how to end it.

I could ask Cwell, although that may tarnish my reputation if I kept turning to him every moment of daylight. He had been of great assistance over the past few years, and I believed I needed to repay him.

"A Quarter Quell," I replied, "In honor of you, Mr Sven Cwell, who shall never be forgotten."

He thanked me with a look of shock and horror on his face, yet still delighted to have his name in a miraculous event. After all, he was coming up eighty years old, an age which began to get dangerous, for I knew he would not survive much longer.

"So, to deciding the arena!" I cried, always excited for this bit every year.

I contemplated over various ideas: A barren landscape, desert, forest, when I finally got the idea.

"Well, it is obvious isn't it?" I said.

"No President Snow, do tell me," Sven replied, eager to know; reveling in the suspense.

"That, my dear friend. Our new arena will be...

A/N. Please send me a review of a type of arena you would like to feature. Thanks and also don't forget a SYOT form will be coming out soon, however I'm not sure the exact date yet.