It seemed like a normal day in the District of Ponyville, but really, even the warm sun could not hide the gloomy day. For this day was another reaping for the Pony Games. This was the 62nd annual reaping for the 62nd annual Pony Games. No pony wants to get picked in Ponyville, because it surely means death. There will be six ponies, three stallions and three mares, picked from four Districts of Equestria. There's Cloudsdale, Appleloosa, Manehatten and Ponyville. President Celestia was the leader of Equestria and organized these brutal murder games for all unicorn, pegasi and earth ponies to watch, or be watched.

One certain purple unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, was a part of the District of Ponyville, and for years she escaped the brutal death match. All hope is lost if you are reaped from Ponyville. No pony seems to win from the small and boring town. This year, Twilight was scared though, she was becoming older and that meant one more ticket was in the bowl. She also hoped that no pony she knew got in, no matter the age.

"Twilight. Don't you think you should get up?" Spike, her fellow dragon, asked cautiously. Spike was lucky to not be a pony or gryffin, because he is able to not go in the games. Twilight always says that to him every year, but he counters that he's not because he has to watch the unlucky pony folk who are picked die. It seems all of Ponyville gave up on victor houses, there's about ten now, and only one is filled with the male mentor Filthy Rich. Although he was one of the only victors, everypony knows he's basically a useless drunk who drinks like it's his job. Really, no pony blames him though because he has seen death of young pony folk being murdered for just a game!

No pony can change it, though. Celestia has designed the Peace Makers to keep peace in the districts while the reaping and the games go on. Really, it was a murderous peace, if any pony would rebel, they would get shot. If a pony defied or protected somepony else from getting killed, they get beaten in public. The society has grown scared of the murderous group and there was nothing ponies could do, but follow President Celestia.

It was almost time, and Twilight went over to her library mirror to fix up her mane. Twilight was Ponyville's well-known librarian who gets money by selling or renting books. Not many ponies come into her library at the time of the Reaping, so she can get lonely, but one pony always comes. Her friend, Fluttershy, who was known as the pegasus that takes care of street animals to sell them. Today, though, Fluttershy was not seen, and Twilight had to canter on down to the Reaping alone. Passing homes and cottages full of parents and their fillies sadly walking to the Reaping, hoping that their child would not get picked.

Twilight sighed, as she finally made her way to the center of Ponyville to find the Mayor at the stage smiling to the fillies coming to the center. Everypony in Ponyville knew she did not like the reaping either, but there was nothing she could do. If she spoke up, she would definitely get killed. "Next." Twilight heard, stepping closer to the table. She was standing in the line for teen ponies. She finally was at the table, and she handed her hoof to the Peacemaker who, by the way it looked, was a mare probably a few years older than her. The peacemaker poked the violet hoof and pushed it down on the paper next to her name.

This was her last reaping, if she didn't get picked, she would be free for a while until she had fillies of her own. Just the thought of freedom overwhelmed her. She sighed as she thought of the free paradise of not going through the reaping ever again, and she went over to her age group of the mares. There was Fluttershy, looking all around for probably her. She smiled slightly as she went over to her. "Hey Fluttershy." she said mild-toned.

"Oh, hey there Twilight. Last year, isn't it great?" Fluttershy asked, trying to bring up the mood of the melodramatic scene. All chat died down as clicking was heard from the stage. The mayor silenced the group and welcomed them to the 62nd annual welcoming. She turned to the television that was behind her to play the same old video for the reason why the Pony Games were to come. Then, Filthy Rich stepped up to the stage and again welcomed the pony folk. "May the odds ever be in everypony's favor." he said as he walked over to the mares.

"First mare...."

Author's Note

Hey everypony! I thank you for reading and I hope you liked the first chapter!! It would be nice if you could comment to tell me how I am doing! Your comments help me get better, and I'm very grateful for my readers. I, again, hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be out hopefully soon! Also, sorry for not having a name up, it's just I decided to have the tributes in the next chapter! ^_^ Thanks for reading!