31I've been obsessing over The Hunger Games and Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and I thought, "What would happen if THG and PJO were combined?" Well, I decided to find out. This is what I came up with (this will be more than one chapter):
I don't own The Hunger Games or the PJO series. If I did, this won't be fanfiction...
My name is Katniss Everdeen, and I'm uniqe in a way you will never understand, let alone believe. I am a demigod, the result of a mortal and Greek god, in my case, Apollo, living in a country known as Panem. In school we learned we live on top of a long lost civilization, called North America. I live in District 12, the poorest district.
Outside the fence there are a couple, small, concrete buildings that must be from long ago. Most are destroyed, but some still stand. Like the one near the pond I used to visit with my dad, before he died. It still stands, and sometimes, when I'm hunting, I vist our place. I set the fire in the hearth, roast nuts, roots, and sometimes a good kill.
But, today I can't go to the woods. Today is the reaping, when one boy and one girl from all twelve districts go off to fight in the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games is a "holiday"where we're reminded of the Dark Days, a time where all the districts were rebelling. The Dark Days are the reason there isn't a District 13 anymore.
However, I do go to the woods to eat breakfast with my best friend, Gale. He brought nuts and berries while I brought some of my little sister's goat cheese. The goat, Lady, gave my sister Prim lots of her milk, which resulted in milk and cheese, something we can't afford.
"We could do it you know," Gale said after a few minutes.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Live in the woods, without their stupid Hunger Games, rules, and poverty." Gale's always hated the Capitol and everyone in it. He makes fun of them in the woods, the only place where you won't be recorded.
"But Prim, my mom? What about them?"
"We could bring them with us. We'd bring my family, too." Gale is the oldest with an age of seventeen, with five brothers and sisters.
I didn't answer. I looked at the sun and it's about 2:30. The reaping is at 3.
"It's about 2:30. We should get ready for the reaping."
"Okay. You take half the food, I take the other."
"Thanks."
When I got home, my mother was fussing over Prim's blouse, then started fussing over me, "Where were you? Do you realize what time it is? You need to get ready!"
"I know mom, I was in the woods with Gale." My mom gave me one of her old velvet dresses and she braided my hair, and soon, we were in the town square.
"Welcome to the 74th anual Hunger Games reaping!" Effie Trinket, the District 12 "escort" to the games, as Gale calls her. She read all the things she had to, and then walked over to the ball containing the names of all the girls in District 12. When you turn twelve, you get one name in. When thirteen, two times. The number keeps doubling the older you get. But if you sign up for tesserae, like I did, then your name is added for each pound. Even that doubles. That's why my names there 22 times. My sister's twelve, and she did't sign up for tesserae, so I wasn't worried about her. Gales name is in the ball 44 times."My thoughts were interupted by Effie saying her "catch-phrase"
"May the odds ever be in your favor!" Then she read the name of the paper. My heart sank, and I froze.
The name was Primrose Everdeen, my sister.