The Half-Blood Games

Disclaimer: I do not own The Heroes of Olympus series or any of it's characters. They belong to the brilliant troll himself, Rick Riordan (so much trolololol). I do, however, own Emily and her friends (who are simply there for story purpose), and Lily, Amaira, and Temperance (OCs for this fandom that I will use in the future).

I also do not own The Hunger Games.

Chapter 1. Preface (Nico)

The children of Camp Half-Blood danced and laughed in the summer sun. I watched children of Apollo beat everyone on the court or at the archery station. The Hephaestus bunch were making an assortment of tiny little machines and setting them loose. Hermes children were pranking, and a bubbly group of Aphrodite spawn giggled and gossiped nearby. I watched from the porch of The Big House. Watching new generations of demigods grow and learn has been keeping the last of my sanity together for years.

"Nico?"

I looked to my right. Emily Henderson was standing nearby, backed up by a small cluster of her friends. Emily was fourteen years of age, and a daughter of Hades. My half-sister.

"Yes, Emily?"

She hesitated, like she was not sure if she wanted to say what she was about to say. But she spoke up: "One of the older kids said something about a thing called "The Half-Blood Games." They said you'd know what they were. What are the Half-Blood Games, Nico?"

For a moment, I was a teenager again. I could see weapons flashing, I could hear the last screams of dying tributes, I could smell blood and dirt, all with perfect clarity. 'Twenty-four will go in, only one will come out alive. May the odds be ever in your favor.' Then that moment ended, and I could now see the curious children in front of me, could now hear the faint laughter of other demigods, could now smell the grass and the fresh air.

"The Half-Blood Games? They aren't supposed to talk about that. And there's nothing to tell. It was a long time ago."

They objected, the group of them. In my youth, I used to really hate other children. They were irritating to me. But this group of children, two children of Zeus, two of Poseidon, one of Hades, and one of Apollo. This group of children would always be my favorites. I guess that's why I decided to give in.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell you," I said over their whining voices.

They all piped down, and sat on the porch at my feet. I sighed heavily.

"The Half-Blood Games was a competition, made by our godly parents, to ... put us demigods in our place. One son and one daughter of each god and goddess, Roman or Greek, would be chosen to participate; in the case of Artemis, it was two of her Hunters. The twenty-four tributes were put into an arena, and had to ... fight. To the death."

My voice broke at the end. They all gasped, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "That's horrible." Emily murmured. I nodded, and she added, "You won your Games, Nico?"

I gulped heavily, then nodded again. Memories came back, crystal clear. I gripped the arms of my chair.

"Yes, I won. It was hard, though. I lost my friends and my sister in my Games."

"Will you tell us more? About your Games?"

I looked them over. They were all waiting for me to tell the story. I decided that if it scares them, it's their faults. They were all over thirteen, and they asked. With a sigh, I began:

"I was thirteen years old..."

A/N: I'm back, baby! I had tons and tons of writers block, but this isn't too terrible, so I thought I'd throw it up on here.

There are OCs in this story. Most are for story purposes, but also, a few are my OCs for this fandom. I will be writing a different fanfic based around them...eventually.

There WILL be character deaths in this (obviously). I'm NOT kidding (duh). If you can't handle your favorite characters dying off, you should leave. Like, right now. I don't take haters, but if they come, then I will ignore. Because I don't care.

Trust me guys. This isn't the least bit easy on me. I hate killing characters. Especially ones I love. But I thought this was turning out well and I have big plans for it.

I will not post regularly. So don't expect a new chapter every [insert time limit here]. I don't work like that.

What else...oh. If you're following "Babysitting a Colour Changing Monster," I am SO SO SO SO SORRY. Seriously. I hate abandoning fanfiction, so I will try harder.

Enough rambling for now. I hope you guys like it!