Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of updates (I was up to 1 studying for AP Bio yesterday and the day before that;lots of work this year). Anyways, I just was to make some clarifications. As much as I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE CATCHING FIRE, I am still continuing the story from the end of the Hunger Games (sorry folks, I really loved that book!). I'm still in the middle of plot summarizing, so this chapter might be updated with more details.;) It's still pretty short, bear with me. There's also some annoying glitch which makes "Chapter 3" appear as nothing. Please bear with me.
"One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
The moment I stepped out the door, I knew two things.
1. We weren't at District 12
2. I wasn't hallucinating
I turned to Peeta. He seemed as shocked as I was.
"Katniss," he stammered. "Where…are we?"
I was asking myself the same question. I had never seen a place so beautiful. The Capitol was filled of towering buildings made of endless colors of glass, but the place didn't try to be beautiful. It just…was.
In front of my eyes was the biggest mountain I saw ever-even in my dreams. It was snowcapped but I didn't shiver at all. There were golden palaces and mansions with statues. I noticed columns aligned on the buildings. They looked strangely familiar…I remember seeing them in a book in school. Suddenly, I noticed a strangely dressed man approaching us. He wore winged sandals and a cap with wings on them. The man speeded toward us at the pace of lightning.
Then it hit me. Greek mythology. It wasn't taught that much at school, but I knew what we were facing. We were at Mount Olympus. The man approaching us was Hermes, god of messengers.
"Follow me," he said. Peeta looked more bewildered than ever.
"Why are we here?" I demanded. I was careful not to sound too angry. I knew Hermes could blast us into ashes if he wanted.
"The gods need to speak to you" was all he said.
"Katniss," Peeta whispered as we hustled. "Where are we?"
"Olympus," I replied. He didn't ask anymore questions so I guess he figured out the rest.
After a while, we approached a room with thrones in the shape of a U. The moment we stepped in, we heard voices.
"You admitted you love her on camera. How cute!" a beautiful woman said.
"She got her archery skills from me" a blond man proudly delared.
"Yeah, and her maturity from me" a preteen girl replied.
"At least someone has some appreciation for agriculture" a woman wearing a dress made of tweed muttered.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Zeus had raised his hand, and the room was silent immediately.
"Hermes," he said. "Thank you for escorting our demigods."
Demigods… I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the rest…
"Err..excuse me my Lord." I stepped up. "I think you..er…have the wrong person. We're-um-mortals."
"Really?" A woman sitting near Zeus smiled coldly. Her grey eyes struck me, the same shade as mine. "I suppose you had really impulsive reflexes?"
"How do you-"
"And saw strange things sometimes?"
"How-?"
"Not to mention highly realistic dreams?"
I was speechless. Peeta looked like he was just told that the Hunger Games were canceled.
"My parents are mortal," I replied when I mustered my breath.
"The Mist is powerful," she said in a low tone. "It can fool anyone-even demigods."
"Then…" I wasn't sure when to start. "Who is my godly parent?"
A man slid down from his throne. He had blonde curly hair, a tall stature, and was unbelievably handsome.
"Hello daughter," he smiled. "I am Apollo, god of light, healing, music, poetry, prophecy, archery and truth."
