I was sitting in the Justice Building to wait for visitors. I was going to be in the Hunger Games. Prim had been drawn, and I volunteered for her. She was only twelve. Only had one entry. Yet the odds were not in her favor. I couldn't let her compete. It would have killed me. So I chose the thing that would kill me literally, but she would live. My mother and Prim walked into the room. Their faces were pale, and Prim tucked in the duck tail at the back of her dress. Prim climbs on my lap, arms wrapped around my shoulder. I tell them what they have to do. Prim can not take tesserae. They can survive with Prim's goat milk and my mother's apothecary. Gale will provide food. "You can't leave again," I told my mother, "Not like when dad died." She looked at me with guilt on her face.

"There's something I need to tell you both," she said quietly. We looked at her in expectation. "You're father didn't die in a mining accident. He's a Greek god."

Prim looked at our mother in utter amazement and wonder, yet all I felt was fury. He wasn't really dead. His "death" had haunted me all my life. It had crushed my dreams, and my mother had not been there for us. She had shut us out in depression. And it wasn't necessary. I could have seen him. I could have heard his voice stop the mockingjays once more. I hadn't even registered the second part she had said. "He's not dead! He's not dead and you made me live with the pain all my life!" I walked up and confronted my mother.

"I couldn't tell you that your father was a Greek god when you were that young!" She told me.

"But you thought that you would wait until I was being sent off to die!"

"I wanted to tell you that he could protect you. He has that influence." She breathed in deeply. "I also wanted to warn you that most tributes also have an immortal parent, so they will influence the games too." "Each games is a fight between the gods for which of their children will win." "If a god is angry at another god, they influence the drawing to make their child a tribute."

"So someone's angry at dad?" Prim asked our mother quietly.

"Likely." She said with a sigh.

"So they made the drawing reap me." Prim whispered.

"How is this possible?" I asked. "What is happening?!"

"Gale's a demigod too," my mother continued, ignoring my outburst.

"Who is our father?" Asked Prim quietly. That was a good question. What was he the god of?

"Apollo. The god of music, the sun, archery and medicine." Said my mother, smiling lightly. "That's why you can shoot, Katniss. And why you can help me with the apothecary, Prim." "And why you can sing, girls. Why his singing stopped the mockingjays." I looked at my mother, and was about to say something to her, when the peacekeepers took her and started to grab Prim.

"Try to win," said Prim as I hugged her tight.

"I will. I promise." I told her, as the peacekeepers pulled her away.

Peeta, the other tribute's father came in and gave me a bag with cookies. He wasn't very talkative, but he said, "I'll make sure the girl doesn't starve." And it comforted me. I wondered whether Peeta was a demigod too. Who would be his mother, the goddess of bread? The thought made her almost laugh.

The next visitor is Madge, who I truly didn't expect. She gave me the mockingjay pin she had been wearing earlier on her dress. I promised her that I would wear it in the arena.

Then Gale came. I ran to give him a hug, and everything feels right. Maybe there had been nothing romantic between us, but I think, maybe if this weren't happening, there could be a chance. "You need to get a bow," said Gale, but I interrupted him.

"You're a demigod too," I said, which I knew he already must know. He nodded.

"My father's Eros," he said, blushing. The god of love. No wonder he was so good-looking.

The peacekeepers came back, and Gale asked for more time, but they said no, and started yanking him away from me.

"I won't let them starve."

"I know you won't." I said to him. Most likely, this would be the last time I spoke to him. I started to say I love you, but the words got caught in my throat. I had to forget. If I was going to survive, I had to not dwell on him. It would be hard.

Just telling you, I am totally on Team Gale, so it will probably turn out being that way. Also, I will update my Harry Potter:The Second Generation fanfic soon, I just wanted to mix it up for a little. Hope you like it.