A/N: After Catching Fire and TBotL

Also, this is my first Fanfic :) so enjoy!

Mi Salvacion

•Percy's POV•

I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm listening."

Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that…is that blue birthday cake?"

He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if he'd ever even been invited to one.

"Come inside for some cake and ice cream," I said. "It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about."

"Thanks. . ."

I told him to stay put on the bed. I brought back some of my cake and ice cream, and we began discussing matters of life and death, the usual.

"So what did you want to tell me, Nico?" I say as I lick my fingers. Blue Frosting—it gets to you.

"Well I was doing some exploring at the Underworld and I recalled the story of Achilles; involving the River Styx and well I thought it would be a great idea if you-" My finger licking came to a pause.

"If I dived into the Styx?" I couldn't even believe I said that. The Styx? I would be burned to a miserable crisp.

"Well I don't want you to. I'm giving you a choice. And if you do. . . you have a better chance at beating Luke."

"There has to be another way." I spoke out in urgency.

"You asked for an alternative, and I gave you one." Nico called to me with his mouth full. He swallowed. "It's ok, I understand that you don't want to take a crazy risk like that." He resumed stuffing his mouth with cake. His lips were colored blue.

But he had a great point there. I really don't want to end my days because of a river. He's also right though; it may just be the only way to beat Luke. That or we all die if I don't make the right choice in that Big Prophecy thing. Whatever that may be. . .

"I'll think about it." I responded after the prolonged silence I caused.

"Really? That's great! Hey, um, I have to leave so I'll be on my way. Thanks for the food."

I barely had time to say goodbye when he had already left; which left me alone, thinking about the great prophecy.

What if I fail?

Memories with Annabeth appear on my mind. And of my other friends. These people are counting on me to save this world. Them, and the another seven billion people in this world. And since fate doesn't provide another paradox—I will. The moonlace by on my window gleamed and caught my attention. Calypso also needs me. Everyone does.

I groan in frustration and launch myself on my bed. I really wished a plane would land in my room. I wouldn't have to worry about saving everyone.

A glow appears next to me. Silver and misty. The smell is of wet wood and flowers.

Then. . . .there's a silhouette. It gleams. It almost looks like a girl. Her image transfigures and her features stick out more. She seems to be asleep. Her chest falls and rises in a steady rhythm. Her eyes are closed. A braid is swung around her shoulder. After a while she begins fumbling and her eyes open.

Her eyes are so gray as winter, as fierce as smoke, and they are the size of the moon.

•Katniss POV•

I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow.

I instinctually raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds it tightly.

"Don't." I whisper. But Gale is not the one to keep secrets from me.

"Katniss there is no District 12." At first I couldn't believe it. I felt that I stopped breathing. My heart slowed. I didn't want to give in, yet I felt like I had already lost.

"No," I shake my head and sit up. I squeeze Gale's hand. "It's out there. The Capitol is lying." But I didn't even believe myself.

"I know this is hard for you to understand. But it's gone. I saw it myself." His rusty voice was still the same. "Our families are safe though. I managed to get them out beforehand."

We didn't speak for a few minutes. Then I remembered something pretty important. "Gale," I looked at him and I bet he already knew what was coming. "Where's Peeta?" He let go of my hand. Even if he was already prepared for this conversation, that still didn't excuse him from not telling me though. "Gale!" I called.

He let a breath out and he told me gently, "We don't know, Katniss."

I threw myself back onto the bed and bit my lip. My eyes shut. I counted to ten. My insides were bubbling. I wanted to go back and demand they give us Peeta back. I was brought back into the present by Gale.

"If it makes you feel better, they're planning to get him back." I shake my head and change the subject.

"Where are we?"

"Don't worry we're safe. For now. We are still on the plane headed to District 13 to see this so-called 'Resistance'."

My mind is streaming with the possibilities to where Peeta might be. He is with Johanna and Enobaria. That is, if they are still alive. My feelings for him haunt me. It hurts knowing that I'll never know just what I wanted to feel.

"I want to see my family." He took me to another cabin in the aircraft where Prim and Rory were looking out a big window.

"Prim!" I gasped. I exchanged a glance at Rory and he seemed relieved.

"Katniss! I'm so glad you finally woke up!" Prim said as she hugged me. "You need to check out the view!" she said as she pulled away.

We went to the window where she originally was looking out from. All I saw were trees, as if I hadn't seen those enough. She was trying to help though, and I appreciated that.

"Wow, it's a beautiful view." I remarked. I couldn't say anything else because that's when I saw my mother.

"Mom?" I race to embrace her so hard I bet her insides almost spilled out.

"Katniss." She said as she stroked my hair, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." I smiled back at her, to let her know I felt the same way.

She led me deeper into that cabin and sat me down. Piles of broth and water were put before me. My stomach growled. My mom had already served me so I sat down and ate. My appetite was big considering the dilemmas we were having.

Over the intercom the pilot told us to stay put because we were now hovering over District 13. A strange aroma of liquor blared through my nostrils until we landed.

Once I saw Haymitch, The ground below me suddenly seemed so cold. I was still annoyed at our conversation earlier. Much to my dismay, he called me over, but I kept walking with my mother and Prim. He caught up to me though and said hello. Just a "hello"? Really? After everything he put me, us, through? "Hello"?

"What do you want?" I calmly whispered.

"Katniss, we need to talk about Peeta. At our new base." I almost believed his sympathy.

"Where do we talk?" I scoffed at him.

"The Subway." He scoffed back, still playing my game. He walked away with Plutarch soon after a brief stare down between us. I don't know what his wistful look could mean—but it'll mean something. I was surprised that conversation went by without one of us trying to choke the other.

~XxXxXxXxXxXxX~

So it turns out District 13 was a city called "New York" in the old times. We are currently staying in what they called "Manhattan". Manhattan is where all of us survivors from District Twelve are staying, including some 200 residents from the old District Thirteen. According to the residents; District Thirteen has used the old New Yorkan buildings because they were so stable. Of course, they fixed them up and all, but now it's destroyed all over again. So, food for thought: the room I'm staying in probably belonged to someone who witnessed when their world being destroyed.

Anyway, I just came back from visiting the Hawthornes' and Gale resumed back to his ways. And by that I mean, those ways. Of course being me I ignored it, but I just couldn't and I didn't.

I want to ignore the signals he gives me, or Peeta gave me, but I just can't anymore. Especially with Peeta and Gale. Gale is my best friend. Peeta is. . .I don't even know anymore, but he means something great and my stomach churns when I think about him. And now as I'm walking toward my "new home" I feel horrible. Horrible for not being able to save him. My eyes are getting watery but this time I can't make them stop.

I hurry to our assigned apartment and I get in to my room. I cry myself up on my torn mattress.

Prim is knocking on the door asking if I'm okay, I don't feel like answering. I cry under my hard pillow and scream like a maniac. Images of my bizarre and surreal past bind me. Blood everywhere. Allies gone. Rue. Thresh. Mags. Johanna. Peeta.

I pout for hope. I scream for redemption. I pray for an alibi. I mourn for my old life.

After I calm down, I drift off to sleep. I feel something had been lifted off my shoulders. I begin dreaming of possible things I might have left to do in my short life. But all that was interrupted.

I see a boy.

From that moment on, I knew this is the start of a new adventure. Something was going to change. Whether it will be for the good or the bad is unknown to me, but I'm taking the chance. I force myself into a surreal world. The boy's image is more vivid than ever.

Blurry vision is not good when waking up in an unknown location. Clearly, as I regain my vision, I am not where I'm supposed to be. My instincts fire up.

I turn to the boy. "Where am I?" Something about his green eyes had me captivated.

"You're in Manhattan. Um. . .who are you?" The boy has a mischievous look. He doesn't seem to want to harm me, so my guard goes down a bit.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen." I said sternly as I looked around the spacious room. My head throbbed with a strange pain.

". . .Catnip Evergreen?" He adds a small chuckle but hides it.

"Not you too. . . it's Katniss Everdeen!" Do I look like cat food to everyone?

"Okay! Katniss. Got it." He had a funny smile plastered on his face. I didn't know what to think.

"You mentioned I was in Manhattan. But Manhattan doesn't exist anymore." I point out.

"What do you mean it doesn't exist anymore. . .?" His smile wipes off his face.

"But it was destroyed in the Old Time like District 13 was. . ."

"Percy, who are you talking to?" A female voice down the hall asked.

"Nobody!" The boy named "Percy" responded.

"Look. . .can we talk outside? I don't think my mom would be so happy if she saw me with a girl. . ." Excuse Me? "Sitting on my bed. . ." OH.

"Sure." I glance at him for a while and he looks back. We stay like that for a while before turns away and opens the window. He also puts a bizarre flower on the floor. I find myself going back to his face. He nudges me over with him as he goes through the window and I follow. We stand on a micro balcony face to face.

Who are you? What secrets do you posses? What do you fight for? Who do you love?

•Percy's POV•

I tried to contain my laugh when she gained consciousness. I'm pretty sure I came off as a down-right Edward Cullen creeper watching her sleep for a good ten minutes like that. I honestly couldn't help but think what the gods have in store for me now. Putting an attractive stranger on my bed is not funny. I hope no one is trying to prove a point here.

We stand on the balcony awkwardly. I really can't figure out what she is. Nymph, demigod, goddess (it happens, trust me), or a mortal who snuck into my house. The more I look at her, however, I get shrills. I'm starting to think she's neither of the given categories I just stated.

"How can you be so calm when a person just appears in your room? If I were you I would have already killed the person on the spot." What a wonderful way to start a conversation. Nice to meet you too, I eat monsters for breakfast.

I shrug and respond though. "Well let's just say it's kind of normal—for me at least."

"Strange." She mumbles.

Her eyes grow insanely large and I look back instantly. I groan in annoyance. Even on my birthday, hell sends me a gift.

"What is. . .that?" She asks bewildered. The Minotaur's nostrils blare.

Wait, hold up. She can see it? I look at her again for the millionth time. Who the heck is this girl? My battle reflexes turn on for action.

"Stand back, Katniss!" I warn.

"Like if I had an option on this balcony!" She yells back, offending my balcony. I uncap Riptide and jump on the bars surrounding the building. Sadly the Minotaur elbows me against the wall.

"Percy!" She yells. Finally, I hear her say my name.

She jumps like a boss on the metal railing and snatches Riptide from the bars. She throws a brick at the monster which grants her its attention (and you know, that made me fall a couple of feet onto the cold rigged ground, but that's always expected). She jumps off the bars into the open and throws Riptide like a spear straight into where the Minotaur's heart would be.

I regain composure from the ground and swoop in to catch her, but that turns out horribly wrong because I kinda missed. We skid across the concrete.

"What was that?" She coughs and pushes me back rudely.

"Something that shouldn't have come. . ." I grab her hand. "Come with me! I have to take you somewhere!"

"What are you talking about? I just met you!" She pulls her hand back and gives me this look.

Don't I seem creeper. I just met her and now I want to take her to Camp Half-Blood. Might as well go to Disneyland with her and take pictures with Minnie and Mickey.

"I know I just met you! But you really need to come with me! You weren't supposed to see that Minotaur!" I wince, waiting for a remark to bite me back.

"Why not?" She spat.

"Because you're a mortal!" I ball my fits. Shut. Up. Girl. And to think I even considered Disneyland for us.

"And you aren't?" She yelled back. Wish I could just knock her out . . . but that would be rude . . . there's people around.

"Well technically I'm not. I'm a half-blood. . ." I pause to acknowledge what I just told a complete stranger who saved my butt. What is this?

Can this day get any better?

•Katniss' POV•

A half-blood? Just hearing him say that word sent chills down my spine.

"Well, I'm a half-hippo. Nice to meet you!" I say sarcastically. I can't believe I just said that. I'm standing with a boy who wants to take me to an unknown place and I call myself a hippo?

"Um, I'm not joking around . . . I really need to take you somewhere. . ."

"Well I'm not letting you!" I step back a few feet. I am never letting this boy one inch close to me. The last thing I'll ever need is to kidnapped.

I see white. A queasy feeling consumes me and puffy clouds surround me. What is. . .? I look one last time at the boy's face. He as confused as me but I'm honestly glad to not have to talk to him again.

But strangely . . . I know this isn't the end . . .

I wake up on my bed. I am sweating. Drenched in it actually.

What just happened?

A/N: This is a new IMPROVED version of chapter one…but please read on :} You'll be surprised to see what comes next…

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