Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, nor do I own the Hunger Games trilogy.
NB: characters will be ooc. if you're unsure about anything/have any questions don't hesitate to contact me.
Prologue
The year 2084 Anno Domini. That was the date swirling around in the classroom like waves. The room was alive, the sounds like the ocean beating the shore circled around the boy, the chatter like smooth white foam swept by him. He was oblivious to it all.
The 18 year old demigod, Percy Jackson, had his mind on only one thing - The Hunger Games of Olympia. Just five more days. Five more days until the reaping. He clenched his fist, the pen between his fingers came to a half as his hand squeezed closed, knuckles turning white. He wanted to be chosen, and he was sure he would be. He was ready of course. He was trained to be ready.
"Turn to page 364, and copy down the first paragraph on the page." The teacher requested at the front of the room and the ocean - the class - fell into silence.
Brushing his black hair out of his eyes, he quickly flipped to the page of his textbook and began abbreviating the paragraph into his exercise book.
"The year 2014 saw the fall of the Greek and Roman deities. Mortal technology had improved vastly in the 20th and early 21st centuries. Due to human greed for power, they produced technology to overcome the gods, resulting ultimately in the downfall of the heavens. Enslaved by humans, the gods were no more the powerful beings told in myths and legends. This is the true downfall of Rome."
The green-eyed boy sighed and he copied down the next few notes. "After the war between Gaea and the Olympian gods, the mortals took over, jumping at the chance when the gods were at their weakest. All gods except the Twelve Olympians were destroyed. Twelve districts were built and the land divided to surround the Capitol of Olympia. In each district the offspring of the gods and the mortals who worship them reside. Each year a celebration named the Hunger Games of Olympia is held to rejoice the overpowering of the gods."
Percy had only finished writing the last sentence when the dismissal bell rang. Collecting his papers and slinging his school bag over his shoulder, he and the other students stood up behind their desks, awaiting the old man's dismissal. "Be grateful that you live in District Four. Other districts have it far worse than us. The reaping is scheduled in five days, so I wish you all the best." The teacher waved his hand, permitting them to go home.
As the students made their way out of the classroom, Percy felt himself stop for a moment as the teacher's weary voice was heard amongst the scuffle of feet.
"And may the odds be ever in your favour."