A/N: And so….welcome to the sequel of Our Story : The Beginning. Told'cha there'd be a sequel. Nothing is impossible.. ;P so, anyway. Yeah, I got this idea several months ago but my friend advised me not to do it for fear you guys are going to shish-kebab me. But what the heck? I'm gonna take a risk *puts on armor*
Disclaimer : Anything you do not recognize belong to me. Part of the plot might belong to me. Others go to Rick Riordan and Suzanne Collins.
Prologue
It's been months since I had that weird dream.
But it wasn't a dream.
It was reality.
If Gaea wins this war, that is what going to happen to us.
Well, since if Gaea wins this war, most of mankind would be annihilated and only a few remains. And the few that remains would form a new country called Panem (who names their country after the Latin word for 'bread'?).
Trust me : they don't live happily ever after.
Suppressed beneath a dictator's rule. Tortured for their amusement. Killed for their delight and amusement.
My name is Percy Jackson and I am sixteen-years-old. Recently, while on our way to Rome (as in, Rome in Italy) on our super duper mega trooper awesome-sauce ride, Argo II, we got attacked by our 'enemies', the Romans (as in New Rome in San Francisco). They're not actually our enemies but a slight accident in New Rome leads to a misunderstanding which leads to what happened recently to our sweet ride.
They nearly destroyed half of the ship (which made Leo mad. Extremely. Mad) and we had to take a rest for a day for Leo to patch things up. Luckily for us, he is a quick repairer so we managed to escape from the clutches of some Underworld nasties.
So, anyway. During the attack, I got knocked down by Octavian (of all people?!). Okay, not exactly by him since Jason said Octavian had some really buff dudes knock me out. Okay, so the main point of this story : Hera (the Annoying Goddess of Family and Marriage) sent me to Panem, just to show me what could happen if Gaea wins.
And there's this really horrible annual event called 'The Hunger Games' where 24 tributes aged 12-18, 1 male and 1 female from each districts (there's 12) are selected at a ceremony called 'The Reaping'. One may volunteer – a boy for the male tribute, a girl for the female tribute. I volunteered for the male tribute for District 12, Peeta Mellark in the 74th Hunger Games.
I joined forces with the Careers (tributes from Districts 1,2 and 4) until the male tribute from 2, Cato stuck a knife in my leg. And then I allied up with a little girl from District 11 named Rue, who died in my arms a few days later when Marvel (tribute from 1) shish-kebabed her. After that, I teamed up with my fellow tribute from 12, Katniss Everdeen.
And then I died.
Which really sucks because dying in dreams literally does. I mean, in the Games, Cato from Two was the one who killed me. He stuck his sword in my left chest and now I am left with a really, really ugly scar. Usually, I'm not one who's foreign to scars but this one makes me extremely uncomfortable. Especially every time I take off my shirt because Annabeth would just stare at it. Which is kinda flattering, but still pretty uncomfortable for me.
Oh, you don't understand me? Okay, it's like this : when the Romans attacked our ship, Octavian and two of his buffy accomplices knocked me out, giving me quite a concussion. During me being unconscious, Hera sent me to the future and the rest is history. I mean, the rest is as I told you before.
Still not getting it? I think you should read the first book before opening this one. I mean, that's why it's called a SEQUEL. Right?
Okay, so where was I? Right. And after I regained my consciousness, my father, Poseidon told me all about Hera's plan and BOOM! Now we're here.
Where's here, you might ask?
Here…as in…Panem.