Hello guys, so I am starting a new fanfic. It is a Mortal Instruments and Hunger Games crossover. Please review and tell me if you like it.

Katniss POV

I pulled back the bowstring and let the arrow fly. It hit the small deer in the neck. Not exactly the eye, but good enough.

I swung the bow around my shoulder and trotted over to grab the dead animal. Pulled out the arrow and wiped the blood off on the grass. I then stuffed it back into my quiver. It would be hard getting this one to the Hob.

I lifted it and put it on my other shoulder.

While walking back to the fence, I stopped for a short break when I had to hide my bow and sheath of arrows.

I was losing daylight. I kept walking until I heard a rustle in the bushes. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw nothing.

I stepped closer and noticed something blueish. Then out of the bushes stepped Gale.

"Hey, Catnip," he said to me. I put the deer down.

"God, you scared me!" I exclaimed, but not too loud.

"Sorry, I hid because I didn't see you. All I could see was the deer."

"Oh, well, it's getting dark. Did you get anything?" I asked.

"Two rabbits." He bent down and picked up the dead rabbits. They were decently sized and could sell for a good amount of money.

"Want to go to the Hob now?"

"Yeah," he said putting his slingshot in his back pocket. "Let's go."

We walked all the way to the Hob, not saying much. When we arrived, we parted ways to sell our catches.

I got more than the usual amount for my small deer. It was probably because they felt bad for the kids. Tomorrow was the reaping. I put my name in a few more times than last year, but so so many times that I really had to worry. I would live to go and win and get the money and food, but who would feed Prim and my mom?

With the money I had, I bought some soup and dried fruit. I had a little bit left and I knew if I kept it, my mom would take it and wouldn't buy anything useful with it. I suddenly remembered Clary's birthday was in a few days. We always bought each other something small, even if it was just a piece of candy. We only got what we could afford. I looked around the Hob and saw an older woman selling jewelry. She had many different kinds of things, pins made of rusted metal, bracelets of buttons, and necklaces of little rocks. I walked up to the woman.

"Hello," she said. "Are you looking for something special?"

"No. Just a small present for my friend." I looked at everything she had laid there. One thing stood out to me the most. The little red-painted pin made out of a tin can. It had a little symbol painted on it in black.

"What is that?" I asked her.

"That, child, is an Angelic Power rune. It helps ward off demons and evils."

"I'll get that," I said.

Clary POV

I woke up groggily. It was cold in the small drafty house we had.

My mom walked into our one big bedroom. "Good morning, honey." She smiled.

}Oh right, I thought, the reaping.

"Luke is working until the reaping, so you probably won't see him til afterwards," she said wistfully.

I nodded.

I got out of bed as my mom walked out of the room. I put on my nicest clothes, a short-sleeved, long-skirted faded salmon dress. It wasn't much, but it was all I had.

I braided my hair over the top and left it down on the sides.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the main room of our house. I sat at the table and started I think, }If I got picked, would I even survive the first day? I could throw knives, but that was it. I had never killed anything but animals, how could I kill a human?

All I knew was, I could not get picked.

Katniss POV

I stood by Clary in the bunch of kids gathered in front of the stage. She hugged me and gave me a sad smile. I'd been getting those a lot today.

Clary glanced over at the boys' area. She locked eyes with her best friend, Simon. I only really knew him from Clary. Clary was my only friend besides Gale. She was also two years older than me.

Effie Trinket walked onto the small stage. Her dress was a mixture of creams and scarlets. Effie had her hair pulled back into an eccentric braided bun with ruby streaks and ribbons intertwined. She said her introduction and played the video. I had zoned out for most of that.

"...May the odds be ever in your favor," Effie said, "Ladies first."

She dipped her crimson-nailed hand into the glass jar of dreadful parchment. Out she pulled a name. The name of a person who would likely die.

"Clarissa Fairchild." Clary's eyes visibly widened. As did mine.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as she slowed stepped towards the path between the boys and girls. She was entirely speechless.

The peacekeepers stepped in front, in back, and beside her as if she'd run at the first chance she'd get.

Effie smiled at her as she stepped onto the stage. Clary didn't shed a tear; she was always one of the strongest people I'd known.

"Now, the boys." Her hand, yet again, reached into the glass abyss. She let her fingers wander through the sea of papers.

Then, she'd picked one, changing someone's life for the worse.

"Simon Lewis."

Simon walked up onstage. This was when Clary began to cry. Even though she had only let a few hot tears escape, it was enough to show me how truly devastated she was.

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