Disclaimer: In no way do I own the Hunger Games or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. You have Susan Collins and Rick Riordan to thank for that.

Full Summary: After the second great prophesy nearly destroyed the world itself, a new rein took over, banishing the gods, and bringing terror to all of the surviving citizens. The Olympian Games began, supposedly to keep the people in order, for them to know who was in charge; and it did that. What most didn't know was this was the punishment, for everyone who had ever even associated with the gods- i.e. the demigods.

It was almost too easy.

The gods will always accept their call to duty, it was a rule. Even a fool like Dionysus knew that. It was almost ironic that each got imprisoned in their own territory. It wasn't like it was there's any more though.

I fingered the large blue mark of delta on the lid of the laptop.

Sometimes I wondered if what I was doing was wrong. They haunted my dreams sometimes, especially her, she nearly always visited me. She told me one day I'd suffer hell for all of my crimes, my "mistakes". How were they mistakes if I was benefiting?

They could have benefited too. I think some of them may have believed me, the world would be a better place with originals back. They made the world we live in today; maybe they could save us too.

My dear mother, Athena didn't seem to agree- she never does. Who was she to judge? Locked up in her own creations. She still, somehow, gets to me day and night…even in her prison.

Years have gone by since Gaea our mother earth was "defeated". With the help of those bratty camp half-blood kids of course; Perry and Annabelle was it? No matter now, they're long gone. The last war, the second great prophesy, wasn't so great after all. The world, Olympus, everything, fell like a popsicle on a sunny day. No one knew it was planned all along, by me of course. I am a daughter of Athena- perhaps not her favorite- but a daughter no less.

I rule now, this place called Protogenos, the last good bit of earth that hasn't been destroyed- the size of the ancient North America. We, the actual protogenos, titans, giants, monsters, and I, are unstoppable. We rule the world, the elements, even the people in our great capital city- Protogenoi.

The mortals, even the demigods, are so clueless. Very few even realize who their government is, or who they are. We demigods are the children of the gods and mortals, we have special abilities, talent, strength, speed- and yet they have no idea.

I stand up from my massive throne, setting Daedalus' laptop onto where I was previous sitting.

Just for a moment, I examined my throne with pride. It was made with the greatest architecture in the world! Well, by me. The designs, the height, curves- it would put a child of Hephaestus to shame. Down to my left and right, various thrones stood around the circular room, each never comparing to my own.

Heaving a sigh, I exited the empty room. Sometimes, life became tedious when you were immortal. Fifty years I've ruled, fifty years since my eighteenth birthday, fifty years since the gods lost power. I ran a hand through my silky black hair, I hadn't aged a day.

There have been few eruptions through the years, sometimes a particular monster, titan or giant would get greedy, a small fight would happen, and they'd once again learn their place- below me. Citizens would attempt at rebelling, but always get pushed back down.

The lone thing keeping them in place, still punishing the gods, entertaining me, were the Olympian Games. One person, it was always someone the gods had association with- of that I made sure- from each of the fourteen cities would become a tribute for their god. If their god helped them through the challenges of the Olympian Games without being killed by the elements, obstacles, monsters, or another tribute, they'd win- only one of them; the last one standing.

It was oh so too bad there was no way the gods could help them, and oh so too bad none of the fourteen knew their god was in chains somewhere. Dear Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades, the most powerful of all, couldn't save their children; let alone the other eleven gods.

I gave a cruel laugh as I passed two titan guards.

My fiftieth year in power, and so the fiftieth year of the Olympian Games, would be like no other.

Was I really that cruel? All I've always wanted was power and acceptance. I was the one who made a world, when the gods and humanity destroyed the last; with the help of Daedalus' inventions of course. I was the one who gave the titans, giants, monsters, Protogenoi, and every other creature who didn't belong in the gods' world, another chance; while the gods would have subjected them to the deepest pits of Tartarus. I loved once, I had a family, and friends, and a good life… not anymore.

Can you blame me for being a little heartless?

I was once Amber Oriole, just another girl from Camp Half-blood. Lost on a quest, believed dead- no one came looking for me, no one cared anymore. I took up my real name now, Ambrosia, or Queen Ambrosia.

Here in Protogenos, I had everything I've ever wanted. Maybe my rein came from fear, maybe I was hated, maybe I was a bad person… but I was queen. I had respect, acceptance, and most of all, power.

My dreams had come true at last.

Now I simply had to make sure no one else's ever did.

"Gaea." I nodded as I entered into the large meeting room. Mother Earth nodded back to me.

I strode through the completely marble, high ceiling room, and took my seat at the head of an ancient Greek table. The meeting room: where all plans were devised, where we conquered the world… this was where the magic happened- literally.

Ten sets of eyes, minus one for my daft assistant gamemaker was a Cyclops, stared at me expectantly.

Hastily, I cleared my throat. "This year, the fiftieth Olympian Games, will be special."

All around the table nodded.

"Usually, as you all know, we have the reaping, train ride, and chariot race," I paused studying each of their expressions, "then training at camp half, interviews and the games."

"This year? There will be almost none of that." I finished, looking around the table, daring them to challenge my judgment.

Of course, it was the daft assistant gamemaker to raise his hand.

"What Sump?" I asked, annoyed.

"Can I bake demigods into stew?" He asked, his one silver eye looking everywhere in the room but my face.

I heave a sigh, willing myself not to get angry. "You ask that every year Sump, and what is my response?"

"No." His voice suddenly changed feminine, a tone colder than an iceberg. How he imitated my voice to a point never failed to amaze me.

"Anyway," I continued as if I were never interrupted, "this year will like no other."

"And the arena my liege?" Gaea asked from the end of the table.

"Enceladus and I have already had it arranged." I said, nodding to the thirty foot giant taking up one side of the table. It was almost ironic he was placed on the Earth to destroy my mother, and now was aiding me, her daughter, in dominance.

Chatter arose around the table before me, while Sump began chanting "Demigods for lunch, demigods for brunch, demigods for… dinner?"

"Silence!" I yelled, slamming my pale hands onto the table.

Everyone look up in alarm.

"This year, there will be no trouble." I emphasized each word staring Koios, the other assistant gamemaker, down. The titan of knowledge council hadn't said a word this entire meeting, it was unlike him.

"Of this I'm not too sure Amber." He taunted, green/gold eyes glinting.

I glared at him fiercely, what the hell was he talking about? My games would be perfect!

He rose from his seat and pranced over to me, dark curls brushing my cheeks. Leaning in close, his cold breath met my ear:

"A tribute will come face to face

To the gods in chains she will race

Bring hope to the world by the strike of her knife

The death of our queen will end our strife."

I screeched pushing him away. I was immortal, I couldn't be brought down by some lowly tribute, I was queen. He continued without missing a beat, following me as I stalked out of the meeting room.

"A girl, a hero, will rise above

Or fall to the hand of a broken love."

There he stopped and with a Cheshire grin, backed away from me slowly.

My mind was reeling, one of the tributes would find a god, and then she'd destroy me… or fall to the hand of a broken love. A slow smile spread across my face; fall to the hand of a broken love. I'd make sure this unknown girl's prophesy never came true- whether now, or another fifty years later- I was queen after all, all powerful.

Maybe I was just a little bit cruel… but where would the fun be if I wasn't?


This is little plot bunny has been bothering me for a while, and when I began writing it… BOOM! Full-fledged story. If any of you readers want to test your characters odds (as extras) against the new country Protogenos, Queen Ambrosia, or the prophesy, in the Olympian Games, read the full amount of information and fill out the form on my profile. This will be ultimately just for fun, but I do have quite a few ideas in store! ABSOLUTELY NO SUBMITTING TRIBUTES BY REVIEW.

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