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Author's Note: Hunger Games and Percy Jackson crossover! Hopefully this chapter is okay! Just to note, the reaping's were actually randomized beforehand on my part. Rewritten.

Just the Beginning

Percy's POV

Percy Jackson woke up with a start. He drew his sword instantly, standing up from his tiny bed. "Who's there?!" he exclaimed, his awareness faltering, the snug, coziness of his meager but comfortable bed getting lost in the suddenness.

The result was a squeeze of his hands; a gentle squeeze. Mom, he thought warmly.

"It's just me, Percy," Sally Jackson smiled kindly at her only son. "Last minute emergency. Gaea is calling a meeting at the Capitol. Everyone between twelve and eighteen must attend or else imprisonment. You'll see Annabeth." Percy's eyes drooped but perked up at the last part.

"Annabeth," Percy repeated tiredly. It had been a month since he'd last seen Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, Percy's girlfriend. Of course, they'd written consistently, but it was never enough. Annabeth was a citizen of District 6. Percy was a citizen of District 3. Ever since Gaea won the war, she'd separated all the demigods by their godly parents, forcing away friends and significant others alike. Fortunately, mortals were allowed to go wherever, so Percy's mother and stepfather both owned a single story house with them. Poseidon - or Neptune, to the Romans - was the mayor of District 3, who took care of all the residents and tried his best to make sure everyone stayed alive. It was full of confused, hallucinating mortals, and Percy was practically the only demigod there, but it was nice enough; with lots of oceans and rivers and lakes nearby. Percy's home was right on the river, which he liked. If only Annabeth could join him there... Percy pushed the bittersweet thought aside. Poseidon had warned him that he would go insane if he didn't focus on the good parts about District 3 and the life after the war. Like the thought that Annabeth was still there, and all of Percy's friends, too. Like the thought that at least he was allowed to live with a teensy bit of liberty.

Sally's eyes twinkled. "Yes, I'm sure Annabeth will be there. As will your other friends." she pulled Percy up. "Now get dressed. We can't be late." she muttered, her kind face replaced with a look of melancholy. She shifted. "Come on now, Paul is already at the door."

Percy complied, and before he knew it, he, Sally, and Paul were out the door, heading to District 3's train station. The only time they ever came to the train station was to visit District 6 for Annabeth, but it was expensive as heck. That was why he never visited any of his other friends... The guilty thought crept into Percy's exhausted head.

"Percy?" an old man's voice caught the demigod's attention.

"Dad?" he asked, surprised. It was always shocking to him how old his father seemed. Living in such a dystopia with Gaea in charge really seemed to be taking its toll on the god of the sea. Not that Percy blamed him in the slightest. It hurt him, too.

Poseidon's face was wrinkled and his eyes had lost their sparkle. His Hawaiian shirt was outdated, and he was in desperate need of a new one. "Whatever she has you do... I hope you know that I love you, son."

Percy wasn't quite sure what his father meant; but he nevertheless gave him a weak smile. "Love you too, Dad."

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It was only a few hours before the train arrived in the bright, early morning. Percy had slept shockingly soundly in the compartment he, Sally, and Paul shared. The Capitol was beautiful, its radiance glowing with culture and architecture. It had been designed with the wonderful artwork of Arachne the spider; Annabeth's mom, Athena's, nemesis. The thought made him angry. All of the architecture was slave labor done by Grover and Tyson... All of the nice monster-like animals that Gaea had turned into pure slaves. And Arachne was supposed to be in Tartarus, where Annabeth had left her!

"Seaweed Brain!" Percy turned around to be face to face with a girl with wavy blonde hair, a tan, and intelligent, fierce gray eyes that always seemed to be analyzing how best to kill you no matter how close you got to them. The girl was wearing a tattered orange T-shirt, similar to the one Percy wore, and denim shorts. Annabeth.

Annabeth wrapped him in a warm embrace, which consequently turned into a kiss. Annabeth was there. All was well in the world.

"Come on, Seaweed Brain, you know I'd like to stay here with you..." she paused. "But we haven't seen the others in months. And I haven't seen Luke in years..." Percy playfully punched her as she wore her mock dreamy expression. Ever since Gaea had brought all the dead demigods back to life, Annabeth had made it a joke to always mention how much she missed Luke Castellan, her former crush, just to see how Percy would react.

"Percy! Annabeth!" the pair refocused their gaze at the sound of a male voice. It was Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter. Jason was in a tattered purple T-shirt that matched that of the girl next to him, Reyna Ramírez-Arellano. Jason's electric blue eyes scanned Percy and Annabeth with a smile similar to Percy's smile, except much less goofy. Reyna, daughter of Bellona, Jason's best friend and maybe a crush (although Percy wasn't sure: after all, he was still dating Piper to all of his knowledge), had her normal cold and unreadable expression, but Percy felt he saw a slight smile playing on her lips and a sparkle in her obsidian eyes.

"What's up?" Percy asked Jason, clapping him on the back, while Reyna and Annabeth were having a hearty reunion. Surprisingly, after the war, aside from Percy, Reyna was the person that Annabeth had visited the most. Now that he thought of it, the two girls were pretty similar.

Jason smiled, "Nothing much, you?"

Percy was about to respond when a booming voice entered the stadium. A booming voice that made Percy's blood boil. The voice of Gaea.

"Everyone, take a seat at your district's podium. I have allowed you enough time for foolish reunions. I did not call an emergency meeting for nothing." Sure didn't, Percy sighed, wondering what Gaea was about to say.

Her eyes danced evilly. "After much thought, I had realized that I was being unfair to you." Percy took his mother's hand, heading towards the District 3 area. "We have a problem. There are too many demigods - much too many demigods. Therefore... we shall be having our very own Hunger Games. The Demigod Games." Percy's eyes widened in horror. Most people had read the books, or in Percy's case, seen the movies, but he sensed that those who didn't were being informed at this very moment. Sally squeezed her son's hand, tears forming in her eyes. She sent him a silent message. You had better survive this. Sally hugged Percy has tight as she could; a bittersweet moment. After all, if there were hunger games, and Percy was the only son of Poseidon... he had no plausible way to survive.

Everyone was horrified; parents and children alike.

"Are you scared now, mortals? Are you scared now, demigods?!" Gaea cackled. "This is just the beginning."