Hi guys! I'm waiting for some SYOS's before I keep writing The Slytherin Queen, and I am waiting to gain the rest of the tributes before continuing The Forgotten Games soo...Here you go!

Annabeth's POV

It had been a while since the 100th games, about a year honestly. Which only ment one thing. It was almost time for the Reaping. Canary was still young, but Gavin. No, we all lived in Victors Village now, he didn't sign up for tessare or anything. It was because the Capitol liked putting the family of victors into the games if possible. And there was no doubt Gavin was going to be a tribute this year.

My head shot up as I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Shaking away my shock, I called for the visitor to come in.

"Annabeth," the door opened, and it was Gavin. I have to admit, even after nearly a year, it was weird to see him without coal dust caked into his hair or smudged on his face. "You have a visitor."

I stood up shakily. Katniss had warned me this would happen. Our feat in the Games last year was not going to go unnoticed.

I scampered down the steps, and waltzed into the sitting room, hoping to look worryless. I let out a breath when I saw who it was. It wasn't President Yessica, it was Mayor Prime. I sat down in a chair across from him, and smiled.

"Yes?" I asked. He had a look of horror in his eyes.

"You haven't seen Percy recently, have you?" he asked, voice shaking.

"Uh, not since he went to the lake this morning," I recalled.

"Miss Annabeth, I don't mean to alarm you," the mayor twisted his hands, his silver hair now a dark gray thanks to sweat. "We have reason to believe he was taken by the Capitol."

I sat there, frozen in place.

"You don't say," I said through clenched teeth.

"Annabeth."

I turned my head, and Katniss was standing at the door.

"You need to take this into caution," she told me. "Peeta was taken once before, and it wasn't pretty."

"I'm going," I scolded, standing up.

"Going where?" Katniss asked.

"To the lake," I rolled my eyes as if it was obvious, which it should have been. "To prove that he's still there. Probably just underwater or something."

"Annabeth, you don't understand!" Katniss exclaimed, blocking the door. "Let me take care of this! I thought children of Athena knew when they had to let go."

"Well, then I'm sorry," I told her opening the window. "Guess I was wrong, I'm not a daughter of Athena."

"Annabeth wait!" Katniss called, but I was already speeding down the streets of District 12, towards the woods.

I climbed over the fence, and landed on my feet on the other side. The woods seemed strange, eerie even. I crept further in, and the deeper I got, the more I believed I wouldn't find Percy. I finally made my way toward the pond, which was uninhabited. I looked in. No sign of anything except clear water. Then, once again, I saw his bow and arrows leaning on the trunk of a tree.

I walked over to them, and held the bow in my hands. It was cold. As I studied it more, I saw a few spots of blood from the night of the career attack. I slid down, until I was sitting on the dying grass.

I didn't know how to react. Sure, I could break down, but that's not what a child of Athena would do.

Except, I thought. I'm not. Like Katniss said, I'm not a child of Athena if I don't know how to let someone else handle it. And I clearly don't know.

So, not caring if Peacekeepers found me, I started screaming and kicking the tree.