Hello, newbies and followers alike!

Let me tell you something before you read. This is a sequel to another fanfic. WAITWAIT WAIT. Before you go, know that you don't HAVE to read it, but I recommend it.

This includes characters from ALL of my other fanfictions (only three) but you don't have to read them. I would love if you did! I am ALWAYS open to reviews, despite the stories being over.

WELCOME TO THE GAMEMASTER'S TRIALS.

IT'S OKAY IF YOU DIE, SOMEONE ELSE WILL LIVE.

AND ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.

Joanne POV

EEEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEP! The bird outside screeched, and I jumped, waking up suddenly and reaching to shut off my alarm clock. This is how every day should start off. I thought, as I sat up, rubbing the back of my head tiredly. With a heart attack. But I only hit a piece of with a dull thunk.

This wasn't my alarm clock. And, I would probably never see my alarm clock again. It was a stick that supported my lean-to in the middle of the woods.

I knew, instead of tiredly falling to the rungs of the ladder leading down from my loft bed, but that I would sit up and most likely hit my head on the roof of the living quarters.

I knew I would wake up sweaty, greasy, and with my hair somehow pulled into a ponytail with the rubber band I found in my back pocket. There was NO WAY I was getting the band out now. My hair had probably engulfed it in a nasty mess by now.

Why am I so concerned about my hair? Because I would like to focus on anything other than the fact I was trapped on a dome. And my ugly, dirty face was probably being viewed by billions people around the world….

My name is Joanne Madigan. I am either 14 or 15. I wasn't sure. Time was pretty much irrelevant here.

As a matter of fact, The Gamemaster never told us what happens to the ten survivors.

I pushed that thought away and looked around me.

I was alone.

Any tiredness I had fell away instantly, and I grabbed my dagger and rushed out, and I saw an empty clearing. "Oh gods." I said, and lowered my voice to a low whisper. "Maylee. Maylee. MAYLEE."

"HI JOANNE!" Maylee whispered loudly, so that it was more like regular speech, and I saw her sitting in a low branch of a tree, her grimy hands holding a faded pink My Little Pony toy. I think that was its original color- It's skin was ingrained with the dark brown mud of the swampy land. She was running her hands through the pony's mane, and she looked at me through half-lidded eyes, almost like she was taunting me.

"WHAT are you DOING?!"

"Maylee doin' NOOOTHING." Maylee said, still looking at me, and I swear she was smiling. How she changed in two weeks. And it wasn't exactly for the better. I guess you could argue me on that, but I didn't like her new attitude. She also referrers to herself in the third person. My dad-well, my step-dad apparently, told me psychopaths talk like that.

"Maylee. C'mon. We have to hunt."

"Oh no. I am not sitting in dirty. Maylee don't like the mud. Maylee don't like that stuff. Ask Laura." She said, and turned away. She smiled when she saw the enraged look on my face.

"GET. THE. HECK. DOWN. HERE. Don't you DARE say her NAME." I growled.

"Maylee knows you don't like Laura. Laura made you go bye-bye. Maylee know that make Joanne very very sad…"

"Maylee McDaniel. GET. DOWN."

"Maylee won't do it." Maylee said, turning up her nose at the idea.

"Maylee. C'mon. Let's go." I groaned.

"Maylee is going to wait for our saviors!"

"Alriiiight." I gave up. "Don't kill anyone." I said, no longer a joke. Killing wasn't a joke here. Day and night, I would be woken by the sound of cannons. Sometimes alone, but sometimes…..the sound of cannons went on for minutes. I made it a job to count the number of deaths.

WAIT WAIT WAIT. WHAT?! I bet you are all wondering. DEATHS?! Cannons?! And why is- where- what?! Is probably running through your minds right now.

One hundred girls, ages five through eighteen, have been trapped in a dome. Only ten are left alive. The Gamemaster, the overlord of this horrible game, never even said what happens after we live. Or "WIN". The only thing keeping me from falling asleep and never waking up is the hope I will leave someday.

I fell into this world before. Over a month ago, I fell into a hole in a waterfall after Maylee predicted my death. I was transported here….and I died here. I never told anyone that. I never told them- my friends- about the time a silver arrow went straight through my eye socket and killed me.

I awoke in my own world. But, I was different. My eye color changed to a golden yellow. It was almost unnaturally yellow. My hair had turned blonde from my time in the sun, and the only thing keeping my overgrown hair from getting in my eyes as I ran for my life was the mud sticking it to my head. Who knew mud was so helpful?

Hunger Games-ish. But this wasn't like that. They were teenagers, trained to if they lived, they would be famous. But here , here, there were untrained, unarmed, five-year-olds.

I stopped myself from wondering how many of the cannon blasts signified the deaths of these kids.

Forty six. Forty six girls have been strangled, starved, shot, suffocated, stabbed-

Why is it that seemingly all of the horrible ways to die shave the letter "S" on the front? Maybe it looked like a snake. Snakes are evil.

"No promises." She said, looking off into the distance, swinging her feet.

I crouched low, and avoided the louder spots of the swam, stepping on the fallen logs instead of covering my feet in half-wet mud. Since wearing socks and shoes to sleep cuts off circulation, I slept with them next to me. But the water to clean them was far away, and I would have to take Maylee, and stay long enough for them to dry- and I was told if I was seen entering that area, they would kill me.

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG story.

I would explain, but…

I caught sight of a rabbit hole, and I approached it, unsure if the rabbit(s) were home.

I was inches awa, as a grey rabbit popped ot, and I grabbed it, and it squirmed and tried to bite me. I took the dagger out of my belt loop, but then heard the sound of squealing babies.

I cursed, and put the knife away, and I stroked the rabbit for a while, calming it down. I put the rabbit in my shirt, making a basket for it, and dug up the hole, and put the babies in my shirt as well, and cursed them for their noise as I ran back. I found the tree that had been stuck through with a discarded arrow, ad turned. Maylee looked at me curiously when she saw the bulge in my shirt. "What did you get?"

"Rabbits."

"ohhhhhh. Fluffy bunnies! I LOVE fluffy bunnies!" She said, and I helped her down the tree.

She picked up one, and it squealed and writhed, and when I touched it, it stopped.

Maylee looked at me, and used her other hand to poke in between my eyes.

"Your eyes. They are golden." Maylee said, and I blinked, and Maylee shook her head. "Still glowing."

"Glowing? It's never glowed before." I said, and moved my hand off the rabbit to touch my head, and the rabbit cried again.

"It stopped." Maylee stated, and put the rabbit back in my shirt. "What are you going to do with them? I won't let you eat them." She said.

"I am going to do what is necessary for our survival. And I'm not eating them. I don't want to eat the babies. The Mom needs to take care of them."

"Can, I pet them more?"

"Sure Maylee." I said, and I drew a circle in the damp dirt with my hand, and let the bunnies scamper out of my shirt.

I had learned how to use my magic more here, over the past month, and I have been testing things out. I could make a "Calm Bubble" where everything was peaceful. The only problem was with them, even the caster was affected, and had to stay within the circle for it to work. But someone could come by and shoot me, and I wouldn't be able to fight back unless I stepped out and broke the spell.

And the caster took all of the people's negative emotions within the circle.

So while Maylee smiled and played, I felt my heart grow cold as I felt her longing, her pain, confusion, anger, and I felt the rabbit's primal terror and need to survive.

But I smiled and the old Maylee come back, as she smiled and played with the bunnies.

I knew I couldn't hold this spell forever. Peace only lasted for so long-

I felt the warmth of the Calm Bubble break, and I saw the innocent gleam in Maylee's eyes disappear. The bunnies begun to scatter, but I quickly collected them again.

I also learned that I radiated calmness. When the rabbits touched me they curled up against me, taking in my magical warmth. Sadly, this didn't work when I touched Maylee. She had a cold feeling, something I couldn't shake move or creep around. It was a window. Not a wall, but a window. I could feel the old May (my nickname for Maylee) still there, trapped, and I could almost see her through the misted glass.

But nothing I did broke the glass.