Hey, everybody! Yes, in this version Nico is straight (I swear I don't have anything against gay people this is just how I wrote it). If you don't recognize any of the names or last names, they are my creation! Sadly, I don't own either of these stories.(Annabeth's POV)

I hate him.

I hate Ocatvian.

I hate what Camp Half-Blood became.

I hate the Romans.

I hate Reaping Day.

I am filled with hate. I can't find a scrap of joy or love left for the place I once called home. Memories of smiles and happiness were just that: memories. Rachel Dare steps up to the stage, under the Athena Parthenos. She is clearly in pain. She hates performing the Reaping as much as I hate Octavian.

"As you all know, Gaea has taken over America and renamed it Panem. She placed Octavian in charge of Camp Half-Blood." I look around me at the assembled crowd of potential tributes. All of them - including me - look ragged and starved. Because that's just what they are.

"We will be picking a male and female demigod from each Olympian."

I look over at Nico and Sara. The two of them hold hands, looking perfectly calm. I know their names are the only ones in the Hades containers. They will be Reaped, no question about it.

"We'll start with Apollo!" Rachel says. "Ladies first, as always. Let's see...Kayla Baxter!"

I peer over at the Apollo females, and they step out of the way to clear a path for a 16-year-old with a bright green streak through her brown hair. She tries to keep a straight face as she steps up. Rachel looks as though a hot nail is being driven into her back.

"The male Apollo tribute is...Will Solace!" Will walks up, taking his place next to Kayla.

"Moving on to Ares! The female Ares tribute will be...Clarisse La Rue!"

Clarisse strides up confidently, but I can see in her eyes she's not quite sure she can make it through. For the first time in a while, I feel sorry for her.

The male tribute is called, and Hephaestus, Hermes, Aphrodite, and Demeter tributes are Reaped as well. Soon it's the Athena cabin's turn.

"The female tribute is...Primrose Everdeen!"

I look down in horror at my little half-sister. She hates hunting, barely touches a weapon in her life, is only twelve years old, and won't last a second in the Arena.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" I yell, raising my hand as Prim walks up. Rachel doesn't look surprised.

"It appears we have a volunteer."

My whole body shakes as I walk up to the stage. I realize I had felt no single ounce of relief when my name wasn't called.

I stand on the stage, next to where Nico and Sara will soon be.

"The male Athena tribute...Cole Gery!"

The male Athena crowd makes way for Cole, a skinny, weak twelve-year-old who is practically a male version of Prim, but not as smart. He takes his place next to me, and I squeeze his elbow comfortingly.

Soon it's the Big Three.

I glance at the only three Posiedon kids: Percy, Tyson, and Sapphire, an eighteen-year-old I dread facing in the Arena. She's a Career tribute, trained in the art of killing. The rest of the Big Three children are also Career tributes, but hate the Games much more than Sapphire does. She has been looking forward to this for months, and there is a steely, bloody glint in her eyes. I'm going to have to watch out for her.

Nico and Sara are called, to no one's surprise. They are literally the only two Hades children.

"The female Poseidon tribute is...Sapphire Coil!"

"The male tribute is...Tyson Grant!"

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" Percy shouts immediately, again, to no one's surprise. Tyson is far to dumb to survive in the Arena - even Prim could outlast him.

Percy stumbles onto the stage, and locks eyes with me for a brief second. My heart aches. Oh, how I miss being with him.

I miss so many things...

Jason Grace a

nd Regite Quer are called for the Zeus cabin - again, no surprise.

"Now, because Hera never had children and the Hunters of Artemis have been wiped out-" I see a tear run down Rachel's cheek as she says this. "We pick two tributes from the Vase, where demigods from all the gods -except the Big Three - are chosen. For this one, we do men first, then ladies. Let's see... the male tribute is...Travis Stoll!" Travis shakes up the stairs, and I can tell he misses his brother Conor.

"And the female tribute is..." Rachel pulls out the card.

Her mouth falls open.

"Primrose Everdeen!"