Summery:
Twelve children from Hogwarts, twelve Demigods from Camp Half-Blood, and twelve Muggles are forced to participate in the Blood Battles, which happens every 1000 years. There is one rule: Kill or Be Killed.
I OWN NOTHING.
There is no honorable way to kill,
No gentle way to destroy,
There is nothing good in War,
Except it's ending.
-Abraham Lincoln.
The Blood Battles were said to be a myth, taken place every 1000 years... but they were wrong.
The first goblet, known as the Goblet of Blood, not unlike the Goblet of Fire, had appeared in the Ministry of Magic, and claimed that The Blood Battles would be starting soon...
Minister Fudge stood before the prophet, camera's flashing brightly.
"Minister, is there anyway to stop The Blood Battles?"
"I am afraid to say no." Fudge said. "The Blood Battles are ancient, made before even Hogwarts was founded. Perhaps even before the Founders themselves. A dark curse was placed upon the mysterious goblets, and we must do this in order to stop the Goblets from destroying the universe."
In War,
Both the Winners and Losers
Lose.
-Unknown.
The Gods have feared The Blood Battles for many, many centuries... and they have a good reason to.
The second goblet, known as the Goblet of Death, had appeared in Zeus's kingdom, and claimed that The Blood Battles are coming, as they had for many years, and where getting very, very close...
Zeus stood before his brother, Poseidon, an angry frown on his face.
"I can't stop The Blood Battles, Poseidon!" he said angrily. "You know this! If I could, I would!"
Poseidon sighed. He knew very well that his brother couldn't stop the Battles, no matter what. But the fear of his son entering...
"I know, Zeus..."
Zeus's eyes softened slightly. "Good."
And with that, he stalked away.
War is Only a Cowardly Escape
From the Problems of Peace.
-Thomas Mann.
The Muggle Minister has heard of the Blood Battles, and thought they were just some myth, a made up story, like that Hunger Games book his niece loved.
But when the third goblet, The Goblet of Pain, appeared in his office, and he was visited by the Minister of Magic, who explained, a sense of dread settled in his stomach.
"B-But you can stop it, right? Your magic!"
Fudge shook his head sadly. "Magic doesn't have the answers to everything..."
