A/N: Ok so this is my first ever fanfic! So, please go easy on me and if you have any advice or comment please review and tell me because I really don't want to mess this up. If you have any questions about this fanfic then please review and I swear I'll answer them. This is a crossover between all the Final Fantasies and the Hunger Games, though no characters from the Hunger Games are in it, it's the same plot and all, but I added in some of my own twists because I didn't want it to be too predictable. By the way, in this one, there's thirteen Sectors/districts because there's thirteen final fantasies just in case anyone was confused :)

Enough of that! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or the Hunger Games

Chapter 1: Nightmares or visions?

Fire. It surrounded her on all sides in a massive sea of red, orange and yellow. It stole the air from her lungs and replaced it with its acidic offspring of smoke. Her lungs burned for oxygen, pure sweet oxygen, but none would come to her. She crawled along the lush green grass. Why was it green? Why wasn't it burning? Why was she the only one suffering? She glared down at the forest grass, but the plush pink flowers only seemed to smirk evilly back at her. She tried to escape the ring of fire around her, but something snagged on her ankle and brought her back down to the hell of flowers and greenery. Why did she suddenly have a loathing for nature? But more importantly why was she suddenly terrified of it? Why was she more scared of the plants than the fire?

She felt herself grow cold and begin to slowly sink downwards as the ground seemed to open its great mouth and swallow her whole. She was powerless against it. She cried out in terror but only inhaled more smoke in the process making her throat burn and her eyes water. She could feel the cold, mocking vines of grass tickle her cheeks as she took her final look at the ash laden sky. Silent tears fled rebelliously from the corners of her eyes as she closed them for the last time-

Mismatched eyes flew open almost instantly as beads of sweat ran down her smooth pale flesh, making her soft, brown hair stick to her forehead and her clothes suddenly felt wet and uncomfortable. Lungs greedily filled themselves with oxygen while the seventeen year old took deep ragged breaths. She could feel a hand gently rub her back in an attempt to calm her down. Her racing heart beat heavily in her chest as if to test the strength of her ribcage which was slowly wearing down with each thump.

"Yuna? Yuna? Yuna?"

Yuna raised her head at the sound of her name. Blue and green eyes met the kind and concerned ones of her teacher, Isaaru. His thick chocolate eyebrows were slanted downwards and his lips formed a thin line in an expression of concern. His colourful priest robes of Yevon were splayed across the cool temple floor as he knelt beside his dazed apprentice.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly as he placed a supporting hand on her back and helped her sit up slowly, afraid she might faint once more.

Her hands trembled uncertainly in her lap but she steadied them with great effort and managed to slowly support herself in order to sit upright. When she felt the cool surface of the smooth tiled floor under her delicate palms she suddenly became aware that she was in a heap on the floor. She looked around her as her bi-coloured eyes adjusted to the dim light of Valefor's chamber. Everything was as it usually was. The circular stone walls looked enormous from her position on the floor and the symbols decorating them seemed extremely dark against the wall. Valefor's statue of his powerful wings and strong body glowed beneath its shimmering dome as if a piece of heaven had fallen from the sky. She looked to the area above the statue expecting to see the familiar transparent girl floating above her sculpture but the pig-tailed girl was nowhere to be seen.

"What happened?" she asked hoarsely as she turned back to her teacher with a confused expression adorning her feminine features.

"I think only you know the answer to that question," Isaaru replied calmly, though his worried yet calculating expression did not waver. Yuna unconsciously shrunk back slightly under his intense stare. She hated when Isaaru didn't give her a straight answer – which he rarely did – and then to top it off he gave her his trademark stare to unnerve her further.

"I… I don't… I can't remember…" she began uncertainly as she stared down at the polished floor of the chamber, refusing to meet her teacher's eyes. "Why am I on the floor?" she asked suddenly.

"You were praying or talking or… whatever you normally do with that ghost girl and you just fainted," came a different, more boyish voice to her right. She turned slightly to see Tidus, her childhood friend and blitzball buddy, looking down at her with his trademark smirk etched across his tanned face. He wore his usual attire, his blitzball uniform which consisted of his yellow boots, navy shorts with one part coming to his mid-calf and the other to his mid-thigh along with is yellow shirt and navy dungaree style belt. Both his hands were covered, one by a metal glove that was attached to a red elbow brace and the other by a simple leather glove that ended at his wrist. His silver chain rested on his toned chest and glinted slightly in the dim lighting.

"She's not a ghost, she's a fayth," Isaaru replied indignantly. "Ghosts are those who reside on the Farplane a faith is a human who willingly trapped their souls in statues in order to bond with summoners when beckoned and form aeons. For the love of Yevon, you'd think-"

"I fainted?" she interrupted Isaaru softly in an attempt to save Tidus and herself form yet another long-winded lecture on Yevon and its past. Isaaru loved his lectures, she received three at least every day during her studies. She seemed to get more when Tidus was around, probably because he didn't have a clue about Yevon and its teachings. Yuna had tried to teach him the basics, she'd been studying and practising the teachings for ten years now, but he'd be either too tired or too interested in practising blitzball to listen.

"Yeah, you were just kneeling in front of the dome, statue thing and the gho-" Tidus cleared his throat awkwardly as he avoided Isaaru's glare, "fayth was in front of you and then next thing you're on the ground and the gho – fayth is gone," he explained using wild hand gestures to help her understand his story.

She shot Isaaru a confused look but he just mirrored her expression with a look in his eyes that she should tell him everything she knew. She sighed wearily as she focused her eyes to study her long purple skirt while she searched her memories. She remembered praying to the fayth, trying to bond and connect even more. She'd been praying to Yevon, asking for guidance, for hope and for her family to be safe. But then the fayth had said something that disturbed Yuna, she couldn't exactly remember what it was but she just knew it had been extremely out of the ordinary. Then she'd fallen into that horrible dream, but that hardly mattered at the moment. The warning the fayth had given her, that was what mattered but what was it? Why couldn't she just remember?

She shook her head resignedly at him making her long blue earring brush her cheek and her brunette locks sway slightly. Hesitantly, bi-coloured eyes rose to meet deep chocolate ones of wisdom, but the harshness and intensity had vanished, replaced by concern and weariness.

"Yuna, what happened? Are you unwell?" Isaaru asked gently as he helped the teenager get to her feet with Tidus supporting her from behind.

"I…" she began, considering whether or not to tell him about the dream she'd just had. But was it a dream? Was it a vision or just some spontaneous nightmare? Could the fayth even pass visions onto others? Yuna knew in her heart it was connected to something the fayth had told her before she'd fainted but she couldn't put her finger on it. Every time she came close to grabbing the answer in the back of her mind it floated slyly out of her grasp. "I'm fine," she answered as she began to make her way out of the chamber with Tidus hovering uncertainly at her side. "I just need more sleep, that's all," she explained lamely. "Please excuse me," she bowed politely to her teacher before turning around and walking out of the temple faster than a chocobo on wheels.

She brushed past the petals as the door slowly rose, allowing her to enter the antechamber. Her boots fell on a spongy rich carpet that was covered in all different religious symbols and laced with numerous colourful patterns. Shadows danced across the faces of the enormous stone statues that guarded the path to the chamber. The torches flared brightly and illuminated the square room, and seemed to enlarge the steps leading up to the chamber's entrance.

No sooner had she begun to descend the many steps had Isaaru placed a firm hand on her shoulder, thus halting her in her tracks. Flinching slightly under his strong grip, she reluctantly turned to face him, glad that Tidus was by her side. His presence always seemed to calm her nerves for some reason, probably because he'd always been there, the big brother ready to protect his little sister if the need arose.

Isaaru's face was a stony, strict mask, one of a wise teacher. Gulping down her fear, Yuna stood tall and kept her chin up with her hands folded neatly together in front of her. She remained eye contact with him through sheer force of willpower but as the seconds ticked on, she found her resolve crumbling under his intense gaze.

"Yes, Isaaru?" she asked hesitantly when he didn't move nor say anything for a good minute, though it felt like hours for Yuna. Though she trusted Isaaru with her life, his training could sometimes be harsh and difficult both physically and mentally. Sometimes he'd make her concentrate for hours on end. One time he made her stand still for four hours straight, balancing five books on her head, she couldn't move her neck the next day. When she was only ten, he'd made her twirl on a tightrope, staff in hand and feet bare. The rope was over the sea, tied at two ruins on opposite sides of the cliff, twenty feet above the sea. She'd been scared of her life of course but she'd managed to balance and spin at the same time for more than two hours, though the dizziness did eventually send her tumbling into the water. Isaaru had also shown her a kind side every once in a while, like being patient when she was just discovering her gifts and giving her good advice when she was frustrated and praising her when she mastered a spell or summon. Despite this, she'd grown to fear her teacher slightly though she tried to hide it.

This was one of those times when she found it very hard to hide her fear and nervousness. Isaaru's gaze didn't soften the way it usually did when she used her softest, most innocent voice. Instead it seemed to harden slightly as he slowly leaned forward so that no one else could hear his voice in the quiet temple.

"Never take the work of the fayth lightly, Yuna," he warned with a hard tone to his voice. "They never do things for no reason." With that he released his iron grip on her shoulder, gave a small and curt nod of his head and retreated back into the chamber of the fayth.

All seemed to grow deathly quiet in the temple, even the hymn of the fayth seemed to fade into a soft lull as Yuna took on a dazed expression. Isaaru's words replayed over and over in her mind as she though back on the strange dream. What if it was a vision? What if the fayth were trying to tell her something or maybe they already had, maybe the fayth had warned her about something just before she'd fainted, but what was it? Why couldn't she just remember a few simple words?

She grunted in frustration as she searched deep within her mind for the answer. She knew everything there was to know about the fayth, she'd completed her studies early, she'd practised and practised with her staff and she could nearly beat Isaaru at this stage but she couldn't remember one tiny detail? One detail that could possibly be extremely important?

"What's wrong?" Tidus' voice cut through her self-frustrating thoughts like a knife through flesh. She looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, eyes that she'd grown accustomed to over the years. It was amazing how much comfort she always found in those eyes, the eyes of her best friend. They had always done everything together even from a young age. They had played together, went to school together and fought against the other kids together. But they separated slightly when he began his blitzball training and she began her studies of Yevon at the age of seven. Of course they still met up every day after their studies and when they came into their teenage years they began to hunt together to provide for their families.

It had always been just the two of them, they were like the yin and the yang, day and night, the sun and the moon. Polar opposites. He was sunny, cheerful, outgoing, strong and always cracking jokes whereas she was shy, serious, nervous, calm and always wore a fake smile of false happiness. Nevertheless they complimented each other and they got along great. Yuna would keep Tidus out of trouble and Tidus would lighten Yuna's mood, he was the only person who could now. The only other person who could've was… gone.

"Yuna? What's wrong?" Tidus repeated as he clicked his fingers in front of her face, striking her out of yet another memory.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," she replied easily, plastering her best fake smile on her face and praying to Yevon that her eyes shone with convincing false joy.

"Don't give me that smile Yuna, I know it's as fake as Shelinda's nose," Tidus countered as he gave her a warning look.

Damn, he knows me so well, she thought as she couldn't help but smile properly to herself at his comment. Though she had to admit it was true, Lady Shelinda did have quite the nose.

"See?" He grinned widely at her when he saw the corners of her lips quirk upwards slightly. "That's a real smile, so what happened with the fayth?" he questioned, crossing his arms over his toned chest and standing to his full height, which was a good two inches taller than her. She hated it when he did that and when he smirked in a knowing fashion, it made her feel so vulnerable.

"Nothing," she answered as a small frown tried to grace her features but she kept them carefully neutral. "I just got a tiny bit drowsy from lack of sleep, that's all."

"Like I believe that," he scoffed. "I can read you like an open book."

"Then I think you need glasses because I'm just tired," she replied allowing her lips to quirk upwards only slightly, still keeping her expression neutral.

"Was it something Isaaru said then?"

"No, he was just telling me to go to bed," she lied quickly as she began to fiddle with her long, pink dip-dyed kimono sleeves. Tidus didn't look convinced by her answer and simply raised a dark eyebrow, not budging an inch. Yuna let out a weary sigh of defeat, this was going to be a long day. She couldn't stop thinking about that vision she had, of the fire, the grass, the flowers and the earth swallowing her whole. She shivered at the thought, but what did it mean? Were the fayth trying to tell her she would die in a cave-in or something?

"Is it…" Tidus began again but trailed off as an uncharacteristic look crossed his features. "Is it… about today?" he finished hesitantly, his voice soft and delicate like thin silk.

She gave him a slightly confused look and was about to ask him what was on today but realisation dawned on her when she saw that rare spark of fear and anxiety flicker in his eyes. He only ever got that look on the day of…

"The reaping? Did you forget?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

The reaping… How could she have forgotten? The reaping for the tributes that would represent Sector Ten in the seventy-fourth annual Fantasy Games… The Games took place once a year in the game field located in Sector Seven, or more commonly known as the Capitol. Two tributes, one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve to eighteen would be selected from each Sector to compete in the brutal games. There were thirteen Sectors so twenty-six tributes would enter the field, but only one would make it out alive, only one could be crowned the Victor.

Sector Seven nearly always won, they had the best resources, the best fighters and most of the children had rich parents who could sponsor them in order to help them survive. Some people trained their whole lives in preparation for the Games. Those who weren't chosen as tribute either volunteered, which Yuna thought was crazy, who would be mad enough to voluntarily go into the Games and stake their lives? If they didn't volunteer then they more than likely went on to be part of SOLDIER. SOLDIERs were the guards who kept the other Sectors in line. They all had this unnerving aqua-marine glow to their eyes and were faster, stronger and deadlier than the average person. You could only join SOLDIER once you were eighteen, but there were rumours that exceptional teenagers could join at a younger age. But even if you were a part of SOLDIER you could still be reaped for the Games.

Yuna had only ever heard of two Victors from Sector Ten. One won the games more than twenty years ago but another won the games a few years back, maybe three or four years ago. There had been a lot of rumours about her. Yuna had heard that she was the offspring of the devil and that she could grow wings of steel blades that could slice through rock, she didn't know if they were true or not though.

She felt sorry for whoever was reaped for the Games this year, since Sector Ten had won not too long ago, it would be very unlikely for them to win again so soon. She always lived in the fear that her name would be called out, that she would have to enter the Games and fight to the death. But her name was never called out and now she just had to endure two more reapings until she was safe but…

"Yuna, don't worry, they aren't going to pick you," Tidus reassured her, uncrossing his arms and putting his thick gloved hands on each of her bare shoulders. He leant down to her level and looked her straight in the eye, his own full of their natural confidence, but Yuna could still see that tiny flicker of doubt at the back of them, if she looked hard enough.

"It's not me that I'm worried about," she whispered softly.

"Aw, Yuna I'm flattered," he grinned mischievously at her. "But I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself and you know what? I-"

"Quit it," she ordered playfully, shoving him away from her slightly and beginning to walk back to her hut, with Tidus by her side, still grinning like a cheshire cat. "I was talking about Rikku."

Rikku… Rikku was Yuna's cousin, but Yuna never thought of her as a 'cousin' but more of a 'sister'. Though Rikku was fifteen, Yuna still worried. Every time you weren't chosen for the reaping, an extra copy of your name was added into that dreaded bowl of destiny. She knew that there were tonnes of other girls more likely to get chosen instead of Rikku but still… She couldn't help but worry. Rikku had no sense of direction and had no clue how to hunt, set traps, find fresh water, or to determine which plants were poisonous or not. Though Rikku was sly and sneaky and not to mention the skills of her sticky fingers, she knew no magic and couldn't lift a sword. She didn't have good aim and couldn't throw a knife properly to save her life. She had a good knack for daggers and kitchen knives but if she brought that up against a broad sword in the arena, she wouldn't stand a chance.

"They won't choose her, Yuna, there are plenty of other girls they could choose," Tidus reassured her as they reached Yuna's hut. "There are hundreds of pieces of paper in that bowl and out of all of them Rikku has four. She won't be picked, don't worry."

Yuna gave him her best false smile, as she opened the flat to her small hut. It wasn't much, just a one room, with a bed, a chest of drawers, a stove and some other things. Her staff sat, perched against the wall in the corner. Its golden head caught the sun's rays and seemed to illuminate the hut with a sacred glow. It had been her parents' hut and they'd left it to her in their will.

"Thanks, Ti, that really helps," she said. She watched him start to walk back to his own hut before she called after him to get his attention. He swivelled back and raised an eyebrow in question. She cleared her throat and stood upright, chest out, bottom up and chin high while putting on her most posh voice. "And may the odds…"

Tidus cracked a grin before continuing her sentence in his own fake posh voice; "be ever…"

Their grins widened and they chorused together; "in our favour!"