Hi everyone! I'm new to this whole writing thing so bear with me here haha. I don't have much to say here so I'll just get right to writing! This is a crossover between Percy Jackson and the Hunger Games. I'll try my best at updating regularly. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor do I own The Hunger Games.
Screams, crying, bright lights. That's all that I have been hearing since that day. When I close my eyes, my mind replays everything. Every person that I have killed, to every cannon that went off. It seems to never end.
Let me introduce myself; my name is Roselynn Odair. Before any of you ask, yes Finnick is my brother. In fact, we are twins. Surprising right? We both were in the Hunger Games; he was in the 65th while I was in the 66th. Got to love the whole back to back victories. Anyway, my brother and I sort of look alike. We both have the tan skin that our district is known for. We also have the same hair. Honey-blonde and curly. My hair falls past my waist while his is just blow his eyebrows. We both are sarcastic, me more so than he is. We are as close as siblings can get. We try to take care of each other when the flash backs occur.
"Roselynn are you ready to go yet? You've been in there for a long time already!" yelled Finnick. Oh yeah, today is the reaping of the 68th Hunger Games. Each year, one boy and one girl between the ages of 12-18 are chosen to fight to the death with 23 other kids. Some tributes, as they call them, have been training since they were young. They think that beoming a Victor is all about honor. They are so wrong. The children who are trained for the games are called Careers. They show no mercy to other tributes and take great pride in killing. Those districts are 1, 2, and 4. Oh, did I mention that Finnick and I live in district 4? No? Oops.
District 4 is different than the other career districts. We give the option for the children who want to train. If they do not, then they go to regular school. Anyway, back to the story.
I rush down the stairs to find Finnick waiting impatiently by the door. When he sees me, he sighs and shakes his head.
"You're going to get us in trouble one day little urchin." He says as I quickly put on my shoes.
"Well at least we're not going to be a drunken mess like Haymitch is every year." I replied as we quickly made our way to the town square. "And stop calling me little urchin Finn!" I yelled as I tried to hit him. He hastily moved away as I swiped again. As our little dance continued, he kept snickering when I missed.
"You ARE a little urchin though, always so feisty! You need to stop being like Johanna around people!" Johanna Mason from District 7. She had won her games at the age of 16. She pretended to be scared when the games started, but then became a killing machine when there weren't a lot of people left. She's crazy with an axe.
Before I could reply, we had arrived to the town square. I began to get a little nervous. This is only the second time that I would be the first time that I am mentoring someone. Finnick could sense my nervousness and quickly gave my hand a squeeze. When they had announced the mentors for these games, Finnick and I started to make our way to the stage. It seemed like forever till we had gotten there. We stood next to the district 4 advisor. She is different from the one that I remember from my games. She looks younger. All well. I kind of zoned out for a bit until I heard the womens' annoying capital voice.
"Ladies first!" she had a huge smile on her face as she reached into the bowl to choose a name. finally, she picked one and opened it. "Sierra Sealittle!" I quickly scanned the crowd to find the girl. When I did find her, I was not worried. She had a smirk on her face as she was being escorted up the stairs. She looked like the typical career. She should be fine.
"For the boys; Caol Storm!" I looked around to find the boy. He looked to be about 12 or 13. He was shaking already. When he finally made it to the stage my brother went to stand next to him and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Following my brothers example, I out my hand on the girls shoulder. She tilted her head to look at me and smirked. I shook my head at her right before the woman started talking again.
"I present to you: your tributes to the 68th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"
HEY EVERYONE! So sorry that this chapter is short! I promise as the story progresses, they will become longer! ill try to update as soon as I can. Probably (hopefully) tomorrow after my final. (: have a fantastic day everyone! Reviews are always welcomed. But if you do take the time to review, please be kind. Like I said before,, this is my first story.
