A/N: This is my very first crossover fanfiction, the story will change to focus on various characters.

This is a Heroes of Olympus / Hunger Games AU, I do not own either of these products.

I hope you enjoy xx

This was her year.

This was her games.

Annabeth Chase stood in the midst of District One, her eyes locked on the two glass Reaping bowls ahead. Around her, the morning was lively as her fellow youth mingled around the square laughing and cheering, all in anticipation for today's Reaping. Nobody bothered to speak with Annabeth, not to question whether she'll be volunteering or to wager on who she think will. Nobody even bothered to look in the blonde's direction; not that she cared. But if they had spoken to her, she would tell them exactly how she planned to volunteer, how she planned to be District One's female tribute and how she planned to return home it's victor.

Her hands wandered towards the hem of her shirt, as she fiddled with the orange fabric Annabeth couldn't help but wonder how her mother would react upon seeing her only child volunteer for the games. Relief, joy, disdain? Annabeth didn't know her mother well enough to predict.

The entrance of the justice hall sprang open, bringing Annabeth out of her thoughts. The mayor emerged from the entry along with the districts escort, a woman named Medea, a mild round of applause broke throughout the crowd. The applause grew louder and more rampant as District One's previous victors filed out from the building; their proud demeanor left the audience in awe. Seventeen of them sat across the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd beneath them, at first glance, one could say they resembled Gods. Though Annabeth knew how monstrous they could be, she saw the vicious nature hidden beneath their pretentious smiles.

"Well, well, well." Medea chimed into the microphone, her green hair trembling as she spoke.

"Welcome all to the beginning of the 77th annual Hunger Games!"

More screams, more applause. The escort stood superiorly as if all this applause were meant for her.

"Now, Now, everyone quiet down. I know we're all excited, but we have to pay close attention to an extremely important video brought to you from the Capitol."

Immediately the video began to roll, a rather mediocre film played through each year. An obvious act of propaganda, Annabeth elected to ignore it and instead remain focused on the glass Reaping bowls. The film ended and the escort once again addressed the crowd.

"Now." She sung, pausing to eye the audience.

"It's time to determine this year's tributes."

This time no cheers, screams or applause. The crowd was silent as the escort drew a single piece of paper from the girls Reaping bowl. She strutted back to the microphone, slowly opening the folded paper. Scanning the name, she began to speak but stopped, prolonging the already agonizing anticipation.

"Kayla Knowles"

There was a shuffle in the girl's section as a young, preppy girl emerged. Annabeth didn't know her well, only that she was decent with a bow. Whether she wanted to volunteer this year or not is unknown, doubtful seeing as she could not be more than fifteen. Kayla took her place on stage, her green hair identical to the conceited woman beside her.

"Well done, well done." She began, "Now, do we have any volunteers?"

In unison, four voices yelled out from the crowd, though Annabeth paid no attention. Rather than waiting to be called forward she walked out to the center aisle, looking the green haired woman dead in the eye.

"I volunteer as tribute." She spoke clear and strong just as her mother had when she volunteered all those years ago.

"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Come to the stage dear, ladies and gentlemen our first tribute."

Annabeth made her way to the stage, her determination unwavering. On her way up Kayla lightly squeezed her arm. The escort impatiently grabbed Annabeth and paraded her to the audience.

"Such muscle, a fine tribute." She remarked.

"Now, what is your name."

Annabeth took in a breath and addressed the camera hovering in front of her face.

"Annabeth Chase."

Medea marveled at such a name, "Annabeth Chase? Annabeth Chase?"

She emphasized her last name, pretending to think where she had heard it previously, "Now, you wouldn't happen to be the Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena?"

She had prepared for the mention of her mother, though being addressed as her daughter stung more than anticipated. Feebly, Annabeth nodded her head.

"My, my, aren't we a lucky district to be honored with the daughter of a previous victor and not just any victor..."

Medea motioned towards where the Victors sat, "But Athena, winner of the shortest ever Hunger Games."

The district roared with the mention of Athena and her great win in the 58th games, Annabeth allowed herself to glance at her mother. Though she remained uninterested in her daughter, instead she curtly waved to her admirers.

"Yes, well, we must move on!"

Medea eyed the boys reaping bowl and teasingly ran her fingers through the papers, opting to pick one. Once again, the audience hung on to her every word.

"Ethan Nakamura" She bellowed.

A boy in an eye patch came forward. He didn't look at all fazed by his name being called, if anything, he seemed irritated that he needed to walk all the way to the stage, but before he could even get there the escort asked for volunteers.

Almost immediately a scrawny, pale skinned boy sprung from the crowd.

"I volunteer as tribute" he practically screeched.

Medea was taken back at such a gauntly looking boy volunteering amongst the more muscular built boys in the crowd. Though the children of the district were familiar with this particular boy and squirmed in horror at the idea of Octavian in the arena. Octavian jogged his way to the stage, his figure casting a large shadow as he left the audience behind. Taking his left arm, Medea showed him off to the cameras.

"Yes, ah-yes, and what is your name?" She managed to choke out.

"Octavian."

Medea waited for more, but the peculiar boy stood still.

"Right then. District One I present to you your tributes for the 77th annual Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour"

Medea laughed forcefully, pulling Octavian and Annabeth together for the cameras. As the two shook hands, Annabeth looked at Octavian for the first time since he was reaped. He was staring back at her, his eyes hungry as though he was stalking his prey.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, updates should be fairly regular.

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