Hi guys!

This is my first real fanfic- DON"T YOU DARE HIT THAT BACK BUTTON. Anyway, as I was saying, this is also my first crossover, first PJO, and first HG fanfic. The other one was a T39C fanfic that I took down. Well, enough of my driveling.

This chapter is kind of boring, so feel free to skip to the bottom for the recap and wait for my next update. This is just kind of a set the setting, background type chapter. Hence the title Prologue. And my tablet crashed a bunch of times while writing this, so I hope that a few of you will at least go to the lengths to read it.

DISCLAIMER: I know you've seen enough of these, but I don't own Radioactive, PJO, or THG

WARNING: There will be a bunch of resurrections, because I don't like a lot of OCs.

Oh and one last thing- the format of my writing will be A/N, song quote, chapter, song quote from same song, A/N.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems glow

Radioactive

Imagine Dragons

Sacrifices to wake the goddess. August 1st. The dawn of the new age was here.

Gaea could taste the blood on the altar. The tangy smell pervaded the gloom of perpetual sleep, lifting her stony eyelids. Below her, she saw the broken bodies of two demigods, their heads dashed against the porous grey rocks. The blood seeping from the matted blond curls and black locks fed her dry, thirsty lips. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase would trouble her no more, and soon neither would her grandchildren.

She emitted a cackle of insane delight, reveling in her power and glory. Simultaneously around the globe earthquakes fissured the ground and volcanoes erupted. Cities were wiped away, and billions of people were decimated. In another moment, the earth opened up to swallow Olympus (the one in New York City and the one in Greece.) And that was that. Civilization was destroyed, the gods were on the nine-day-long journey to her husband's abyss, and Gaea was supreme ruler. And she was inexpressibly bored.

Gaea had expected taking the reins to be exciting, exhilarating. And it was, for the space of about two seconds. But now, everything was all over, and she was just left with a blank canvas and monsters with her amnesty. (She would have gone back on her word, but then she would have been totally alone.) Of course, there were her children, but Gaea wasn't exactly the type of mom to take her kids out for a movie. Not that any theaters had been spared anyway. So now there was a dilemma. Gaea hated to admit it, but it was at least amusing to watch her grandchildren's goings-on when they walked the earth (Yes, she could see when she was asleep.) Gaea racked her brains to remember how the gods entertained themselves. Of course! They played around with the mortals' lives as if they were dolls. And so Gaea knew what would occupy her thoughts for the next eternity. She would come up with a form of human entertainment to rival the gods.


23 days later, Gaea had her solution. Another problem that had been plaguing her mind was what to do with the demigod population. They couldn't be put in Tartarus with their parents, for that would only serve to form a rebellion plot somewhere down the road. And of course, demigod lives were so much more interesting than those of mere mortals. The obvious choice would have been to reinstate gladiator fights, but that had already been done before. No, Gaea wanted something spectacular. And so the districts were born.

The defeated heroes had been trapped in Camp Half-Blood for nearly a month, awaiting their fate. When it was declared that they would not be killed, hopeful and surprised glances filled the room. Even when it was declared that they would be marched all around North America to various labor camps, there were only a few tearful goodbyes. They were going to be allowed to live, and everyone held Elpis close to their hearts.

Indeed, granting the demigods their lives was part of Gaea's grand scheme of coloring the bleak canvas that earth had become. She envisioned building a gleaming Capitol out of the efforts of her enslaved demigods that would make Olympus or Othrys pale in comparison. Each of the labor camps, or districts, would contribute to the undertaking by playing on the demigods' strength to mine, farm, invent, and create.

District One would provide luxury items. It would be run by the Aphrodite/ Venus spawn, because it is no secret that they would fall all over themselves to get their hands on anything shiny.

District Two would do quarry work, but more importanty house her very own army of white-clad guards and law enforcers. It would be inhabited by the brawny, bloodthirsty Ares/ Mars kids.

District Three would be in charge of creating new technologies so that all her needs would be met with the push of a button or the tap of a screen. The obvious choice for this district was the children of Hephaestus.

District Four would be in charge of fishing. The delectable lightweight meat so foreign to her body made of land would be abundant in her Capitol. Of course, Poseidon's offspring would trap the scaly creatures. But wait- she had just killed off the only demigod son of Poseidon! It doesn't matter, she decided resolutely, I'll just resurrect him, and his girlfriend, too, for that matter. And maybe I'll throw some of my immortal great-grandchildren in the camps as well. And then I'll add mortals to the camp for repopulation. Satisfied with her solution to the population issue, she returned to chalking out the rest of the districts.

District Five would provide power for all of- What was she going to call her queendom? Pangaea, meaning "all earth" had been done already. How about Pan...em? Just "all." It would be fitting, seeing as Panem would be the only thing that existed on this planet. District five would provide power for all of Panem, and the two children of electricity, along with their previously dead siblings would be responsible for it.

District Six would create transportation methods between districts for her guards and monster-citizens. And the plain choice for its inhabitants would be the offspring of the god of travelers: Hermes/ Mercury.

District Seven would cut down lumber to build the extravagant housing of the Capitol. There was no lumber Olympian, but Gaea only needed an inexhaustible menial labor force. And Artemis' Hunters provided the perfect supply of strong demigods.

District Eight would clothe the Capitol in the finest cloths and silks. The spawn of the pesky weaver, Athena or Minerva, however you wantd to put it, would be put to this task.

District Nine would grow grain, the most basic food crop. Demeter's offspring could handle the job, but they would probably be put to better use growing more tasteful crops. No, Gaea planned on resurrecting the Vestal Virgins, the priestesses of Hestia/Vesta to tend to this most necessary component of the home and hearth: bread.

District Ten would grace the Capitol's tables with succulent meat. Apollo's children would take care of the livestock, since their father had sacred cattle.

District Eleven would be in charge of growing fruits and vegetables- basically anything other than grain. The green-thumbed sons and daughters of Demeter/ Ceres would rise to the occasion well. Dionysus' sons could probably be put n this district to grow wine grapes.

And finally, District Twelve would mine coal for the fifth district to turn into power. Hades' spawn would be stuck in this poorest of districts, because they could navigate tunnels and dark places with ease.

Now, reader, you may ask how this was any form of entertainment at all. Watching kids grow plants isn't the type of world class performances you'd expect from someone who claimed they would surpass gladiator fights. The answer is that Part l of Gaea's plan didn't amuse her in the slightest, but she needed someone to build her Capitol. After getting bored of the sadistic pleasure she got from seeing children work themselves to death, Gaea established Part 2 of her plan. She started a type of tournament where two children from each district would gather in a themed arena to fight to the death. Only one victor would remain, to taunt the other districts. (This setup was painfully similar to gladiator fights, but Gaea pointedly ignored that.)

And so, the newly-dubbed Hunger Games (Gaea was hungry at the time) were born.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Radioactive

Imagine Dragone

Thank you for those who read that. Here's a cookie. (::) For those of you who didn't: :P

Here's the recap. Gaea woke up, the demigods lost. As a form of entertainment, she creates the Hunger Games (Yes, the story takes place during the very first Hunger Games) and the tributes will mostly be demigods we know. The demigods are divided into districts by parentage. Go check out the list of district parentages earlier on the page, I'm too lazy and pressed for time to type it again. So yeah, I would prefer if you reviewed, and

I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!

Sorry, I had to put that in caps for those of you who decided to skip this author's note. Ciao!

Also, thank you very much to LoopyToucan, who Betaed this story. (But there weren't too many mistakes, because I'm awesome, right LT?) And you should totally check out her Harry Potter and Hunger Games fanfics(no, I'm not being paid to advertise) because they are actually somewhat grammatically correct (my pet peeve). I especially like her "I Wasn't Always" Bellatrix story. Anyway, enough fawning. Byezzzzzzzzzzz.