Authors Note: Hey, I am Theo! This is an AU where not only was Katniss not born, they worship the Greek Gods. The Games have been running for a hundred years now. An event where each District must willingly offer up a boy and girl (chosen by them) that mimic and will gain favor with the God that watches over their District. This is my take on what Panem would be like if they worshiped the Greek Gods who were real in this world. More about the story will be explained in the authors note at the end, I just wanted to explain this beforehand. What I present is not fact and it is not done to degrade people who worship the Gods or put down any religion. I have tried to frame this world well but also factual to how I feel it would have been. I also don't think I have got all the facts, it is just for fun. Some may be wrong but hey, this is an AU that is far in the future, I'm sure information got scrambled.

21st June, 0100

The Capitol

Torches flickered against the cool hue of dawn, dancing against the slight summer breeze. The air was humid and sticky yet they marched. Beads of sweat rolling down their multicolored skin and pooling into the thin, vast collection of fabric that made up their extravagant clothing. Children sang into the vast expanse of the temple their lungs burned with the crip ecstasy that the rising sun would bring. Spinning and swirling on the spot like rainbow covered fish in the deep, blue ocean. Their elders smiled a warm grin as they joined in the chorus, their soft hands tightly clutching bowls of barley and grain to offer to the Gods.

Across the country, the District's would be holding their own sacrifice to their preferred deity, the being who protected their District and guarded their safety. However, District borns would ask for something more than excitement and blessings to be bestowed on Panem, they would ask for their children, their offerings to the God's to come back home to them, so they could be held one more time.

It was a pain only they knew, the pain of watching their own become one more sacrifice, holding the cold, preserved body and knowing that this year, fate had not shone upon their children. A pain that made the abundance the God's gave in return to be received through tear stained eyes and gritted teeth.

The Capitol, however, sacrificed a dairy cow. An expensive animal in Panem, even in the Capitol. Raised from birth by the Presidential family, every year, one was slaughtered by the President himself to ensure a smooth year and blessing to his country.

The main caregiver was the females within the Family, the way it had been for centuries. This year, like for the past hundred years, the crowd took their place in the temple, making a large walk away for the sacrifice. Children stood in front of their parents, craning their necks towards to doors of the white, pillared temple, fighting to get a glimpse of the most important family in Panem before their siblings.

The singing grew louder as President Hubris' daughters entered the building. The eldest of his six children. The oldest, Nikea was the eldest, being four years older than her sixteen-year-old sister, Zenobia. The two were a stark contrast to each other, due to their different mothers. The presidential family was dedicated to not changing their gifted appearance as they felt it has been handed to them for a particular reason. So Nikea still sported her long, blonde locks that fell in a braid by her hips, electric blue, speckled eyes, and pale skin, seemingly untouched by the sun. Although Zenobia shared her sister's skin tone, she lacked the olive undertone her sister held. And to make the difference even more apparent, she bore a thick mass of brown curls that held red highlights when the sun hit it right and cool, steely grey eyes. The girls walked in silence, at least five inches between the pair.

Zenobia, the height of her teenage years appeared bored by the whole situation while Nikea tried to hide the tears that glistened in her eyes as she pulled the pure black bull along behind her.

The bow was decorated in an array of brightly coloured paints and bows as it trailed along by a gold ring within it's nose, calmly, like it's adoptive mother, Nikea, had raised him to act.

Behind the two girls were their four brothers. Kleon, the only other full sibling of walked behind the bull, holding one hand to a bowl of Barley and the other on the bull's hind. He, like his sister, looked saddened by the knowledge of what would happen to the animal. The boy shared most of his sisters features aside from a thick coverage of freckles that dotted his skin like beauty marks.

"You are meant to be throwing it, Kleon!" a high pitch voice hissed to the boy. Kleon looked to the right to see his brother, Linus looked back at him from behind his fractured glasses. Broken that morning during a scuffle with his mother, the tooth marks caused by Linus still visible.

Despite Linus' being two years older than Kleon, the boy was at least seven inches short, a higher pitched voice compared to Kleon and the boy had yet to reach puberty. Legally disabled in the Capitol, Linus had used this to his advantage to bully his siblings into doing what he desired. All but Kleon, thanks to Nikea. The young boy was never sure if it was the authority his eldest sister held over Linus that kept him in check or if the boy had a form aspiration to be like their sister, with frequent attempts to be like the girl.

Kleon looked at Linus' bowl and smirked. "At least I didn't use all my Barley up...most of yours ended up on the ground," Kleon snarled back at the boy.

Linus' green eyes narrowed as he turned back to his younger brothers, Adonis and Dion. The blonde boys walked close to their brother and instantly recoiled when they saw Linus approaching.

"Go away!" Dion, the youngest child at only ten years old. His looks matched those of Linus, light green eyes, blonde haired and freckled yet he was almost at taller than his brother already and far more vocal than his older brother, Adonis.

Linus turned to the tall boy, the tallest of all the boy and grinned. "Give me some of your grain," he demanded, walking backward as he looked at the boy.

Adonis held his bowl tighter towards his body, shutting his grey eyes. "No-"

"Mum!" Linus barked running over to his mother, pushing Dion away to link arms. The red-headed woman with bright, green eyes looked over to her eldest son and sighed.

"Adonis, you have to share, your brother has none-"

"That isn't his fault," Dion pointed out to their mother but the woman just shook her head.

"Now, Adonis!" The boy quickly held out his bowl of grain and allowed his brother to take more than half of the bowl before running over, a low, throaty snigger as he did so. The two younger boys fell silent, Adonis playing with what little grain he had left. However, out of view, the mother of Nikea and Kleon scowled at the act. But then looked to her quiet, calm children and felt a sense of pride flood back into her being.

The final one to walk in, swamped by bodyguards was President Hlken Hubris, his brown hair gone from his clear waxed head and sharing a striking resemblance to his eldest daughter, Nikea more so than his other children. So much so, the pair had been told they shared the same features and face shape, only their colouration and build made them different. The well built, smartly dressed man smiled as he walked behind his two wives, holding a large basket of barley and the soon to be blood covered knife in one arm as he waved.

Flooded with a chorus of songs and chants to an outside, miniature amphitheater were officials stood, guarding mounds of barley, held in strong, wicker baskets. The bull stayed calm as they placed him in the center and the rope that tied him to Nikea was taken off. The two girls and Kleon kissed the creature while the rest of the family simply bid him goodbye and took a handful of barley. All but Hlken himself threw the barley upon the animal who did it's best to remain calm through the process, trained for its short life to comply. As they retarded, the officials compiled their example and one by one, chosen members of the public were led to do the same. This continued until the sun had started to bleed into the navy coloured sky and Hlken was urged to hurry.

With a nod, he made his way down to the bull, members of the public scattering out of his way as the area became swarmed with Peacekeepers. He pulled the knife from under the leftover barley and turned to the crowd with a sad grin, his eyes falling on his children who all, aside from the Linus and Dion closed their eyes shut yet didn't turn away.

"People of the Capitol!" He called out to the adoring crowd, his voice bold and elegant just like his father before him. "We gather here today, under the statue of our, Hera to give this sacrifice for a good harvest. Although we do not offer up our children we offer up a creature, raised by my own daughters as our contribution to the future of Panem!" the crowd screamed in pride as they cheered and chanted the president's name, hailing him and his lineage.

Yet the air was shattered by a loud pop that tore through the excitement, startling the bull that broke free from the bodyguards and ran off into the low light. No one reacted as instead their eyes were drawn to the convulsing body of President Hlken who laid on the grown, his head shattered and scattered across the sacrificial sight until his body came to a stop.

Like a wave, the realization of what had happened seemed to engulf everyone and with screamed, they tried to run away from the killer who had shot their president.

Quickly, without reacting, Peacekeepers moved into action, cornering people off and searching through their clothes for any form of weapon, meanwhile, Hlken's six, terrified children and two wives were quickly taken away to the safety of a discussed location.

23rd June 0100

The Presidential Mansion

It had been two days since she watched father slaughtered before her, lying dead at the feet of Hera's statue. For two days she and her siblings had lived in relative peace but now, official business needed to take place.

Nikea knew before she had entered the room what an official meeting with the eldest child meant. What every child got off their fathers and who was to become the new ruler of Panem. Which fell to the eldest son of the family. The girls got the lucky prize of being married off to wealthy men of their late father choosing. So with the knowledge that it would be her fate, she kept a cold expression as she entered into the large dining room, met with seventeen bodyguards and a single official sat opposite a chair, pulled out by an Avox.

The official stood with a smile when he saw her gesturing over to the chair, his red hair blending in with the red and mahogany coloured room.

"Ah, Miss Hubris, it's nice to finally meet you," the man said with glee as Nikea took her seat and allowed herself to be pushed towards the table.

"And you are?" She questioned the man, making sure she was sat with a straight back and legs crossed.

"Mr. Schmickle, your families advisor, your brothers have met me," the middle-aged man chuckled but Nikea didn't seem very impressed.

"Then why are you meeting with me?" She asked, her voice shaky.

"It's law, no matter the gender that we meet with the eldest child of each family when the head dies, they handle all the official business. Lucky for you they also handle who the daughters marry so you'd get to choose." Choose from a small number of people her father had listed, she could feel the freedom. As she pierced her lips at the man's comment, a small bowl of chocolate cake with placed in front of her, topped with ice cream. "I've heard this is your favorite!" Schmickle said with a toothy, golden grin.

With a sigh, Nikea passed it back to the waiter who had brought it. "Thank you but I'm not hungry-"

"I've heard you haven't been eating much lately." Could he blame her?

Nikea shook her head, shaking away the images of her father. "What did you bring me here to discuss?"

"We found your father's killer," the man said softly. Nikea's silence urged him to continue. "A Capitol born man who believes the District's should be released, it's nothing big, most people are against him-"

"I want him executed," Nikea said bluntly, her eyes focused on the wall behind the official. "Law states that until his heir takes the throne, I decide what happens to people who commit crimes."

Mr. Schmickle gave a sharp intake of breath before speaking once more. "You are correct...by what manner?"

Nikea thought for a moment, her face twisting into one of thought before her blue eyes flickered over to the man. "Burning, alive-"

"Isn't that a bit harsh?" the man asked nervously.

Nikea looked away. "My father was a good man. Make an example of them, for every one of us they kill, we will hit them back harder." In the silence that followed, the official gave a silent nod and started to scribble Nikea's request. He then looked back up at the girl.

"What you mentioned earlier about being in power until the next heir is in power...do you know who that is?" he asked.

Nikea looked over to the man with confusion. "Yes, it is Linus, my eldest brother, has always been-"

"You were set to inherit the throne for a while," the man pointed out as he flicked through a set of documents.

Nikea gave a small nod. "But I hardly remember those times." that wasn't completely the truth. For the first five, almost six years of her life, she had been the heir to the throne, many thought she would be the first female ruler of the Capitol. She was groomed on the off chance neither of her father's wives produced a male child. However, when Linus was born, she began her training to be a woman, wife and mother, three things she didn't mind being but it was hard to not be special anymore. Most of all when her blood brother lost out on the crown by two years.

"Well, we have had some issues with Linus being the next ruler-"

"He doesn't want it?" Nikea asked, her voice cracking with concern.

The official laughed. "No, we sure he does but it's how the Capitol feels about him. He is the weakest of his brothers, he isn't the best speaker-"

"Those things don't make a bad ruler-"

"His attitude does. He thinks he is one of the Gods, no schooling or tutor will take his short-tempered self, he is uneducated and would run the country into the nosedive."

"But law states-"

"He is too young to go into power," the official said quickly. "The law states that an heir must be twenty or over to take the throne, you turned twenty this year, am I correct?" Nikea gave a quick nod. "So you will be placed on the throne until Linus is older enough to take his place."

Nikea took the information in for a moment before speaking. "In all due and respect, sir, Linus won't change in six years and I wasn't trained to be a ruler-"

"You will be better than he would be my dear and don't worry there is another law. If a woman is in power for her younger brother but has a child before the brother is of age, rulership transfers to her bloodline. Many women have tried to gain power in this way but every time they have a daughter or their younger sibling kills them." It didn't come too much of a shock to Nikea. For a girl who was trained to be nothing more than a mother, it wasn't too much of a shock that she would have to have a child. She also knew Linus wouldn't kill her. Yet, she knew the public wouldn't react well to a female ruler.

"The reason it has never worked in the past is because Panem would never accept a female ruler-"

That's why you distract them with a twist that delights them, proves you are an amazing ruler. Gain the favor of the Districts one way or another. While the public is distracted, we will find you a husband, you have a child before the year is out, once that child is born, if it is a boy, they can't touch you. Most people on the inside want this, you are the best ruler out of your siblings. It's time a girl ruled the city Hera the Queen of Olympus watches over.

Nikea's mind ran wild as she thought of everything that could happen. "Do I have a choice?"

The official shook his head with sadness. "I'm afraid not if you care for this nation."

Nikea gave a defeated sigh, leaning back in her chair and slouching for the first time in so long. "So what is the idea you had for this twist?"

"To remind the Districts of the Gods that bring mercy to our nation, this year, only thirteen Tributes will be chosen, one from each District and one from the Capitol."

The Capitol- Hera

District One- Aphrodite

District Two- Ares

District Three- Hephaestus

District Four- Poseidon

District Five- Zeus

District Six- Hermes

District Seven- Athena

District Eight- Apollo

District Nine- Demeter

District Ten- Artemis

District Eleven- Dionysus

District Twelve- Heista

Each Tribute is chosen by their own District for their qualities relating to the God (all flattering things). They do it willingly and there is a lack of reluctance there was in the books. This does not mean all Tributes are trained and will be around 16-18. Who they feel their patron God/Goddess will favor. The Gods are real in this AU but that does not mean give me a Demigod. Not very fair. You can have a child believed to be the child of a God or it is hinted but nothing more.

Reapings will be done differently with this story as they can drag a bit, not going to lie but each character will get an introduction.

Other than the fact people worship the Greek Gods and everything outlined in the story or in the authors note, it normal Panem. Same exports for each District. Capitol who love the Games and see it as a sport. The only other thing to note is that the Gods may step in but will never change a Tributes fate.

The form is on my profile and I really hope you submit! I'm hoping to create a universe based around this story so hopefully, this is the start of that.

May The God's Be Ever In Your Favour