I stand in the crowd of wizard females. The sun beating down on my pale skin. My heart is racing, my hands are shaking.

I try to control my fear, and not show it, but it was impossible at this moment. My blue eyes scan the crowd of girls, Rylee beside me as she is looking at the ground twiddling her fingers nervously as a single clear tear trailed down her cheek.

I put an arm around her comfortingly her light blue eyes showing fear, as I peak out from the crowd of girls. Seeing Blaine, his eyes glaring at the stage as his expression showed anger and annoyance. This is one of those times when you don't mess with him. usually hes kind, funny and humorous, but then there's times when he's pissed, annoyed, and so on...

I like him better when he's nice, but right now i couldn't blame him. Kyle standing beside him, his expression also showed annoyance, sort of reading 'This is bull crap' but in the other word. But their expressions also showed worry, probably for me and Rylee. Sweat beaded on my forehead as i wiped my hand against it, letting out a sigh.

All these people were wizards of wizard city we all had powers, and could use them during the Hunger Games. But this wasn't just the Hunger Games. It was the FINAL Hunger Games. Yes, Final. No more after this one. Nada. Fear showed on several wizard faces, other faces showed relief, and some both. I don't know why relief, but I'm guessing because this is the final Hunger Games.

We were all hoping not to be picked, from the reaping. But that's normal, who wants to be picked? That's just suicide but being killed in a sort of way.

I can feel the sun beating against my dark brown hair, it hurt a little from standing here for so long, I swear my hair would burn off. Looking up at the stage ahead, I see the leader come up on it as all the wizards remain silent.

I hear Blaine grunt all the way over here, and I was a good distance from him. He's scary when he's angry..

"Hello, Wizards. Boys and Girls, welcome all to the final Hunger Games!" She said enthusiastically.

Her eye color was unclear from this distance, but her hair, white? I couldnt tell. All I know was she was UGLY. Eh what am I saying, all the leaders of Hunger Games are ugly. They really need to cool down with the make up.

Both crowds remained silent, as they all exchanged glances. Knowing soon it will be the picking. I was nervous for this, very nervous.

"Now, boys and girls. Using powers, is allowed in these games." She said with a smile.

Thank GOD. At least that was a good thing out of all this. But the next thing she said, made me nervous once more.

"But, volunteering on the other hand.. is NOT allowed. This is the final Hunger Games, who ever picks, goes. No exceptions."

I feel Rylee shake under my arm, I gently pulled her close to me, comforting her. I see Blaine look over at me, his expression gentle as I look over, my eyes showing fear and worry. Although his expression was gentle, he was still angered and annoyed about the whole idea.

"Well, without further or do. Lets get to the picking. First, the girls. Lets see who the special female is." She said as she slowly stuck her hand into the bowl.

I shake slightly, seeing her hand in the bowl. 'Please don't pick my name, please don't pick my name!' i repeat in my mind.

Her hand grasp on a small piece of paper as she takes it out. My heart slowly begins to race, looking at the paper, I had a strong feeling it was my name. A really strong feeling i cant explain. I just hoped for the best.

"Destiny Bluesong." The woman announces with a smile.

My eyes widen as my heart stops. My face goes completely pale, as my mouth is gaped a bit. Rylee look up at me with worry.

"Where are you dear?" she says.

All the girl wizards turn, looking at me. I gulp as I slowly step out of the girls, walking down the isle, my eyes in fear. Looking over at Blaine, he had a pissed off face, it looked like he was about to kill everyone in this crowd. His expression also showed worry, really worried. I shake my head, knowing what he was thinking, hoping he'd get picked.

"come on don't be shy." the woman says as she gestures my up the stage.

Don't be shy? Is she kidding me? She just called my name to fight to the death! I was hoping Blaine wouldnt get picked, but a little bit of me was hoping he would.

I now stand in front of the crowd, my blue eyes teary as I shake, breathing heavily. I stare at Blaine, gosh I felt bad his expression was mixed emotions. I dont think he knew what to feel. My heart was racing and pounding it was the only thing I could hear out of the silence.

"Now the gentlemen." the woman says as she sticks her hand in the other bowl.

I stay silent as I scan the crowd, my hands shaking. I watch as the pulls out another small peice of paper.

"Andrew Jordan."

My heart races more, as I see Andrew step out of the crowd walking down the isle with confidence no fear whats so ever. Andrew. My worst enemy. He always tried hurting me when Blaine wasnt around, but it never worked. he hates my guts. His jet black hair, and brown eyes stood on the other side of the woman. He glares at me with a snicker. I frown in fear as i stare back at the crowd.

"Tributes of district 2 of the final Hunger Games!" she says and she takes both our arms raising them in the air.

I'm staring at my feet. holding back tears, as my heart is pounding. I wouldn't survive this, I know it. Definitely not without Blaine.

Andrew and I both start heading to the doors as I look at the ground.

"DESTINY!" I hear Blaine yell at i raise my head looking over.

He's trying to push his way through guards as they are forcibly pushing him back.

"BLAINE!" I scream, as I try to escape but guards grab onto my shoulders.

I fight trying to break free. "Blaine!" I scream, with a sob. As I'm being pulled toward the doors.

"Destiny!" Blaine yells once more, trying to break through the guards, but stops worry in his eyes, as I'm squirming and kicking.

Catching on more glance of Blaine his expression was hurt, and worry. Tears stream down my face as the doors close blocking my view of Blaine for the last time and the start of the fight to my death, that I must win. For Blaine.