A/N: Hello there everyone! This is my first crossover, so please review and suggest. Thanks! :)

Chapter 1:

I have mixed feelings about Camp Half-Blood.

Sure, I love it there, and I call it home. With the exception of the Reaping day, it's pretty much as close as you can call "safe" when your a demigod.

Every year, a girl and a boy is randomly chosen to be a tribute in the hunger games. There is also a country in Panem that does it with us. There are 12 districts in Panem, but District 2 does not have to participate, because they are close with the Capitol. 24 people go into the arena, but only one comes up.

Last year, our friend Chris Rodriguez got chosen, and almost won. Until another guy from Panem slaughtered him in his sleep.

No one from Camp Half-Blood has ever won.

The worst for us was about three years ago.

Me and my girlfriend Annabeth Chase were only 12 years old, when Luke Castellan got called. Luke and Annabeth were as close as you could get without dating, and she was hysterical.

I asked her out the night he died.

It probably wasn't the best decision I've ever made, but it worked.

Anyway, it was the day before the Reaping day. Me and my other friend Thalia Grace were talking.

"So, if you don't get chosen his year, your out!" I told her.

Thalia had recently turned 18, and only children the ages of 12-18 were to participate.

Thalia smiled weakly. "Yes, but I still have to worry about you guys, which is just as bad."

"I wouldn't worry about it. Me and Annabeth don't sign up for tesserae, and a lot of other people there." The Ares cabin, for example, took it as a big honor to die in the hunger games, and signed up for tesserae every year.

Thalia checked her watch.

"You should go to bed, Percy. It's almost 11:00. You know what they say, you never know, and may the odds-"

"Be ever in your favor!" I said, finishing the sentence for her. "

I go to bed that night, and even thought I just convinced Thalia it would be okay, I'm still not positive about it myself.

{The Next morning}

I wake up and put on my best clothes. A white collared shirt, blue tie and black dress pants and shoes. I look into the mirror, and all of a sudden feel a wave of confidence sweep over me. As I walk outside, I see Thalia is trying to calm Annabeth down. I run over and hug her.

"Your names only in their once Annabeth. They're not going to pick you."

"I'm not worrying about me." She sobs. "Silena signed up for tesserae."

"WHAT?" I yell. Silena would not do that voluntarily. One word pops into my head: Clarisse.

I stomp over to her. She has a smug smile on her face.

"Oh yes, well, you know it's true Jackson. If you don't volunteer, your a coward."

"Well, Clarisse, some people would like to live a long mildly heroic life instead of a short very heroic life." I say as I stomp away.

As I'm walking away, I realize what I said makes absolutely no sense. I can almost hear Grover rolling his eyes all the way from here.

"SETTLE DOWN!" I hear Effie Trinket yell.

Everyone stands in a slightly organized crowd around the big stage where Effie and a hung Haymitch are standing with microphones, the reaping balls next to them.

"Well, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and women for the 76th Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first."

A lump the size of an apple forms in my throat.

Effie digs her hand in the ball and pulls out a name.

It's not Silena Beauraguard.

It's Annabeth Chase.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger and for any typos, I don't really know how to spell Silena's last name. Please review, this took a while to write!