I decided to pick it up the night of the interviews, because everything most likely would have happened the same way, except I want to cover who everyone's immortal parent is, and it sounds really fun to write about! Thanks for my review, you encouraged me to write another chapter for this instead of "Petrificus Totalus."

The girl tribute from district one, with her see-through gold gown is definitely a demigod, I thought to myself. I had done my research, and this was a daughter of Aphrodite. With that blonde hair, emerald green eyes and that tall, lush body. Aphrodite all the way.

Each interview only lasts three minutes. Then a buzzer goes off and the next tribute is up. Caesar truly does try and help the tributes shine, and plays to their strengths, so even the shy ones look desirable. Everyone seems to be a demigod of some sort. The monstrous boy from district 2 is a ruthless killing machine. Ares. For sure. The fox-faced girl from district 5 is sly and elusive. I can't tell who her parent is from looking at her. Or maybe she's purely mortal. I doubted it. There were probably some demigods in district 5 that a god is angry with! The crippled boy from 10 is very quiet. I don't know about him either. My palms are sweating like crazy, but the jeweled dress isn't absorbent and they skid right off if I try to dry them. 11.

Rue, who is dressed in a gossamer gown complete with wings, flutters her way to Caesar. A hush falls over the crowd at the sight of this magical wisp of a tribute. When he asks her what her greatest strength in the arena will be, she doesn't hesitate. She tells him that she's very hard to catch. If they can't catch her, they can't kill her. So don't count her out. Caesar tells her that he wouldn't in a million years.

The boy tribute from district 11 is called Thresh, and his only similarity with Rue is their dark skin. He's probably six and a half feet tall, and built like an ox, but I noticed he rejected the invitations from the career tributes to join their crowd. He might be Zeus. But he might be too humble for that. He comes across as sullen and hostile, which works for him, though it couldn't have worked for me. He answers with a yes or no or just remains silent. He isn't much of a talker, which means he definitely isn't Zeus. Mauve Hephaestus? Yeah, that was probably it. Anyhow, I'm sure there were sponsors lining up for him. If I had money, I'd bet for him myself.

And then they're calling Katniss Everdeen, and I feel myself stand and shake as I walk to the center of the stage.

"So, Katniss, the Capitol must be quite a change from District Twelve. What's impressed you most since you got here?"

I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. I try to be honest.

"The lamb stew," I get out.

Caesar laughs, and vaguely I realize that some of the audience has joined in.

"The one with the dried plums?" Asks Caesar. I nod. "Oh, I eat it by the bucketful. It doesn't show, does it?" He asks. They shout reassurances to him and applaud. This is what I meant by Caesar. He tries to help you out.

"Now, Katniss, When you came out in the opening ceremonies, my heart actually stopped."

Before long, I was twirling on stage, letting my dress engulf me with flames. The audience breaks into cheers. When I stop I clutch his arm. "Don't stop!" He says.

"I have to, I'm dizzy!" I reply.

"Don't worry. I've got you. Can't have you following in your mentor's footsteps," he says. While everyone hoots for the cameras as they find Haymitch, he waves them away and good-naturedly points at me. He asks me about my training score, and the gamemakers tell him that I'm not allowed to say. Before I know it we're on a more serious subject. Prim.

"Let's go back then, to the moment they called your sister's name at the reaping," says Caesar. His mood is quieter now. "And you volunteered. Can you tell us about her?" No, not all of you. But maybe Cinna. I don't think I'm imagining the sadness on his face.

"her name's Prim. She's just 12. And I love her more than anything." You could hear a pin drop in the city circle now.

"And what did she say to you? After the reaping?" Caesar asks.

Be honest. Be honest. I swallow hard. "She asked me to try really hard to win."

"And what did you say?" Prompts Caesar gently. But instead of warmth, I feel in icy rigidity take over my body. My muscles tense as they do before a kill, when I hunt. When I speak, my voice seems to have dropped and octave.

"I swore I would."

"I bet you did," says Caesar, giving me a squeeze. The buzzer goes off. "Sorry, we're out of time. Best of luck Katniss Everdeen, tribute from District 12." I taken a deep breath. I'm so glad that's over. As Peeta's interview starts, I'm not listening. I can hear the audience laughing. That means, maybe he's the son of Apollo too. That sounds kind of strange, when I think about it. Having a brother that I didn't even know about? Having my father have other children besides me and Prim? I can't even think about it. I finally listen to what he's talking about.

"Handsome lad like you, there must be some special girl. Come on, what's her name?" says Caesar.

Peeta sighs. "Well, there is this one girl. I've had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was alive until the reaping." Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to.

"She have another fellow?"

"I don't know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta.

"So here's what you do. You win, you go home. She can't throw you down then, eh?" Caesar encouragingly.

"I don't think that's going to work out. Winning… Won't help in my case," says Peeta.

"Why ever not?"

Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "Because… because… she came here with me." That is just wrong. He could be my brother!