As always, neither Percy Jackson or the Hunger Games belong to us.

Chapter 2, Departing

We say our final goodbyes, but it is all a blur of confusion and sadness for me. I get on the train. My parents are crying, Percy's parents are crying, EVERYBODY'S parents are crying. 4 people likely gone from this messed-up nation. The train leaves while I collapse into a chair with Percy, Leo, and Victoria. Our mentor, Tyson, sits with the other mentors, sipping at his nectar-shotted espresso. We are exhausted and scared. We have no idea what will happen. May the odds be in our favour, because if not, we are all going to die. Literally. Suddenly, the train halts. We all fall off our seats and I find myself inches away from Percy. 'AWKWARD', I think. President Kronos walks in. Everyone scrambles to their feet. He says, "At ease". I think,'This jerk says at ease like we are in the army. He should say calm down. But no, he has to pit poor children against each other.''

President Kronos says, "In a week, you will be fighting in the Hunger Games."

"NO DUH," I think, filled with anger.

He continues,"You will be fighting against very strong opponents this year and the terrain will be difficult to navigate. I expect you to train hard. However, don't let that hide your true talents," he says, and looks at me and Percy with a glint in his eyes.

"He knows," I think, my heart in my throat. He then walks out with his trenchcoat swirling behind him. I suddenly feel my rage burst. This was it. I picked up a butcher's knife from the table and threw. It pinned his coat against the floor. He turned around, and I could see the fire in his eyes. Still unafraid, I asked, "And what if we refuse to fight?"

With rage contorting his voice, he screams, "Then you and your family, along with your district, will be destroyed. Do not forget what happened to President Ouranos when he got cocky! We will slay you like we did the bloody Romans! I will keep an eye on you, girl. You and your bloody water-powers." And he walked out, the knife in his hand red, no, gold, with his own… OH MY GODS, WAS THAT… no, it couldn't be… BUT IT HAS TO… how is that even possible… I DONT KNOW, BUT IT IS GOLDEN… yes… YES… PRESIDENT KRONOS IS NO MORTAL… HIS BLOOD IS NOT BLOOD, IT IS GOLDEN ICHOR…. HE IS THE TITAN LORD!

How this is possible, I did not know at the time… but this story, my story... was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

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