Here's the next chapter of this, also pretty short, but they will get longer I promise.

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Zeus pov

Zeus pulled a winning smile for the crowd as he and Hera exited the train. Though his former wife wasn't thrilled, he was honestly a little excited for these games. He would finally be able to kill his pesky siblings and annoying relatives. Sure, maybe he would miss a few of his children, but he was king of the gods, and now this 18 year old body would make him king of the hunger games.

They were herded into the building where they'd prep for the opening ceremony. Zeus was hoping they'd put him in a toga, but you never knew with the crazy capital people. Their outfits were even worse than the ones people were wearing the first time the gods had stopped Kronos from taking over. A sour look appeared on his face. 'That cowardly rat,' he thought, 'why not kill us yourself in person?'

"Maybe you're scared a couple of mortal teenagers could whip your pathetic butt back into Tartarus." He muttered under his breath, they had before.

He was led to a room filled with what were obviously beauty products. He scowled and watched, rather disgusted as two giggling girls and one giggling guy entered and began a stream of pointless noise that endlessly gushed from their their throats. He was afraid he was going to throw up when they started undressing him.

"What do you think you're doing!" He thundered. Maybe he wasn't king of the gods anymore but he was still going to act like it.

"Come on now, we need to make make you look perfect handsome." One of the stylists said. Zeus gagged when he saw it was the guy who had spoken.

Only when every part of him, from the tips of his long blond hair to his toenails, was shiny as the floor tiles, did the mad rainbow people finally release him. They left the room still chattering like birds, and the guy even had the guts to wink at him. 'Now I'm really going to throw up,' he thought, frantically searching for a garbage can of some sort. Before he could rid himself of lunch, another person walked in. She was just as colorful as the others, but seemed a tad more sane.

Blabbing away, she handed him a toga, much to his delight, and gave him advice on what to do on the chariot. He smirked, not like he needed advice on how to win over a crowd, he had this game in the bag, as the mortals used to say.

Persephone Pov

Persephone fidgeted a little in her dress. It was entirely made of leaves, the kind of thing she used to wear all the time... Only she didn't remember it being so scratchy. She and Pan were standing in the district eleven chariot, waiting for the opening ceremony to begin. She looked around, craning her neck, trying to find her mother, or her husband, who she had surprisingly found she'd missed during the long winter months. Hades was easy to find, even his mortal body gave off a dark disposition.

He was right in front of them, district ten with Nyx. 'Why is she here?' Persephone wondered, 'she's a titan, and sided with Kronos 2/3 time.' She dismissed the thought and kept looking. There was her mother, three or four chariots ahead, with Dionysos. Persephone giggled when she saw her, it looked like she was wearing a haystack. But after a moment she realized something. She would get to see her mother again, but only right before she died. Her only hope for making it through these games was if her family thought her to innocent to kill. Knowing her family, she didn't like her odds. Her eyes welled with tears but she held them back.

Pan put a hand on her shoulder. His mortal body was two years older than hers, 15 to her 13. She'd had quite a bit of trouble adjusting and Pan had gone out of his way to help her in any way he could. She begun to look at him as a big brother, he fit the role perfectly. The thought made her even sadder. 'I hope he doesn't die badly.' She thought looking up at him with a grateful smile. Maybe he'd turn into a bird or a tree and just last out the games that way. She smiled, forgetting that none of them had their powers anymore.

The chariots began to roll out into the stadium. If it hadn't been for the big screens and booming microphones, the place would have looked like something straight out of Rome. Persephone watched the others on the screens as they went. Some looked cocky, others nervous, behind them, Apollo was practicing waving and blowing kisses while Artemis' eye rolled and she elbowed him continuously. Persephone giggled.

Her mother entered stock still and straight, head high and chin up, looking like the mighty goddess she really was, while Dionysos slumped forward, bored. You'd think he'd enjoy the party aspect of this event, Persephone thought.

Hades glared at the crowd when he came out, Nyx looked anywhere but at the people. Persephone and Pan rolled out, poised and proud, and when her smile began to quiver, Pan put his arm around her in a comforting gesture. She gave him another grateful smile, he'd gotten a lot of those over the past few years.

Then it was over, they were lead back into a building, separated and ushered to the rooms they'ed be staying in for the next week. Persephone had barely gotten a glimpse of her mother on the way back, she'd hoped to at least say hello. Maybe I'll see her at training tomorrow, she thought.

Like I said, short, but I think the next chapter is twice this long. I've started a new thing where I'm trying to post every Saturday. I've got a poll up with some of my other story ideas so when Saturday comes around and I don't have the next chapter ready I know what else people would like to see. So please take 30 seconds to take it, it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading!