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Districts:
District One: America and Maxon Schreave (The Selection)
District Two: Cammie Morgan and Zach Goode (Gallagher Girls Series)
District Three: Edmund and Lucy Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia Series)
District Four: Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale (Mortal Instruments)
District Five: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson Series)
District Six: Tessa and William Herondale (Infernal Devices)
District Seven: Tris and Caleb Prior (Divergent Series)
District Eight: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger (Harry Potter Series)
District Nine: Lena Haloway and Alex Sheathes (Delirium Trilogy)
District Ten: Edward and Bella Cullen (Twilight)
District Eleven: Thomas and Theresa (The Maze Runner)
District Twelve: Kelsey and Ren Rajaram (Tiger's Curse Series)
Clary:
As we wait for Jace to come back to our house so we can walk to the reaping together, my phone rings and I see that it's Simon.
"Hey Simon!"
"Hey Clare! Well I was just wondering if you had seen Jace? Izzy asked where he was and I can't seem to find him. Is he there with you?"
"Nope, he went back to the Institute to change, but Simon can you go check on Izzy? She's still getting ready."
There was a pause on the other end, until Simon laughed and I could picture how he looked, his cheeks rosy and his mouth slightly open, the frames of his glasses sparkling. I smiled at his exclamation, and laughed along with him too, we both knew Izzy.
"So she still hasn't found out anything to wear?"
"No she has, but she still has to do her make-up and hair, and all that stuff that takes her an hour to do each. So yeah she might as well still be picking out her clothes."
"Oh shucks." Simon said. And I could imagine how he would put his head on his hands.
"So, Simon, can you go check on her? And do you know where Alec and Magnus are? And Emma and Julian?"
"Alec and Magnus headed out early, because they wanted some alone time before the reaping and Julian and Emma are at the plaza already. And sure Clare, I'll go check on Izzy."
"Thanks Simon!" I said and then hung up.
Jon tugged at the ends of my hair and smiled. "Simon?" he asked.
"Yeah, he was looking for Jace." I told him, and then sat down on the stairs leading up to our house. Jon moved to sit next to me and he put his arm around my shoulders.
"Hey, you okay Clare? You know there's like a one in a million chance of your name getting pulled right?"
"Yeah Jon, I'm just a little worried. I mean what if Emma or Julian, or Alec or Magnus, or -?"
Jon cuts me off, "It will be okay Clary." He says just as Jace came huffing and puffing up the walkway.
"Hello beautiful." Jace told me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up and down the walkway. Jon is barely able to keep up as we sprint to the reaping, not wanting to be late.
Julian is waiting for us when we come to the town square, looking handsome in a crisp white suit. He waves his hands frantically and we take our spots. I go over to stand next to Julian, while Jace and Jon go over to Alec, Magnus, and Simon. Jules hugs me very tightly and I do the same, wrapping my arms around his small frame.
"Hey Jules, where's Emma?" I ask, as he lets go.
Julian looks around as if just noticing that his best friend is suddenly missing. "Well she was just standing next to me…" Julian trails off and stands on his tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd. When he is unsuccessful, he shrugs, "She'll show up."
I notice then at how much Jules is shaking and I slip my stele out from under my dress and turn him so that his back is facing me. I then loosen his tie a little bit and pull down the collar of his shirt, so that the upper right of his back is showing.
I draw then, making a rune, curving the stele upward and down, sketching spiraling lines, until I have made a Fearless rune. Jules turns his head so that he can look at it, and once he sees it, his mouth opens in a huge grin, and he tackles me in another hug.
"Thank you so much, Clary, I feel braver already." Julian tells me as he pulls his shirt back up and adjusts his tie.
The crowd hushes then as Effie Trinket steps up onto the stage and says a long, boring introductory speech about the reaping's history, and then concludes it will the all too familiar line, "Ladies first!" She dips her hand into a big glass ball and pulls out a slip of paper.
What she said would change my life forever.
"Clarissa Fairchild." She reads into the microphone.
I drop my stele to the ground and Julian grabs my hand trying to keep me next to him. I shake him off, but give him a kiss on the cheek. I feel hundreds of eyes on me as I mount the stage, and that's when I start to hear the cries. Jon's is first and he tries to sprint to the stage, but is over swarmed by a group of black clad bodyguards. "Clary! Clary!" I hear him shout as he is dragged away. I just stare ahead, expressionless, as Effie pulls another slip of paper out.
"Jace Herondale." She says and I cringe. My boyfriend is going to the games with me, and that causes me to think that we might actually win. I mean we had survived a demon realm, so what could be worse right?
Percy
I had nearly screamed when Annabeth had been called out, and only didn't because I was choking on my own fear. Annabeth hadn't even been scared, she had been fierce and determined, her gray eyes stormy and fearless. When I had gotten called, it was then that I swore to myself that I would protect my girlfriend with my life if necessary. I hadn't taken it as well as Annabeth and neither had my family. My mother had screamed out loud, and had tried to get to me, the security guards having to restrain her. Piper, Jason, Hazel, Frank, and Leo had also cried out, and I remember that Piper had burst into tears, her kaleidoscope eyes flashing with colors. Hazel had been close to follow. Jason had nodded his head at me, his face crumbling, and Leo had made some snarky comment, that had gotten lost in the noise. Frank had also started crying, his pudgy face burying itself in Hazel's curly locks. I remember how Annabeth's eyes sparkled as I mounted the stage next to her, and I knew that she was already devising a plan, calculating. I smiled reassuringly at my girlfriend although she didn't need it, and she smiled back.
"Love you Annabeth." I said in a quiet tone, so that she barely heard me.
"Love you too Seaweed Brain." Annabeth replied, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile.
I knew that we both could survive, because of the recent rule change in the games; two people could win, but only a boy and a girl, and that's what I wanted to happen, but if worse came to worse, I would sacrifice myself for the girl I loved.
The train ride to the Capitol was long and uneventful, with Annabeth and me being the only ones on this compartment, and Annabeth spending every spare second poring over an old, dusty book. I had offered to help her, but she had refused and then not even ten minutes later, had locked herself in her room and had left me to my own devices. My nervous tic that I was experiencing was making water rise out of a flower vase and then fall into the rug and then sweep it back out again, over and over and over again. I think I nearly died of boredom. Thankfully we had reached the Capitol, and Annabeth came out of her room, her ponytail messy and deshelved and her gray eyes stormy and thoughtful. She remained silent though, and only stared out the window, ignoring my attempts to make her speak. When we arrived, we were herded out onto the streets, and I was greeted by the bright flash of cameras and a bright blast of colors. Fuchsia pink, cobalt blue, neon green, sunset orange, every shade of yellow; it was blinding me really. I put my hand over my eyes and walked the rest of the way like that, until we were then again shepherded into another building. Annabeth and I were sent into a room where there were already people sitting. They were kids, about the same age as me, and they were holding hands. One was a girl with dishwater blond hair and brown eyes that were taking in every detail of the place, and the other was a boy with dark hair and dark eyes and broad shoulders. His eyes unlike the girls were fixated on one thing and one thing only; her. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he was staring at her though; in reality she seemed to be ignoring him.
The girl as if just noticing that Annabeth and I were just standing there, stood up, bringing the boy with her. "Hi!" she said in a cheery voice, "My name's Cammie and this is my boyfriend Zach." Cammie said indicating the boy next to her.
I smiled at her, glad to have a nice person here, and introduced Annabeth and me. "My name's Percy and this is my girlfriend Annabeth." I returned the gesture and pointed to Annabeth.
Cammie smiled and nodded and once again her eyes darted across the room, drinking in every detail, as if she hadn't been looking around enough. "What district are you in?" Annabeth said abruptly and not at all nicely. Cammie looked over towards Annabeth and opened her mouth to speak, but Zach spoke first. "Two." He replied simply and sat back down again.
Of course, I was such an idiot! District Two was the district for spies, and looking at Cammie again, I realized that she was just doing what a spy would do. Look around the room; find possible routes of escape, look for items that can be used as weapons. That would be an advantage, and of course that would make Cammie and Zach dangerous opponents in the arena. I thought about the districts then, looking for all the advantages and disadvantages. Districts Four and Six were for Shadowhunters; Five was for demigods; Two for spies; District Three or also known as Narnia was for expert swordsmen and women Ten was for vampires; Eight for witches and wizards; and One was for like rich people, where the princes and princesses lived. What about the other districts? Well, I guess they were for just normal people, which was a huge disadvantage. I mean Shadowhunters have their runes and agility; Demigods have their powers and quickness due to ADHD; Spies have their observation and experience; Vampires have speed and cunningness; Witches and wizards, well that was obvious, they had magic; The Narnians have fieldwork experience and swords; and well the Ones have power and money and fans, who would in no doubt send lots of presents to them in the games. That was when I decided that Annabeth and I needed allies if we were going to survive.