At breakfast, Finnick stares at me. Not for a few minutes, but for, like, 30 minutes. He isn't eating, drinking, or talking. His coffee is untouched, so is his fork, plate, food, heck, even the table itself!

Finally I get so confused. "What are you staring at?"

"You," He answers in a dull voice.

I laugh nervously. "Why?"

"Last night, you were screaming. It was so loud, and full of fear. What did you dream about?"

I drop my fork. Does he know? How can he tell I had a nightmare? I mean, I guess he has experience with dreams due to the fact that he's a victor. Still...

"I dreamt about the games. I got killed." I lie. It isn't a full lie. I did die to a kid with a weapon, so I'm guessing that was inspired from the Hunger Games. I don't dare tell them about Grover Underwood or the terrifying voice, though.

I have to talk to Annabeth. She's the only other Demigod that knows she's a Demigod. We both have experience with dreams like these.

Later, Finnick talks to me about training. "So you're really into that girl, Annabeth? Anyone else?"

"Yeah, the 12 Tributes." I tell him.

He doesn't say anything, just nods and stares.

"Tell you what," He exclaims out of nowhere. "Talk to all of them. Get to know everyone and become friends, first of all, because you'll trust each other more, second, it makes you look good. I know their mentor, Haymitch, and he's probably already developed a good plan. Talk a little bit with the Careers, since you are a Career. Not too much. Later, tell me what you know, and we'll decide whether or not we want to keep talking with them. Can you remember all of this?"

I nod, saying, "I was going to do a lot of it anyways."

My stylists let me get ready on my own, so I shower, comb my hair, and, believe it or not, there's a massage chair, so I obviously have to use it.

When I go to my bed, all I'm wearing is a pair of white boxers. An outfit is on my bed. It's a black collared shirt with blue designs on the shoulders. On the back of the shirt is a rectangle the size of an iPad. Wonder what that's for. There's also dark grey cargo pants. Nothing special.

I head down 15 minutes before ten, and ten is when we need to be at the Training Room.

In the elevator, Gretna and I stand spread out in awkward silence. I'm not sure if I really like her. She seems cold and distant, and pessimistic. But arrogant, too, and I just don't like her personality.

When we get there, the only Tributes not there are Katniss and Peeta. They get there, and the Capitol lady starts talking as people put a large "4" on my back on the large rectangle. So that's what it's supposed to be for.

The woman says that there'll be experts at each station, and we can go to whatever station we want. She also says no violence or combat with the other Tributes. The Gamemakers are there to train with us, nobody else.

They let us go, and the fun begins.

"Hey, Annabeth!" I shout. She turns around and scans the room, trying to find me. When she spots me, she grins and runs to me.

We hug and I say, "I had a dream. I also talked to Grover-"

"What dream?" She asks instantly. "And what did Grover say?"

When I tell her about the dream, she nods and frowns. "A voice? I heard it too, in my dream."

"What was your dream?" I ask her.

"Oh, it was bad. Tons of dead kids in Camp shirts, just laying everywhere. I saw myself, and someone else. He was smiling, and talking in the same voice that you described. He said, 'You will never survive. Die now, and suffer less pain.' Then, in my dream, that person grabbed my head and twisted it so quickly, with so much strength. I heard a loud snap, and as my body collapsed to the ground, he shouted, 'Foolish Demigod, Athena would be so dissapointed.' It sounds dumb, but Percy, it was damn freaky."

I shake my head. "No, Annabeth, it's not weird. But somebody's behind this."

"We can't worry right now. Let's go find those Demigods." She says, and I agree with her as we go around, looking for them.

When we find them, Peeta grins. "So, the water trick. Wanna explain?"

We shake hands, then I start explaining.

"We set up a plan, my stylists and I. I was gonna be drenched in my swim suit. I snuck this little water hose devise onto the carriage, since being wet isn't exciting enough."

It's a lie, of course, but it's better than telling them that I'm the son of Poseidon. Then I'd have to tell them who they are the children of. Too weird. Plus Chiron said not to.

"Hey, I'm gonna go over to the sword-training arena. Wanna join me?" I ask.

The Tributes from 12 nod. Annabeth kisses me, but shakes her head. "I'll be at the throwing knives range. Meet you at the edible plants section?"

I give a thumbs up, and we head off.

At the sword training arena, I see Marvel, the boy from 1. He seems strong. He swings furiously at some wooden statues, even cuts right through one and chops it's head off.

I go up to the trainer, and he smiles and pipes in his ridiculous Capitol accent, "Hello, uh..." He looks at his list. "Perseus Jackson!"

"Hey, uh, call me Percy. I don't like going by my full name."

"Sorry. Would you like to train with an expert, or a mechanical dummy?"

"Dummy, please. Maybe I'll see the expert later."

We get to the dummies, and as I set some of them up, Katniss actually speaks.

"Why don't you like going by your full name, Perseus? What's wrong with it?"

I smile. I never really tell this story. I have to change it a tiny but, but I'll tell them the real story after the games. "My mom named me Perseus after one of my cousins. I have a lot of cousins in my District, and a lot of them end up in pretty bad shape. But Perseus, he had good luck and he ended up pretty happy. My mom named me after him because of his good luck."

"So? That's nothing to be ashamed about." Katniss remarks.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, nobody, none of my friends or family call me Perseus. Everyone calls me Percy. Only, like, bullies and jerks and people like that call me Percy. Or creepy people, like Stalkers. When people call me Perseus, I feel like they're one of the punks or jerks. There, got the dummies set up."

We take turns fighting. I let them go first, and Katniss picks up a sword that she immediately puts down. She grabs a different sword, a smaller one, obviously trying to find the best one for her. None of them will be great for me, since Riptide is the only sword that I'm comfortable with.

The dummies all have swords, but they're probably those training swords that don't cut you but are meant to look real.

She starts fighting, and I immediately find out that swords aren't her thing. She can swing a sword fine, but she doesn't really fight well. Can't really explain it.

She gets tagged a few times, and 'Injures' one dummy out of five and 'Kills' two dummies out of five.

Peeta's next, and he's better at the swords. He deflects a hit that, if he was in a real fight, would cut him right through the kidneys. He injures two out of five and kills two dummies out of five.

And suddenly it's my turn. I pick the sword closest to Riptide in size and weight, and although it isn't perfect, it'll do.

The dummies start to attack.

One comes in from the left, and I deflect the sword. It tries to jab me from the left, but I move to the side and hit the dummy in the chest with the flat side of my sword. It staggers backwards, stunned, and another dummy charges at my right. It attempts to hit me around the neck, and I knock the sword out of its hand and slice it on the side. The one I stunned earlier attacks me, but it moves with a limp, and keeps one hand on it's chest. Man, this is a really realistic training, I think, and slice it's shoulder. The next two attack at the same time, and I knock them into each other then, when they're distracted, slice both of them in their backs and they fall to the ground. The last dummy runs to me and swings it's sword quickly. I deflect it each time, then duck and deliver a hard blow to the thighs.

All five of the dummies are killed, and I wasn't tagged once.

I notice that all of the Careers are staring at me, nodding their approval. I look back at my Demigod Tributes, Katniss and Peeta, and they're both staring at me, shocked.

We head to the edible plants section, and on the way, the Careers come up to me.

Katniss looks to me, and I say, "Keep going, I'll meet you there in a minute." Her and Peeta nod, then head off.

"Dude, you're really good with a sword!" Says Marvel, smiling.

Cato grins and says, "Yeah. Where'd you find out how to do that?"

"Training." I reply, not knowing how training is for Careers, because I don't actually live in Panem.

"We should practice together tomorrow. At least one station." Suggests Clove, the girl from 2. I nod, smiling.

"Sounds cool. How about tridents or spears?" They all nod, agreeing.

I run over to the edible plants section.

"You okay?" Asks Annabeth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No worries here." I assure her.

I pretty much flunk the edible plants test, with a score of 64%. Peeta got 71%, Annabeth got 91%, and Katniss got an awesome A+ 100%. Annabeth was kinda bummed, thinking she could do better. She probably got an A+ all the time in school. She got over it immediately, though. All of us asked Katniss where she learned all that. She just shrugged, blushing.

"I dunno. My dad, I guess." Her dad... Apollo? What would he know about edible plants? Maybe medical herbs, but... Huh. Gonna have to ask him one day. Hopefully he doesn't make a haiku about it. That would be painful to listen to.

The rest of the day goes by quickly. We do some basic physical training, like warm up exercises, mountain climbing, basic parkour. It's the end of the day that got interesting.

I was alone with Peeta when suddenly he confessed something pretty big.

"Hey, could you keep a secret?" He asked me suddenly. When I shrugged and said sure, he looked around to make sure we were alone, then started talking.

"I really, really like Katniss." He says.

"Well, duh. You hang out with her and talk to her nonstop." I say, but he shakes his head.

"No, that was Haymitch's idea. I like her a lot, though, ever since I was five." He admits.

"Are you gonna tell her!" I ask.

"Yeah, but at the interviews. I don't want her to know yet. She'll probably think it's a show. She thinks I'm trying to trick her into liking me so that I can kill her. It isn't like that." He says.

"Holy crap. Okay man, what do you want, advise?"

"Well, now that you mention it, maybe a little."

I laugh. "It just kinda happens. My dad and Annabeth's mom don't like each other, so at first we had this really weird rocky friendship. We kinda go used to each other. She started to look more beautiful, and I don't know if that's because I was starting to really like her or what. But yeah, at one point I just liked her so much, and we kissed underwater. I guess that's kinda when we started dating. Anyways, if you really like her, it just happens. I think she'll probably end up liking you back. But, you know,just let it happen. You're good with words, so, I dunno. Look, I'm not amazing with this stuff."

He snorts. "Yeah, sure. Annabeth is head over heels for you. She loves you to death, man. Don't tell me you aren't good at loving."

"Like I said, let it happen."

The girls came in then, and Annabeth smiled. "We gotta go, Seaweed Brain." She hugged me, then got closer, and closer. An we kissed, a long kiss on the lips. Peeta looked at me, like, 'See?'

"Alright, everyone to your rooms!" Shouts a gamemaker. "Hey, you two, what are you doing?" The guy points at us, and Annabeth moves backwards and laughs. I can't help but laugh, too.

"Not funny! To your rooms, kids!" The guy shouts again, and we can't stop laughing when he gets so mad that his whole face, even his ears, turn pink from anger and frustration.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt him. "Yeah, yeah, ya grinch. We're going, man." We laugh again, and Annabeth doesn't let go of my hand until we're at her floor, and she hugs me one last time. "Night, Percy."

"Hey, Annabeth?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you, Wise Girl."

She smirks. "Well, duh. Love you, too, Seaweed Brain."