(A/N) Sorry guys about the long-ish wait; I have another fanfiction to work on but there is something else…I'm writing a book. It's a big, fat novel that takes up 290 pages in my Microsoft Word document I have it saved to on size fourteen. I know that's no excuse to be ignoring this fanfiction, but I just finished editing it and I'm off to find a publisher.

This is the part where stuff gets exciting. It wouldn't be a proper crossover if Katniss and Peeta weren't included, now would it? You have no idea how hard I am working right now to try and finish this fanfiction without rushing before the school years starts. My school begins very early this year; September third to be exact. When school starts I won't be able to update that fast at all. *groans*

Me: Okay everyone, who wants to do the disclaimer?

Percy: Since my book series is the more dominant of the two and I am the King of Sass I get to do it!

Katniss: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can kick your ass; I won the Hunger Games twice and your Hunger Games hasn't even started yet. You're a tortured insecure bastard who can't even get yelled at without breaking down. I would say that's none of my business but it kind of is.

Percy: *murmurs to self* I just lost.

Jason: You just got sassed by a mortal! *puts on shades and struts around throwing glitter over Katniss and Percy*

Katniss: *wearing Sass Queen Crown and robes that say SASS on it* IWOVEPIZZA DOES NOT OWN ANY OF US, YOU HEAR ME? *shoots arrow at camera for special effect*

Me: WTF THAT CAMERA COST ME A LOT OF MONEY

Katniss: *scoffs* Capitol people. You don't know poverty if that bitch slapped you across the face

Katniss/Jason/Percy: OOOOHHHH

Percy: now this chapter has to start off with my POV because I'm awesome.

Me: I was going to start off with Jason's POV

Percy: MAKE IT HAPPEN NOW *cracks knuckles*

Me: *mutters under breath* stupid book characters *stomps off to go sulk*

Percy POV

I sat alone in my quarters, picking at my food. I'd been eating like a bird ever since Caesar's talk show and Silena and my prep team had seemed very concerned. They dropped by every now and then to check up on me, but I always insisted I was fine. Today would be the start of our training and I was super stressed out; I had no idea who my allies would be, but I needed to make a few and fast. Those who don't have allies will crumble when it comes to the Games.

I knew that me, Nico, and the rest of the seven had a sort of unspoken alliance, but I knew it wouldn't stay that way forever. I needed to ally with some of the other tributes, too. Tetro and Raven were out of the question; they seemed to be going solo. Cara was taking interest in Annabeth, and I wanted to be nowhere near her; besides, I wasn't that smart despite the way I looked. Xavier seemed to be the best possible choice, just for an alliance. Even if you had an alliance, that doesn't mean that you had to stick together; it only meant you wouldn't kill one another if you confronted each other.

If I were to stick with anyone throughout the Games, I probably trusted either Nico, Jason, Frank. The only problem was that Frank had said that he was going to stick with Hazel; two people could just barely manage to avoid trouble, but three was pushing it. We would draw attention to ourselves and become easy targets, so Frank was out no matter how much I wanted to brave the Games with him. Jason and Piper were going together and even if I did go I'd interrupt their attempts to become Star-Crossed lovers; I'd just be a third wheel. That left Nico. I wasn't sure how to think of him; he was always so withdrawn and moody, but I knew I could trust him. I'd known him longer than anyone who was a part of the crew of the Argo, aside from Annabeth.

Gods, when Caesar had said she was legally insane I'd almost become hopeful. She had just been irrational when breaking up with me, right? I had tried to confront her after she stormed offstage, but she'd just yelled at me that this was all my fault. Despite the fact that I knew it wasn't my fault, the words still stung. My ex-girlfriend had always comforted me in times of stress, including when we were down in Tartarus. But now that we've been through the tortures the Giants had to offer, she was a different girl now. She was more…independent. My eyes became misty and tears threatened to trickle down my face, but I shoved them back. I was a freaking train wreck when it came to my love life, but now was not the time to fuss over that.

There was a soft knock on the door and I got up to answer it. When I opened the door I was greeted by the face I knew all too well; Silena. She had been so supportive throughout this entire thing that I didn't even know whether I'd still be functional if she hadn't been there for me. I smiled and stepped aside, letting her pass. Her feet didn't make a sound as she walked and her feet always toughed an inch above the ground so that she was basically hovering. I could see right through her if I looked close enough just like it had been when I was talking with Caesar.

My quarters were fancy and modern. In the living room there was a smooth, white, plush wrap-around couch that was beyond comfortable and was placed in front of a blazing cobblestone hearth; the only rustic thing in the entirety of my quarters. The floors were chrome and all of the walls were painted white. Not much of a variety, but it achieved the modern look.

"Percy, you better eat that entire thing." Silena said and gestured angrily to my dish. "You need to fatten up before the Games. I can't have an anorexic Percy competing against two-hundred-pound brutes."

"But I'm not hungry." I complained. My stomach growled loudly and Silena raised her eyebrows. I groaned. Stupid stomach. Silena watched me like a hawk as I forced down the last of my meal. An Avox who had been hovering nearby took my plate, cup, and silverware and put them into the dishwasher to be cleaned. I turned to Silena. "So? What did you come here for?" Silena's face was grim as she sat me down on the couch.

"The training starts in an hour." She told me, her tone grave. She turned the TV on to reveal two people standing side-by-side and waving at a crowd of monsters, their faces serious. "Meet Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark; the daughter of Apollo and the son of Demeter. They will be your trainers and have experience beyond belief when it comes to the Games.

"Don't think that there haven't been any Hunger Games before yours. Since the dawn of time Porphyrion hosted the Hunger Games; the tributes mostly being monsters. After he was defeated by Zeus the Games ceased to exist until Porphyrion rose again. Two days after his rebirth he hosted the 74th Hunger Games, the first Hunger Games to ever have demigod tributes. Katniss and Peeta won using their wits and their amazing skills."

"But only one person can win the Hunger Games." I said plainly, awe-inspired by these two former tributes.

"That's the point. They decided that they'd rather kill themselves using a poisonous berry called Nightlock than to give the Capitol their victor. This was an extreme act of rebellion, yet Peeta and Katniss were the Star-Crossed Lovers and the monsters of the Capitol would've rebelled if they were executed. They now reside to training tributes like you, though they are not happy about it as you can see." Silena waved her hand and the scene changed to an image of Katniss shooting targets with deadly accuracy.

"Katniss is probably the most talented and most powerful daughter of Apollo of all time. She is amazing with a bow and arrow and is proficient at climbing trees. She also is stubborn and rather ruthless when it comes to killing the guilty and the blameworthy; two traits that every tribute must have in order to survive. Do you hear me Percy Jackson?" Silena was shouting now. I nodded vigorously. She waved her hand again and it showed Peeta designing his hand he put it against the bark of a tree and it blended right in.

"Peeta is a master of disguise and is incredibly tolerant when it comes to pain. He is decent with a sword but is more brains than brawn, though he killed a few tributes in his time in the Hunger Games. Peeta is charming and he basically wooed all of the Capitol into sponsoring him and Katniss when he made up a fake love story about them. Needless to say during the Games that fake love story became a real one and they now reside in one of the finest homes in the Capitol with two children of their own. The four traits you need: brains, skill, stubbornness, ruthlessness, and charm. Percy I believe you can win this." Silena's pep talk had no effect on me. I was still scared out of my mind and I was nervous to meet these two tributes. Katniss and Peeta weren't the couple to toy with.

"But at what cost? Losing all of my friends and having nothing, not even family or friends to come back to?" I asked quietly. A lone tear made its way down my cheek and Silena's face softened. She gathered me into a hug, though her touch was just a wisp of cold. She searched my face for answers, but I put on a mask devoid of any emotion; I needed to be strong to win this. All of a sudden a voice blared over the speakers installed throughout my apartment.

"Perseus Jackson please put on the suit provided and repot to the training room." A robotic voice announced. As if on cue, which it probably was, an Avox brought me some clothes; a black muscle shirt, shorts, a black jacket, and combat boots. I quickly went to the bathroom and slipped them on; checking myself out in the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Looking good Jackson." I complimented myself and pointed a finger gun at my reflection. I realized that I was slowly becoming my old self again. Sure, I was still hurting on the inside, but the old Perseus Jackson was slowly re-forming. I smiled at this and walked out of the bathroom. Silena had gone, but I knew exactly where I had to go. I looked around my quarters, which would be the quarters of the tribute from District 4 in the next Hunger Games, and the tribute from District 4 from the next, next Hunger Games. I was just one tribute out of dozens, which made myself feel relatively small. I couldn't make a difference unless I won, or at least came in second. In this case, first is the best and all the rest are the worst; because you'd be dead. Ha. Ha. Ha. (Note the sarcasm.)

I walked out of my room and quietly closed the door behind me, though why I was being careful I had no idea. I poised myself; shoulders back, head up, poker-face on, and back straight. I couldn't show any weakness at the moment; all I needed to think about was training and alliances. I strode down the hallway with confidence I didn't even know I had…of course, it was fake confidence, of course. I emerged into the commons area and found that all of the other tributes were on the couches, conversing in low voices. All the boys were dressed the same; black muscle shirt and jacket, shorts, and combat boots. The girls were dressed the same as well, though their outfits were different than the boy's outfits; they wore a black T-shirt, slightly shorter shorts (the Giants are probably perverts), and the same black jacket and combat boots.

I wondered why they weren't in the training room; wasn't that where we were supposed to be? I sat down next to Jason and he smiled at me. Gods, I haven't seen that sincere, dazzling smile in ages. He looked so much healthier and lively; it made me feel all warm inside.

"The guards over there," Jason gestured to two Cyclopes all decked out in armor that were on either side of the hallway that led to the entrance, "told us to wait until Katniss and Peeta were ready and the training room was set up. They seem pretty awesome." I could only nod solemnly in reply. The two of us were talking right now, but at the end of these Games either one or both of us would be dead. I'd prefer if it was me that was dead and not Jason.

"So, how's everything going?" I asked him with very weak enthusiasm. At this, Jason laughed; a true, hearty laugh. He punched me in the arm lightly and leaned against the plush couch with his hands behind his head nonchalantly. How could he be so calm when we were about to prove ourselves to the other tributes in order to form alliances? I certainly was nervous and jittery.

"Well we didn't even get to the training room and Cara and Annabeth already have an alliance. Those two are perfect for each other, and I'm not talking in the love sense; they make a deadly duo so watch your back. Tetro and Frank are conversing around a possible partnership; they're thinking of braving the games side-by-side, though Tetro isn't crazy about the fact that Hazel will have to tag along. I, for one, don't know if I want to ally with anyone at the moment; I want to ally with Piper, but she's thinking of having an alliance with Annabitch. Cara won't ally with anyone but Annabeth, and even if I do ally with Piper all of the people she allies with won't be allies with me and I'll get killed. It's very confusing if you ask me." Jason scoffed.

"I don't have an allies either. All of my friends are allies with the wrong people. I know that the four other tributes will be lethal and you should ally with them as to not get your butt kicked, but I don't trust them with keeping an alliance, you know? Once you confront them, BAM; they kill you without a second thought, no matter who they're allied with. I'm thinking of allying with Nico, but he already is allied with that creepy girl Raven. I honestly ship them; two Goth kids are the perfect OTP. I call them 'Ravico.'" I reply good-naturedly. Jason's face turned pained for a moment, as if he knew something I didn't, but it was only there for a second before it was replaced by a smile.

"Do you want to ally with me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"Sure. I could even do a partnership, if that's okay with you." I tell him honestly. Jason's face lit up and his grin became even wider.

"Deal." We shook hands and that's when the guards marched over.

"They're ready." One of them grunted. More guards appeared from the hallway and they escorted us to the training room; shoving us forward and not even bothering to be the least bit gentle. I stuck near Jason for the time being, looking around warily. The rustic appearance of the building had slowly turned futuristic; the walls were now made of metal and electric lights were set at short intervals along the ceiling. Floorboards no longer creaked underfoot, but the sound of shoes tapping on marble tiles had replaced it. The hallway became narrower and forced us to walk single-file. One guard was up front, leading us, and another brought up the rear to make sure we didn't escape. Man, this security was amazing.

Pretty soon two doors loomed up ahead. They, too, were made of metal and two small windows made of bulletproof glass were the only things that hinted that the doors actually led somewhere. The guard opened the door and held it open as we filed in, not bothering to thank him; we were too busy staring. The room was huge; the ceiling stretched high overhead and the far wall was at least one hundred yards away. The right wall was decked with weapons of all kinds; maces, bows and quivers full of arrows, spears, swords, knives, daggers, guns, you name it. There seemed to be stations; one space was set up for camouflage, another for fire-making, and several others that all had to do with basic survival. There was a raised platform in the center, probably made for sparring, but two people who looked as if they were in their late twenties stood on top really, as if they owned the place. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.

We gathered at the base of the platform in a horizontal line, looking in awe at the two former tributes. Katniss scrutinized us with intelligent eyes that could've sliced us in half. Her brown hair was braided over one shoulder and she wore a pin that had a bird holding an arrow clipped to her shirt. What was so important about a stupid bird? Peeta's gaze was a little softer, but the glint in his eyes was no less intelligent than Katniss' eyes. His blonde hair was neatly combed, unlike Katniss' hair, which had messy strands escaping from her braid. They were two different kinds of people, yet both were cunning and powerful.

"Listen up!" Katniss' strong, confident voice echoed throughout the training room, though we had already been listening. "You are gathered here today to train, as you will be for the next six days as well. At the end of the week you will be tested on a skill of your choice. Your skill level will be rated on a scale of 1-12, with 12 being the highest skill level. This information will be displayed to the public so that they can make their final decisions about sponsoring and betting. There are several skills to choose from, including but not limited to; battle training, plant identification, fire-starting, fishhook making, camouflage, and hunting. Most of all, you should be making alliances. I'm afraid that if you don't make any alliances, you will fail. I can be sure of that.

"The battle training includes scrimmages, but there is no maiming or killing of any sort allowed; save that for the Games. You will constantly be monitored by guards, Peeta and myself, and by Polybotes himself." Katniss gestured to a balcony that was crawling with monsters. Seated on a throne made of silver sat a smug-looking Polybotes. He winked at me when our eyes met and smiled evilly. How I hated him. Peeta stepped forward and Katniss moved out of the way for him.

"Tributes, I know you may be concerned for the future, as Katniss and I were when we first fought in the Hunger Games. Think of it as an actual Game; all you have to do is try your best. Along with the will to survive you need to have hope; a little is effective, but too much can be deadly. With that in mind, you just might be able to win. The Capitol is also participating; they will make the landscape that you will fight in and send hazards to plague you, such as triggering forest fires or sending out one of their own mutant creations, which are unofficially called mutts. They will do this all electronically, so don't get any hope about killing one of the people of the Capitol. I doubt that you've been told that the powers you've inherited from your godly parents will be disabled during these Games-" As Peeta said this, an uproar broke out amongst us; now all we had to rely on were our skills to win this. How was this going to be possible? People who I hadn't viewed as a threat before had suddenly become the greatest dangers; such as Xavier and Tetro. I was dead. I was so very, very dead.

"SETTLE DOWN." Katniss roared and we all quieted. "It is possible to win the Games without your little powers. As a daughter of Apollo, and I think children of Athena can relate, all I had was skills. Now Cara may have power over instruments; that is a skill, not a power. Frank, on the other hand, has inherited his powers from the Zhang family bloodline; his shape-shifting is not a power handed down by Mars, but by generations upon generations of Zhang shape-shifters. Those powers will not be disabled. You won't be able to do anything about this, so I suggest you begin training. Peeta and I will be walking around and observing your progress, even dropping hints here and there. NOW MOVE!" We didn't hesitate; all of us ran to the wall of weapons.

-Ω-

Cara POV

I sat cross-legged on one of the stairways that led up to the scrimmage platform. I was content with only one alliance; Annabeth was the only tribute in here that showed any signs of intelligence besides Katniss and Peeta, though Perseus Jackson, Xavier Wilston, and Raven Nightshade had their moments. I observed my surroundings, as should every skilled tribute should.

Xavier was hacking away at a dummy with an Imperial Gold sword, his pearl-white wings seemingly luminous in the electric lighting. Sweat already soaked his muscle shirt and he was using moves that only the most skilled swordsman have ever been able to figure out; even demonstrating a few techniques of his own.

Raven was mercilessly chucking knives at moving holographic targets, each knife finding their mark. I shivered; Raven literally radiated power and I wouldn't be surprised if she was the victor. Her stringy hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her scarred eye. I knew that would be a weakness when it came to the Games, but she had so much potential that it made up for it.

Tetro was slicing away at the same holographic warriors as Raven, but in a different area of the training room. His duel swords cut through them and whenever a holographic warrior died, they turned to dust, which eventually disappeared, too. His muscles bulged and the inky black designs that spiraled around his arms and down his back really stood out against his fair skin. He was probably the strongest here when it came to brawn, but he lacked brains, which was a severe flaw.

Perseus was surprisingly at the fishhook station, creating the most realistic and beautiful fishhook I have ever seen. I thought he'd be in the swordplay area, but it seemed that he wanted to be away from Tetro, though I couldn't blame him the slightest bit. Maybe it was a skill of his, since his father was the sea god, but either way he would certainly be able to catch some fish…if there was any water in the arena. His black hair was slightly unkempt and hung in his eyes a little bit, but he either didn't know or he didn't care.

Jason was at the camouflage station, painting a grassy design on his hand, though it just looked like a hand that was painted green and not actual grass. Peeta came over and began conversing with him, though the conversation was inaudible from all the way over here. When Peeta left Jason began to add a little brown here and there and darker and lighter shades of green, causing it looked as if his hand was actually made of grass. When he put his hand against the nature backdrop of the station, it blended right in. Jason smiled and began to paint the other hand expertly, as if he'd been painting all his life.

Frank was at the shooting range, firing on more holographic soldiers. Every arrow hit their targets. Katniss took interest in this, probably because she was a master with a bow. She took one from the rack of bows next to the range and showed him a nearly flawless shooting stance. Frank adjusted his posture and began to fire with even more speed and accuracy. He tanked Katniss and she walked away, observing everyone with eyes like a hawk's.

Piper was pushing the buttons in the plant identification station, identifying each plant as either poisonous, healing, or edible. Her hands flew over the console with speed and grace and she never got anything wrong. I wonder where her knowledge of plants came from, though I was sure they gave you herbal lessons at Camp Half-Blood.

Annabeth was at the trivia area; answering questions about plants, geography, natural resources, and wildlife. My ally never missed a beat and got every question correct. I sighed; she was smarter than I was. Her stormy grey eyes were trained on the screen and her brows were furrowed in determination. Her curly blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her black clothes brought out the angles of her face and the tan of her skin. She looked like a kickass assassin.

Nico di Angelo was making a dummy wish it was never made; chopping its limbs off and reducing it to a pile of fabric and stuffing with a Stygian Iron sword. His face had a sheen of sweat over it and his muscle shirt revealed his bare arms, which were surprisingly muscular despite his skinniness. If I wasn't being so picky, Nico would've been the perfect ally. He was intelligent, strong, and skilled, but he had an alliance with that stupid Tetro Valcan and I saw Percy and Jason conversing with him a few moments ago.

Leo was on a roll. He was creating traps like no other in a matter of minutes; death traps that'll send knives hurling into your heart, wildlife traps that will have the animal pinned under a log, and other amazing creations. As Leo did this his wicked and mischievous smile broadened until he looked like a lunatic, which I suppose he was; these traps would have anyone watching their step. Katniss watched Leo with interest and said something, pointing to his new little thingamabob that would bring a rock down on any unsuspecting and unfortunate tribute who happened to trigger it. Leo nodded and began to fiddle with the pulley system he had. He chucked a rock at the trigger and a rock came down with alarming speed from the fake trees that the Capitol had set up around the area.

Hazel was watching Leo and Frank with awe, while hacking apart holographic enemies with a cavalry sword at the same. I had to admit that that girl, no matter how young she was, was a serious threat. Even though most tributes would expect her to be weak and go after her to pick her off, she was a lethal combination of brains and brawn. She had eyes on the back of her head, and even when a holographic tribute ran up behind her on an angle that she couldn't possibly see, she hacked it apart without even taking her eyes off Leo and Frank.

That left me. I was just sitting on the steps, watching; a flute in my lap. It had been the only musical instrument up on the walls, so I decided that I'd put it to good use. I raised it to my lips, remembering the music classes and lessons I used to take back when I went to school, and blew into it. A sweet, high note escaped it and all of the tributes, including Katniss and Peeta turned to look at me. I nearly cringed under all of their gazes, but I sucked it up and blew into the flute again. It was perfectly tuned as I played, pouring all of my disgust towards the games into my music, which ran through my system as if it was a part of me.

I stood up and the tempo became faster, more upbeat as I remembered the first time I'd joined the Giants' army; it was the glorious day when I finally felt accepted. The tributes watched in a trance as I continued to play, but I kept my concentration on the instrument as I emptied all of my feelings into it. Then it slowed and became more flats than sharps, a low, sullen song about the time that stupid Lucifer abandoned me during the battle of Half-Blood Hill. I poured all of my effort and sadness into it, and the tributes continued to stare, unmoving. Even Katniss and Peeta seemed lulled by the music. I continued to play in that sad, sad tone as the memories of being drafted into the Hunger Games flooded through my mind. A single tear trickled down my cheek, but I continued to play. When I was finally done, everyone was staring at me with a look of utter awe and astonishment, but their eyes were distant, as if they were in a trance, which they were.

Here goes nothing. I thought and my voice ring out throughout the silence of the training room, "KNEEL!" Everyone automatically knelt, their eyes still glazed. That's when Percy began shaking his head and looking around in bewilderment. The other tributes followed his lead and pretty soon murmurs were breaking out amongst them.

"…controlled us with the music."

"…in a sort of trance."

"….ally with."

Finally, Katniss stepped forward. Her expression was blank; a mask of emotions and the excellent poker face. She raised her hand for quiet and everyone obeyed, hushing themselves so the room was quiet once more.

"Cara Ansford?" she asked. I stepped down from the platform and approached her cautiously. Her brown eyes glinted with something…was that admiration?

"Y-y-yes?" I stuttered. I had no idea what to say. Was she going to punish me for putting everyone in a trance? This was training, though, and I didn't think that would be fair. Then again nothing was fair these days.

"That was the most talent I've ever seen demonstrated by a child of Apollo, and I'm one of them. You are truly gifted." She said flatly. I was stunned; this tribute, winner of the 74th Hunger Games, was congratulating me? A tribute who hadn't even faced the arena yet?

"Thank you." was all I could say in reply. I glanced at the clock and realized how late it was and how long we'd been training: it read 10:47 p.m. Wow. Katniss followed my gaze with hers and smirked.

"Eager to leave, aren't you?" she snorted, her voice filled with amusement. Louder she added, "OKAY THAT WRAPS UP TODAY! BACK TO YOUR ROOMS!"