Soli Deo gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Hunger Games or Disney.

Here is the point of view of . . . Peter!

I'm having a nice dream of me playing with the Lost Boys when I suddenly wake up. Usually, everything is bright and nice in the morning, but today, I can tell that it's going to be a dark day.

I'm going into the arena today.

I get up and I put on some green clothes before I head out of my bedroom. I look around the living room and dining room, but the only person I see is Wendy. Our mentors, Tinker Bell and the Indian Chief, said goodbye to us last night. They're going to be controlling our gifts and sponsors in the own special viewing rooms. Our escort, José Carioca, went with them. She notices me and looks at the ground, saying, "Oh, good morning, Peter."

"Hey, Wendy," I say cheerfully as I grab a roll from the table where there's some fruit and bread. I look around and say, "Do you know when our stylists are coming?"

"Quite soon, I believe," she says, looking at the front door.

I nod and say, "Ready for today?"

She sighs and says, "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."

"Hey, remember, we have Mowgli and Naveen," I say quietly.

She nods; then the door opens and in comes our stylists, the cat-like Si and Am, both yellow and wearing whiskers. "It'ssss time," says Si, my stylist.

I turn to Wendy and say, "Well, Wendy, here we go." She exhales slowly and the four of us head to the elevators. We go up, up, up and the doors open to reveal the roof. "Wow," I say as I look around. The roof is smooth; it looks like it's a landing zone.

"Quickkkkkk, our ridessss are here," says Am, and suddenly two hovercrafts appear out of thin air.

"That's amazing," I say as Si moves me toward one of the hovercrafts.

"Bye, Peter," I hear; I turn to see Wendy waving quietly toward me as Am leads her to the hovercraft.

"Good luck, Wendy," I say and Si says, "Hurry!"

I nod and turn and my hands reach for the ladder and once they do, I feel them become stuck and I can't move. I try wiggling, but my efforts do nothing, so I stand still, a little too surprised to ask Si what's happening. Suddenly, I feel the ladder lift up, and I look, amazed, as the ladder goes through a hole in the bottom of the hovercraft. "Cool," I say as I'm approached by one of the Capitol attendants.

"Hold still," she says, and she takes a needle and puts it into my arm, making me wince at the pain.

"What's that?" I ask as I watch her wipe the needle with a rag.

"It's a tracker. It's to make sure we know where you are when you're in the arena," explains the woman.

I feel the pull on the ladder go away and I leap down from the rungs. The ladder goes down and brings up Si and then the hole closes up and Si says to me, "Take a seat." We take seats and the hovercraft takes off.

I want to explore the entire ship because it's really cool looking, but Si wants to me stay in his sight, so I do. I don't like it, though. I'm not good at staying still for long. I'm the kind of person who's constantly going around my district, which is 6. My Lost Boys all follow me and we have such fun adventures. It's kind of sad to think that I'll never be able to do that again.

We pull to a stop half an hour later and I experience the ladder again as we descend. Si leads me to a tunnel, and it gets dark except for some sparse lights. We walk for several minutes; it takes forever. We twist and turn and it gets damp. We're going to the Launch Room. Our districts have a name for it. We call it the Stockyard, a place where animals go to slaughter.

I have no smile on my face now as we head to our room. It has couches and a bathroom and sofas and tables and chairs and stuff.

I get dressed in the clothes all tributes have to wear. A blue tank with a black jacket that can be tied around my waist when I don't need it. The jacket, when wet, lets the water slide off it. I put on boots over my shoes and socks that go up to my knees and a pair of dark tan pants.

After that, Si sits in his chair while I munch on bread and play an occasional tune on my instrument that I brought with me from home. Each tribute gets to bring a piece of home into the arena, and I brought my pan pipes. Apparently, it barely made it past inspection, because it could alert people. In the end, they decided to let me have it, and I play a few notes while we wait.

After a while, Si stands up and says, "It's time."

Time already? I look up from my pan pipes and say, "Already?"

"Yessss, now get into the tube like a nicccccceeeeee boy," says Si. We both turn to see a plate emerge in the tube.

"Okay, okay," I say, a bit annoyed. I don't like being ordered around by grownups. I walk over to the tube and step inside. It's small; I can only imagine how the boy from 1 is going to fit into his.

"Good luckkkkkk," says Si, and I nod as the clear walls of the tube close, leaving me in silence, save for my own breathing.

Suddenly, I feel myself rising, and I look up to see if I can see the sun. There's not much of it, but I see a bit more as I rise higher and higher. The plate reaches the top and I look around, careful not to step an inch off my plate. If I do that, I'll be blown to bits.

We hear Goofy say loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fourth Disney Games begin!"

There's barely any sun at all, for it looks like we're all surrounded by tons and tons and tons of trees. The sky is getting covered up with leaves. The trees all have large leaves and huge trunks and everything is really, really hot.

It's really, really, really warm. I look around and see that we're all in a rather tight circle. The next person next to me, the redheaded girl from 4, is only three feet away from me. The other person near me is the boy from 8, who could easily grab me and pummel me.

In front of us is the cornucopia, which is this big gold-colored horn. It doesn't even look like it's filled. People look at each other, confused, and I look at Wendy, who looks a bit worried.

Sweat starts to build on me. We only have about thirty seconds until the gong tells us to start.

People are looking at people. Three of the Careers look at the boys from 9 and 12. The girl from 9 is looking at the Careers from 4 and a couple of others. I find Mowgli, who nods at me slowly, and then Naveen, who looks a little bit lost.

I wonder how we all look on TV. I wonder if the Lost Boys are cheering or waiting silently as they watch me. I know them, though; they'll be cheering. Hopefully, I'll make it pass the bloodbath, which is the first kills near the cornucopia.

It feels tense, which is not a feeling I normally feel. I'm usually very happy, but I frown now as I look around. I'm going to need something to protect myself with. I can only hope that there's something deep in the cornucopia, or that I can make something from these trees.

I gulp and suddenly the gong sounds, and things become a blur as I run.

THEY'RE IN THE ARENA NOW. I don't know if I should say 'yay' or not. Anyway, here's something that bothers me: growing up, I always thought that Si and Am were boys, but then I see that they were voiced by girls and my mom, after being asked, says they're girls. *Blinks* I'M JUST GOING TO GO WITH THEM BEING BOYS YES GOOD ON WE GO.

Anyway, please let me know what you think!