Mena Sorrlon, 15, Daughter of Demeter

My hatred for Astrid has only grown over the last couple of days. She's just so annoying. Yet, these games are a great excuse to give her some payback for the pain she has caused me.

There's no one left in the backstage room; everyone else has left and is heading back. I'm about to leave and meet up with everyone when the sound of soft footsteps causes me to spin around and find the very last person I want to see.

"Astrid," I snarl, "Why're you here." The tiny girl is almost completely blended into the darkness with her black leather outfit, but I know it's her. Those obnoxiously bright green eyes shined through the dark.

"Oh, Mena, I'm just getting something back here, uh." she says nervously, her voice getting quieter with each word. I see her reaching for a pair of heels and notice that she's barefoot.

"You're not wearing shoes, seriously?"

"No, it's just that they're not very comfortable and I took them off after my interview," she responds, shifting around uncomfortably.

"How'd the interviews go? You didn't speak much, too scared?" I taunt her, I must be effecting her somehow because her eyes beginning to create tears. She doesn't respond, only stands there looking down at her bare feet.

"Not very brave are you? Don't have the gut like you used too?' Her tears in the making are gone now, it's replaced by a look of confusion.

"What?" Astrid questions, turning her head sideways, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't play dumb with me! It was just a few years ago when your stupid fire powers exposed my group."

"I-I don't understand!" A look of shock strikes her face.

"You set the house on fire! The abandoned one we were taking refuge at. We almost died!"

"I didn't! I didn't start that!"

"YES YOU DID!"

She doesn't raise her voice which just makes me even madder, "I did not, and even if I did, that was years ago. Are you holding on to it like a grudge, accusing me of all your misfortunes?"

"WHAT? NO! You ruined my chance at having a good life and now I'm stuck here."

"You are! Stop blaming me for your mistakes."

"I"M NOT! I'm calling you out for what you did!" Astrid sighs, looking sad.

"I can see your full of hatred and continue to hold grudges and reject kindness. But you must see good in others and stop thinking the world is out to get you."

And then she was gone.

Viera Nika Rostova, 17, Daughter of Hermes

I'm up before the sun peeks over the horizon. Last night, I decided to not waste the few hours I have before the games sleeping. Why would I do such a thing? The precious time I have shouldn't be wasted.

I roll out of bed, energy flooding me and pull some simple clothes on. Twisting the doorknob, I step out into the main room. Marco isn't up yet and Hermes is pry off doing something.

I fix myself breakfast and while eating, I run through the plans Red and I have came up with the last few days. Our main goal is just survive. We're not going to run around hunting for tributes or try to remain as hidden as possible. If we run into anyone, we can take them, but it's not like we want to track down people and kill them.

There has been talk about something called the Cornucopia, it's supposed to be filled with survival essentials and weapons. The plan will be to wait until nightfall to check it out, after everyone has left it. I predicted that all the other tributes will immediately go to the Cornucopia, so we're going to go after. It lessens the chance of running into anyone.

Then, we're just going to adapt to whatever place the arena has been made into, learn it's secrets and not be fooled. Survive. I want to keep it simple.

The sun is just beginning to shine through the trees when Hermes appears in the main room. Disgust instantly washes over me. I can't stand him. "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here, Viera, to give you my support and love."

"I don't need any of that, I've already lasted this long without your help. I don't need it now!" I say, tired of his attempts of redeeming his faults.

"I'm sorry if you think I abandoned you. I didn't. I was watching over you, I protected you from monsters finding you. Why do you think you only saw a minimal number of creatures find you?"

"You're lying." I say simply, not believing anything he tells me.

"No, Viera, no. I'm not. Do you really think I would just leave my own daughter to die? Of course not!" Hermes's voice cracks a little.

"Stop talking. I don't need your help!"

"Again, I'm feeling awful knowing you hate me. Just know that I will be looking at for you during these games. If you need help just call for me, I'm here for you."

I give him one last look of anger and return back to my room to avoid him. Nothing he says will let me accept that he practically abandoned me. I don't need any of this drama to distract me from the games. Right now, I just need to focus on winning.

Declan Cole Weber, 15, Son of Apollo

Blair. She is the only thing I can think about right now. I can't let something happen to her during the games. I have to protect her.

It's only minutes before the games begin. I'm on the launch room. It's similar to the preparation room, all white and no windows. A silent guard has come to I assume 'keep an eye on me'. There is this platform in the middle of the room I'm been ordered to stand on, it must be the way I will be transported into the arena.

I should be teleported to the arena for the final countdown soon. I clutch the penny my mother gave me for good fortune, but fear is rushing through me and I'm going light headed. I take deep breath and pray for luck from my father.

I'm about to be thrown into a death arena! I don't even know what to expect. It's just so insane!

Lumina has convinced Blair that hunting down everyone like prey is the best route to go. She thinks that we shouldn't hide away and just get this over with. Although, if I'm being honest with you, I hate the idea. I don't want to hurt anyone. Obviously, I'll have to hurt someone at some point, I just hate the idea of hunting everyone down. It almost brings tears to my eyes.

Why do we have to do this? What is Gaea trying to solve?

I don't know.

I only know one thing for certain right now, Blair has to win. She has to get out of this arena alive. I don't care

if I have to kill myself and every other tribute here. She can't die.

Sarah Colvill, 14, Daughter of Poseidon

These last couple days have been so fun! There's so much going on. I was on TV, too. Best of all, I met Clancy!

He's so nice and handsome. Clancy not just like one of those guys who are fake and rude. We're totally going to end of married some day!

I had to wake up earlier than usual this morning, it was kind of annoying. Although, I was dressed in this super cool outfit. It isn't like sexy or anything, but it's just feels so great. I can move real good and it's a perfect, light material. Not to mention, I look amazing in it! I just love it!

Well anyways, after getting freshened up for the day, I was just sent to this room titled, 'the launch room'. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing in here, but I think I might be on a TV show. Like a reality show or something. I hope it is, because when I win, I'm probably going to win a lot of money.

Yet, it might not be. No one has been smiling that much lately. It's been pretty depressing, everyone just walking around with a frown, troubled eyes, and a weak heart. Could there be something dangerous coming my way?

Should I be concerned? What if something happens to Clancy? What if something happens to me?

Nah, it's a reality TV show.

Nayda,

I've always been to stubborn to admit this but, Nayda, I love you. And sadly, I've waited to long to tell you. You see, I am sent to do something and it might cost me my life. I might never come back, I might never see you again. As much as I would love to hear you sing and enjoy every second with you, it can't happen. Not unless I return, yet, I do believe I have high odds but please don't get your hopes up.

It feels as it has been forever, these secret feelings I have inside, I never told you. I wish I did, but alas, I can't change the past. So instead, I just want you to know that I will always be thinkings of you through this rough time, you are my motivation. I long to return to you.

Viera

A/N: It's the last pre-games chapter! I can't wait to start writing the games, it's going to be so much fun. I've already planned out the first half and decided on the top ten! I don't think I will have time to write this week, maybe I will, just don't expect it really soon. I would also like to thank you for the reviews, I love getting them!

Thanks Everyone and May the Odds Ever Be In Your Favor!