All the Victors have been demigods.
From Annie Cresta, daughter of Poseidon, who caused an earthquake to break a dam, to Enobaria Golding, daughter of Ares, who used her teeth to rip her opponent's throat out, the Hunger Games are the god's way of giving their children the best life there is, while leaving the people in the districts to rot.
I see them everywhere, the demigods, the satyrs, the mythological creatures, all who think they're so superior. Nobody else sees them as what they are. I don't know why I can. They live in the Capitol, enjoying the life that a mortal will never have. But even I didn't understand much about the Olympians until my best friend, Aria, was claimed.
We were walking in the fields together, the wide grassy areas where we take our horses to graze. Aria has always been pretty, but as she neared the age of twelve, reaping age, she became beautiful. Boys started noticing her. She loved all the attention, but she never stopped being my friend.
That night, the sun was just lowering behind the hills when we came across one of our friends, a guy named Harper. He walked up to us, smiling like he knew something we didn't.
"It's almost time," he said, stepping out of the shadows. "Finally, one from Ten."
He wasn't making any sense, but we paused anyways. I had the strange feeling that I was intruding on something private like I wasn't supposed to be there.
Just as the sun was lowering over the hill, sending its final beams of golden light, the sunlight was replaced by a different glow. I turned toward Aria, gasping as I saw the pink aura enveloping her.
She was stunning. Her golden hair had caramel-colored streaks in it, and she had makeup on, which was applied perfectly to make her eyes pop out. Aria has beautiful heterochromatic eyes; one is gold and one is brown, and the makeup highlighted them both. Her eyelashes had been extended and powdered with gold dust so that they caught the light. Her old farming clothes were replaced with a graceful ivory dress with a gold border.
I stood there, speechless, while Aria's eyes widened as she took in her appearance.
"Hail," Harper said solemnly. "Aria Blue, Daughter of Aphrodite."
"I…. what?" asked Aria.
Harper smiled, and in Aria's glowing pink aura, I noticed small horns poking out from the top of his head. A satyr. How had I not noticed before?
"The Greek Gods, the ones you learned about in class," he said. "Those are real. Your mother is Aphrodite. You are a demigod, child, half-human, and half-god."
Aria looked shell-shocked. "I'm a daughter of a goddess?" she asked, her voice rising half an octave.
Harper nodded. "Better than all mortals. A hero, just like the ones you read about. All hail Aria Blue."
From then on, she was never the same.
She was still my friend, Aria Blue, the funny reckless beautiful adventurer, but she acted differently. She seemed to hold herself up higher, an air of superiority surrounding her that wasn't there before. To be a daughter of the beauty goddess, to her, was the best title of all. All humans were her inferiors. Many times, she and Harper would leave to go to places that no mortal could go.
I started to hate her for that, especially when she talked about the Games.
Every Hunger Games has a demigod, though in some rare cases there are two. These children are stronger, smarter, and better than everyone else, so of course, they always win. Always. There hasn't been a single year where a human has won. The whole thing is rigged.
As a daughter of Aphrodite, Aria's guaranteed a spot in the Games, and nearly a hundred percent chance of winning, depending on whether there's another demigod or not. I haven't seen a Game with two demigods in years. The gods don't like killing off their children. The poor humans, despite what the Capitol tells them, have no chance. The whole Games are the god's punishment to humans.
What I wouldn't give to see a human win the Hunger Games.
The Capitol would never allow it. The city is filled with demigods and their descendants, as well as friendly monsters who guard the city, satyrs, dryads, and spirits. They all live in a world of mythology that the rest of us can't touch. The Capitol is backed by gods, though even without them, it rules supreme.
The Capitol rules all. That's how it has always been, and how it will always be.
Hi, it's Lexi!
Okay so I have no idea if this will work, but this is a Partial SYOT/Percy Jackson Crossover. The SYOT part is normal, so please submit regular tributes. The form will be on my profile. You don't really need a lot of Percy Jackson knowledge to read this; it's basically just the Hunger Games and Percy Jackson settings mashed together, with none of the characters except for the gods, and they play a very small part.
I just don't want to scare anyone off from submitting just because it's a crossover. Currently, there are 21 spots available. (I have 3 tributes, one of them has not been introduced yet) I only made this a Partial so I could have a plan for how the story is going to progress to make sure I don't quit halfway through.
I hope you submit a tribute! Thanks for reading :)