Just a quick notice, Marzio's Godly Sponsor was not Poseidon. That was Shelly's. It was just a God getting rid of competition. Marzio just made it too easy by falling asleep next to a body of water.

Damon Romulus, 16

District Five Male

Damon was never the fastest Warrior, yet, it had never bothered him. Until now. As his alliance ran from the towering flames, Evelyn took the lead, her face dull and emotionless. She had been the same since investigating the screaming. Although, she did not have time to confind what happened. Shelly kept a good pace a few steps behind and that left Damon in the back. That also meant the flames were closer to him.

Smoke filled the air around them, clutching and squeezing their lungs with every breath. Shelly and Evelyn held their capes over their mouths but the uncomfortable, burning sensation in Damons organs made it hard to do such an act. All his foggy mind could focus on was running and even that was becoming a struggle. To make it worse, the Arena was moving again, cutting off paths and leaving the group seemingly trapped by every move.

"Come on!" Evelyn said through a choked scream, pointing towards a slowly closing space between two hedges. The group, including Damon, pushed themselves as hard as possible, begging for their legs to go faster than they were.

Evelyn was the first through, quickly followed by Shelly and Damon. However, when he broke through the gap, something pull him back. The girls looked over at the boy, their faces in shock.

The boys cape had become stuck between the two hedges, rendering Damon unable to move.

"Help!" He said in a rough, broken voice, his eyes wide with fear. Evelyn moved forward but Shelly quickly pulled her back, placing her trident in front of her.

"Leave him, he is dead weight now-"

"No!" Evelyn spat, trying to pull away. Shelly pierced her lips, allowing Evelyn to move forward, only to place the trident against her back.

"Eve, there is only one victor," Shelly coughed, the fire now hooked around the trio, threatening to capture them all within it's flames. Evelyn looked at the smoke, then her friend and frowned.

"You're right," she sighed, lowing her weapon and turning to Shelly. The dark haired girl lowered her weapon, turning to look at the flames that engulfed a hedge behind her.

"We should get going then-" with a scream, Shelly fell forward, tumbling into the burning hedge. As her burning body screamed and thrashed, Evelyn turned back to Damon with tears in her eyes.

The boy was barely conscious from the smoke, Evelyn wouldn't be far behind if she stayed any longer. "I'm sorry," she whispered before turning and running for the exit.

Coutille Harrow, 15

District Eight Female

With a shattering rumble, the sky above the Warriors cracked, showering the fleeing creatures with icy cold water. The flames that tore through the Arena without mercy became smaller with a loss of bite with every drop. Within minutes, the once bone chilling fire had been beaten down into many charred hedges in the labyrinth.

Coutille looked at the murky night sky, amazed at the fireflies shimmering despite the heavy rain. Of course, they are mutts. She thought as she held her spear tighter.

Only two cannons had sounded from the blaze but there was no saying how many more had been injured by the relentless flames.

As the rain slowed in its power, dark-haired girl found a small, burnt bush, enough of the tangled branches to still conceal her but not enough to hide her from direct contact. If someone was looking for her, they would find her.

With a sigh, she leaned her spear against one of the root branches, keeping her pack on her shoulder incase she needed to make a speedy exit. However, the temporary shelter to keep her hidden until the rain had passed turned into something more. She was not sure how long she had been awake, with no sunrise, it was hard to tell. However, judging by her weakening state and the gut feeling, it had been almost a full day.

So with the sound of the rain bouncing off the compact sand around her, the thick branches keeping at least her face dry, she found herself able to drift off into a deep sleep.

"Coutille," the voice was barely above a whisper and not enough to wake the girl from her sleep. Then the voice called her name once more, this time with far more pain. Coutille's panicked green eyes opened, only to come face to face with Veyron, a spear pressed against her throat.

"Veyron," she gulped, trying not to startle the usual friendly giant.

"Do you still have your first aid kit?" he asked with a sense of urgency. Coutille's eyes drifted to the large bruise on his chest and cuts covering his torso. "I used all of mine," he added.

Coutille gave a nod. Veyron took her spear, and allowed her to crawl free from her hiding place. She then looked at the shaking blonde.

"You will need to put the weapon down for me to treat you-"

"I want to go back to my camp, you have the advantage, knowing I am weak and in a place you know." Coutille felt her stomach turn. She trusted Veyron more than most Warriors yet she still could not guarantee that in the final five it wasn't an ambush. However, she had seen Veyron with a spear, he could strike her before she had even had chance to turn around, let alone run. She couldn't fight him, he held her weapon. At the same time, he needed treating and as long as she had the first aid kit, he would keep her alive.

Coutille gave a nod and Veyron signaled for her to turn and walk, the spear pressed up against her lower back.

The taller boy lead her to a part of the Arena that seemed to be untouched by the fire. A small, green grove with a large willow tree, at it's base being a glowing pool and lilypads. As she entered, an owl called, the she saw it.

"Coutille!" Grover cheered as he scrambled to his feet, clutching his left hand like a injured puppy. "I am so glad Veyron found you!" Coutille was taken aback for a second until she realised she was really the only choice. Shelly, Damon and Evelyn were too large of a group for Veyron to threaten. Belinda would have helped Veyron, same as Coutille but the moment she saw Grover, she would have left him to his wounds rather than help him. Yet, two people were dead, they had no way of knowing that one of them wasn't her. It was a gamble so they must have been desperate. Of course they were.

By the looks of it, the pair had used their supplies on Veyron, medical wise at least. Classic Grover to assume he would never get in a scrape where he would need such supplies. Plus Veyron never stole Coutille's kit. He brought her he because neither of them know how to treat Grover. She was their last resort.

"We understand if you can't help, if not, we will let you on your way-"

"You will kill me the moment I am not useful," Coutille pointed out, glancing over to Grover.

Veyron shook his head. "Grover does not have a weapon. As long as you bring no harm to us, we will let you go, this once...Grover agrees." Grover gave a nod to his allies terms. Grover under the rule of someone else? He truly needed help or it was a clever trick. Yet, she trusted Veyron more than that.

"Okay," she sighed. "What is wrong, Grover?" with a roll of the eye, the boy pulled back his cape that had been torn and wrapped around the left hand. As he pulled it back with a concealed scream, he showed a palm, covered in third degree burns.

Coutille felt a pang of guilt for the boy, caught in the Gamemaker's trap. She swung her bag off her shoulders, pulling free the first aid kit.

"Is there any cream?" Grover winced. Coutille shook her head. The kit was full of the regular plasters, bandages and antiseptic wipes. Anything more would have been helping the Warriors too much.

She pulled a packet of antiseptic wipes free and tore the packaging. "Take your sandal off and bite on the strap," she ordered. Grover did as he was told, she watched as he took off his sandle with ease. At least his dominant hand was working. Once the strap was in Grovers mouth, Coutille started to rub the wipe over his burns. It would do little help, this late in the Game it was unlikely infection would have time to fester. She was trying to save face.

As Grover screamed and tried his best not to thrash. The anthem echoed through the arena. Veryon lowered his weapon as he looked at the sky. Coutille tried to stay focused as she removed the wipe and started to cut a bandage to size. She shuddered at the faces. Shelly and Damon should have been in the final few. Okay, maybe not Damon, he made it far by being Evelyn's friend but Shelly was deadly.

"Who is it?" Grover hissed, coming down from the pain the wipe had caused.

"Shelly and Damon, fire got 'em I guess," Veyron sighed. Clearly saddened to see one of his friends go.

Grover laughed. "Good that means Evelyn should be in bad shape too-"

"You burnt your hand," Veyron pointed out with annoyance.

"Yeah but with both her allies dead, she must have been in the middle of it!" Veyron fell silent but something stuck with Coutille. With a hand as burnt as Grover's, he must have placed it in the middle of a mass of flames. Yet, his lungs did not sound in bad shape in the slightest. Neither did Veyron who was clearly his ally. Maybe Coutille had gained a negative view on this through the Games but the idea popped into the head that maybe the fire was not set by the Gamemakers after all.

She was about to say something when the sound of a large eagle swooping from the top of willow made the trio jump. It was followed swiftly by a large, dark owl and a pearl white stork. The group of birds landed in front of Grover, Veyron and Coutille. Notes attached to their legs and swords in their mouths.

With caution, Veyron knelt down, unhooking the note from the storks leg. Coutille did the same with the eagle and Grover with the owl.

"You should be respectful in someone else's domain, now he will hunt you until only one remains," Veyron spoke with fear. Coutille felt her chest tighten, a flight response telling her to run. Grover just scowled but even he had fear in his eyes.

"Who is hunting us-" he was cut off by the sound of pan flutes drifting through the Arena. The sky above glowed with lightning yet no thunder followed nor was there rain. As the flutes played, the ground started to shake, the smell of wet animal on the breeze with a hint of roses.

"What is happening?" Coutille Said breathlessly.

"The end game," Veyron said, trying his best to hide the fear.

Grover nodded, jumping to his feet and grabbing his pack just as a light rain started to fall. "I say we ain't around the meet it."

Sorry, the fire wasn't the end game. But now it is coming and every Warrior has a sword.

7th Place-Damon Romulus, 16-Killed by Fire (set by Grover)

Damon was cute Pre-Games and could have been during the Games but I just overlooked him, sadly. I had these events planned out before I even got to the Arena. Shelly would convince Evelyn to leave Damon, only for Evelyn to kill Shelly to further herself. R.I.P Damon, you were never my victor but you was a good character.

6th Place-Shelly Bereg, 15-Killed by Evelyn Spires/Fire

I don't know what to say about Shelly. She was never my victor but I did like her. I never gave her amazing character enough screen time to shine so I hope she comes back in my resurrection story. She convinced Eve to leave behind allies but maybe a bit too much. She misjudged Evelyn. Damon was worth more than Shelly, the moment she left Damon for dead, Shelly should have ran. R.I.P Shelly, you would have made a fine victor, you were just not my victor.

FINAL FIVE EVERYONE! Who do you think the end Game is? Should be easy if you know Greek myth.

The five Warriors will now be joined and guarded by their Godly Sponsors.

Who do you think the victor will be? Who do you want it to be? Most Helpful Godly Sponsor? Who do you think matches their Godly Sponsor the most?

District Two: Evelyn Spires, 17-Ares/Boar

District Six: Veyron Maverick, 17-Hermes/Stork

District Seven: Grover Lindall, 17-Athena/Owl

District Eight: Coutille Harrow, 15-Zeus/Eagle

District Ten: Belinda Herd, 16-Hera/Peacock