Annabeth's POV

By now all of us, even Gavin, were trying

to wake Percy up.

"Hmmm..." Katniss mulled. "How about," she grabbed something covered in cloth from her pocket. "Prim always keeps some snow handy."

She unwrapped the snow, and placed it on Percy's forhead. It did nothing except cool down his sweating. At least we knew he was alive, since he was twitching.

I had no choice. While Katniss was pondering, I hopped up and ran toward the wooden box, and grabbed Riptide. In pen form, of course.

I walked over, and placed it in Percy's hand. Nothing happened. I took a deep breath, hoping none of them were Demigods, then pulled the cap.

Katniss' eyes grew wide with shock, but everyone else seemed like they still saw a pen. Percy jolted away, and quickly pushed the cap back on, and threw it into the open wooden box.

I couldn't sleep. I got up from the bed, not noticing that Percy wasn't in his either. I walked into the main room, and walked toward the wooden box. I did notice something this time. Percy's bow was gone. I figured he went to the woods, where I was headed, but something changed that thought.

I heard a scream in the distance.

Following my instinct, I grabbed my bow and ran out the door. It was right outside The Hob, and it was Percy. Percy was the once that screamed.

A kid who looked like a career held Percy's arm behind his back. Wait...that was a career! But...how? I recognized him. He was the district 1 winner of the 99th Hunger Games, Dylan Wedge. It was easy to tell it was him because of his muscular build, very tan skin, and swooshed, auburn hair.

"Aww," Dylan mocked. "You're just a weak, thin, pale little Seam boy, arn't you?"

"Let. Me. GO!" Percy demanded, strugling.

I clenched my teeth. No one had the right to talk to my boyfriend like that. Percy stomped on the Career's foot, but was met with a surprised. He forgot Dylan had a metal foot now due to an injury from the 99th Hunger Games. Percy got the shock, and his leg went limp. I assumed it was broken. That only made me madder.

Percy's face went pale. Well, paler than he became a few months ago anyway, and I knew his leg was broken.

Dylan smirked. "I guess I'll leave now," He dropped Percy. "Good luck in the Reaping next week! You'll need it, Tessera."

Once he was out of sight, I ran to Percy's side and helped him sit up.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"I don't know," Percy responded, gimacing. "I was just going for a walk, minding my own business-"

"You accidently aimed your bow at him, didn't you?" I asked.

Percy winced, "Yes."

I sighed. "I'll go get Freyna, you stay here."

I rushed back to the house, and threw open the door.

"Aunt Freyna!" I yelled. "Aunt Freyna!"

Freyna rushed out of the bedroom.

"ANNABETH!" She cried. "Where's Percy?!?"

"That's what I came for!" I exclaimed. "I noticed his bow was gone, and I found him, and I need your help!"

She grabbed her medical supplies, and we ran through the streets, until we got to the spot where Percy was sitting. Except, Percy wasn't there.

"I-I swear he was here!"

Then my eyes loomed to where he was sitting. My stomach churned with worry. Sitting there, was Percy's bow and arrows, all snapped in half. This could only mean one thing. Dylan ratted him out, and he was taken in for questioning.

District 12, Reaping Morning

I still haven't seen Percy again yet. I started getting worried, and my head flooded with crazy fantasies. I was frightened while Freyna rubbed some snow in my hair to bring out the curls. I was worried as I stood in line. I was worried while I stood in the square. I was worried until I saw him, scowling, wincing with every step, being escorted by two peace keepers.

A girl with mega curly, pink hair waltzed up.

"Happy Hunger Games!" She exclaimed. "I am Effnia, and, as usual, Ladies First!"

She reached her hand into one of the reaping balls.

"Annabeth Chase."