I nearly cried. I gave Percy a big hug, then sped toward the Cornucopia.
The Cornucopia was in sight, but I hid behind some bushes anyways. My mind tried to form a plan. There were seven of us left. District 12's backpack was medium sized, near the very end of the table.
I noticed Jenni run up, grab 11's, then speed back off. I went for the same approach, but it didn't go well.
Right as my hand closed around the bag, I felt a knife in my arm. My vision blurred, and I turned. It was Alexander, sizing in for the kill. Now, being a demigod, I had great reflexes. When he was nearly on top of me, I kicked him. Hard. He was flung backward, smacked his head on the floor, and conked out.
Then, I felt another searing pain in my right hand. The district 5 girl, Emma Stover, took my bag.
Now I was angry. If you saw me in any battle, you would know that was not good. I yanked the knife that grazed my hand out of the table, ready to fight back. Emma grabbed a bow off her back, backed up, and notched an arrow. I had about a split second to think before she let it go.I quickly blocked it with my knife, but that didn't go as planned.
As soon as it hit my knife, it changed direction. I quickly turned my head away right before it hit Emma. Seconds later, there was a cannon shot. I quickly grabbed my bag and the bow and arrows from Emma. As I ran back to the lean to, I threw the knife at the unconcious Alexander. Once I left the scene, another cannon shot. No, another shot. A total of three tributes had died at the feast.
I ran back to Percy, who had fallen asleep. I yanked open the bag, and was stunned. Inside were fifteen squares of Ambrosia, a pint of nectar, and a note.
Dear Annabeth,
Your mom, Athena, has asked me to give you this note. I found these, and figured you'd need them. Sorry about your sopnsors, no one seemed to like your score.
Your half-sister,
Katniss Everdeen.
I was surprised. It seemed like Katniss was a demigod, but, a child of Athena? I shook that away, and quickly fed Percy the Nector and ambrosia. Not all of it, or he would've burned up.
He woke up, and I told him what happened. I felt all of my worries melt away in the rising sun.