Hello Dearest Demigods! So sorry for not updating for the last… um, few months. (Yes, few.) This year was pretty overwhelming. My poor minions were dying of the overloading of homework. Anyways, I have a few announcements! I made a small list for you:

One of my minions got a profile! The name's Anaaron, go check his profile out (and whatever he says, remember he is still my minion. Do not be fooled!) He's writing for Andrew Restores in this fanfiction.

A special thanks to Sparky's Girl! She suggested writing a prequel, and… guess what? My minion is writing a prequel to it! It has the Heroes of Olympus characters in it. The writing is awesome.

I got a new poll on my profile, please vote for the type of demigod you want to be

One of my classmates also got a profile! c is writing a Caleo fanfic. Look at that, I hear it's going to be pretty… emotional. *Cue 's evil laugh*

Anyways, I hope you didn't just skip over this part…

And now, enjoy!

TAMARA LUKINASA

It was midnight but I still couldn't sleep, is that normal? I hoped so because that would have been the only normal thing in my crazy life. Anyways, going back to my lack of sleep (because that is the most interesting topic right now). I quietly got out of bed, wincing as I stepped onto my fixed but still hurting leg. I scurried/limped to my closet door, and opened it. Every time I saw the suit it took my breath away, as in the gagging sort, not the amazed sort. It was a bullet proof piece of clothing, with straps for weapons of all sorts. It could hold knives, spears, swords, or any weapon possible. Of course, I was going to have to wear it. Typical. I get to wear the evil and uncomfortable suit, while other people get to wear normal and even pretty clothing… just my luck. But the thing in my closet was also a reminder that the chariot rides would happen, and I would be a rider. A ball of excitement filled me: out of all the deathly and disgusting things that were going on in my life right then, I would be able to sit on a chariot and parade around the capital. The thought made me happy, and I was thinking of all the cool tricks I would show everyone as I tiptoed back to my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to the sun streaming in my window. I could hear the hustle and bustle of the workers outside my window. It seemed like a beautiful day, all was right with the world. Then I remembered where I was and what I was going to be forced to do. Kill. I looked at the time and I realized that the chariot rides were going to start soon. So I pushed all the thoughts of the dark, horrible things that I would have to do away and got ready for the parade through town.

Once makeup had been smeared on me and my stylists were happy with the job they had done I got to take a quick glance in the mirror. Yes, the outfit wasn't spectacular and all, but with all the cool tricks I got up my sleeve, both metaphorical and physical, it was pretty great. I joined the other tributes and was amazed at the unfortunate costumes that the other tributes wore. First of all the district one costumes looked like they were trying to blind me. The girl Petunia Pympole was wearing a short-ish pink dress, covered with strings of rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. The gems were polished so that you could see yourself clearly in the reflection. I guess it was so that the District 1 tributes could make sure they looked good all the time, like some kind of portable mirror. Well, they were pretty shiny. The boy, Mac Intris, had a similar style but he wore a red caprice. They both had temporary gold tattoos on their arms, lightning for the boy and a heart for the girl.

The designers for district four really went out this year, the girl, Yaerang Ahn her name was, I think, was dressed in a bluish silvery dress that looked as if it was water itself. She was carrying a trident that spewed water like a mini portable waterfall. The boy, (Andrew Restores, maybe?) was wearing a costume made of…. Were those fish scales? Yep. He didn't look happy about it. I turned my attention to the tributes from District 3. I was extremely certain that the tributes from District Four and District Three did not want to get into a fight: the District Three tributes were wrapped in electricity. Literally. They sparked and had electrical currents running around them. Everyone stayed away from them. If they touched you, you would be instantly electrified. Probably. I slowly backed away and joined my District partner Ethan on the chariot. I was ready to dazzle the audience with my telekinesis powers.

The doors were opened and the chariot rides began! The crowd was deafening. Before I could dazzle the crowd with my abilities, I started drowning. Andrew had apparently wanted a dramatic entrance. Now half of the spectators were doused in water. Then one of the tributes, Morgan, started turning people into plants. All of a sudden the chariot beneath Mark and Hannah disappeared making it look like they were floating in mid-air. I was astounded at first because I didn't think that they had any flying abilities. However, the trick that they had pulled was making the crowd go crazy. Everyone was doing something to catch the attention of possible sponsors, and I was just standing in my chariot dumbfounded and slightly annoyed.

I had to do something amazing, and do it fast, or else I would die in the Hunger games. I probably would anyway, but not getting any sponsors would triple by chances of dying. I just had to think of something that would make people actually want to sponsor me and not some other tribute. I then had a brilliant plan with my powers I slowly and steadily made our chariot rise from the ground. As our chariot got higher and higher more eyes watched as we defied gravity. My plan was working (or at least I thought it was) and I was hopefully gaining sponsors by the minute. Soon however, I started feeling extremely exhausted and decided that my little show was over. I lowered the chariot and just smiled and waved for the rest of the ride.

Soon our chariots left the crowds of screaming people and we entered the safety of a building. The Chariot rides were over. The Hunger games had not yet begun. I seriously was not prepared to start killing people for other peoples' entertainment.

The rest of the chapters are coming, read on!