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Annabeth's POV

When I find that I can't climb any higher, I look around, trying to figure out exactly what arena we're in. Behind me, trees stretch out as far I can see, and it's the same in the west and east of my location. Toward the north, there's a large circular clearing, the Cornucopia in the middle. I can faintly see dark moving blobs, most likely the District 1 and 2's. The others could be anywhere.

As the sun begins to set, I decide to spend the night in the tree. No one could possibly spot me, and, if they somehow managed to, it'd take them a good while to reach me. By the time they finished climbing, I'd be gone.

Percy's POV

"So," Nico says from my left, prolonging the word, "How is everyone?"

"I'm fine," Katniss replies, kicking a rock. Nobody has said much while we walked— what was there to say? There's only so much you and someone from the future can have in common.

"So, Perseus. That's a cool name. Does it mean anything?" Peeta asks, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

"It's from Greek mythology," I reply simply, not turning around to look at the boy. We need to continue walking.

"Greek mythology?" Peeta asks, interest lacing his words. I guess learning about Greek mythology is something people from the future don't do.

"Yeah, Perseus is a hero in one of the myths. He slayed a snake haired monster named Medusa."

"How do you know that? The districts don't teach Greek mythology," Katniss says, suddenly suspicious.

I shrug, "My father told me the myth. I'm not sure how he knew it." I wonder when I became such a liar.

I can hear Nico try to stifle a laugh next to me. He fakes a cough, "What if your dad was lying about the myth?"

"I'd have to change my name, wouldn't I?"

Annabeth's POV

I wake up in the middle of the night due to the sound of footsteps and rustling leaves. Grabbing my dagger, I look down. Cato, Clove, and Marvel are talking quietly, not looking in my direction.

"I want to be the one to do it," Clove says, laughing silently to herself, "She's the one who attacked me. She would've been dead by now if that pest hadn't gotten in my way."

"How about we focus on finding her first?" Cato says grumpily. He twirls his sword absently.

As they pass under my tree, I decide to follow the trio. But just as I'm about to begin to climb down, Marvel stops.

"Hey, guys. Why don't we camp here?" he asks, pointing to my tree. No, no, no. Are the gods against me? Cato and Clove shrug and begin to climb. They climb slower than I do, but they're still fast. I look around frantically, looking for some sort of escape. Not finding one, I hold my breath and pray to Mount Olympus that they don't see me.

They don't. At least I don't think they do. They stop climbing a few yards under me and settle there. I almost let out a sigh of relief, but I hold it in at the last moment. That'd be horribly ironic- my sigh of relief killed me.

"Where do you think she is?" Cato asks from below me. I wonder who "she" is.

"Who knows?" Clove replies, looking at her reflection in the blade of her sword. "She's strong, I can tell you that. And smart. She's dangerous, but we can take her. We're better than a District Four female." Oh. Oh. I'm the "she." Nico must've been the pest she was talking about earlier.

"Let's get some sleep," Marvel suggests. "I'll take the first watch."

The others agree and rest against the bark of the tree, slowly drifting to sleep. I know I won't be going back to sleep. I look up towards the sky, thinking of possible ways to escape the arena. Somehow, it's easier to think now than it had been before.

Nico's POV

"I am so tired," I gasp between breaths. We had been walking all night without any food or water.

Percy seems unaffected. Nonetheless, he sighs and says, "Fine. We'll take a breath. But after that, we have to continue searching for her."

"She must really mean a lot to you," Katniss says distantly, leaning against a tree.

"Yeah, she does," Percy sighs, looking at her but not really seeing her. He looks through her, as if she were glass. I wonder what he's thinking about.

"Back home, my family was all that mattered to me. There wasn't any time for love or relationships. My main priority was keeping my family alive at any cost. I volunteered for my sister, Prim. I didn't think she'd be called, I just— it's just so unlikely. It was her first year. Someone I know had their names put in the bowl forty two times."

"Forty two?" Peeta asks, shocked. That must be dangerous, having your name in there so many times. But I don't it'd affect you too much, there were so many names in the Reaping bowl.

Katniss opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted by an ear piercing scream. A familiar scream, a female's. Annabeth's.

Annabeth's POV

They saw me. They know I'm here. How did they find out? I was sure that they were all asleep—

"You can't run forever, Chase!" Cato taunts from behind me, his quick footsteps loud against the ground.

I had tried to run. I had climbed down the tree without making a sound, but I saw a spider and yelped. I heard the three of them quickly wake up, so I let go of the tree and began to run. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could get away from them as they climbed down the tree. But they just jumped down. It wasn't long before they were right on my tail, and that brings us to the present.

I dodge a tree before I smack into it and try to increase my pace. My lungs are screaming for air and my legs are throbbing from the sudden movement.

"Oh, really?" I yell behind me. "Thanks for telling me."

"Joke all you want! It's three against one. Do the math, 'Four." Clove shouts, calling me by my district number.

I hear them quickly get closer to me, their feet finding a rhythm. A hand grabs at my shoulder, but shake it off before they can get a good grip.

I let out a scream, not because I'm afraid, but to try to get Percy to hear me. Hopefully, he's close. I know I can't run for long, I'll slow down eventually and they'll catch me. I could try to fight, but I don't know how long I can hold off three very skilled, murderous tributes.

"Crying for your boyfriend, Annabelle?" Marvel says, grabbing at my jacket. He gets a good grip on it, his hand curling around the material. I shake off my jacket and continue to run.

I hear someone trip behind me and groan. I can tell by the voice it's not Clove. I have a feeling Clove isn't going to stop for anything.