A/N: Hi Guys! Long time no update. It's because I had a writer's block and I was too busy (school .). Anyway, enjoy! :)
Chapter 2
Nakamura watched the dark sky carefully to see if the three wizards have come back. They notified him that they would travel airborne. He didn't know how they would, but he believed in their words.
Minutes later, a woman named Marielle returned. She was riding a broom at ease. She swiftly landed on Nakamura's side and bowed to him and Gaea. "Masters. I have killed Harry Potter."
"Make sure it's for real this time. I heard that he didn't die when the Killing Curse was used on him. TWICE." Nakamura spat.
"I used a gun, sir." Marielle replied monotonously.
Then two men, one was large and the other looked thin, wearing black appeared behind him. Nakamura jumped; he was surprised. He shook it off. "What happened with your side?"
"It's confirmed, sir." The thin one named Rutherford said to the sixteen year-old, over the moans and groans of the campers. "We killed Cho Chang. Harry Potter's wife."
The last one, their spy-from-the-inside, appeared from above them, landing slowly as he pedaled his feet. He wore a serious expression. Strands of long brown hair stood out from his short black hair. It seemed like it wasn't his. As he landed, he quickly delivered his news. "Killed Hermione Granger. Also killed the headmaster using her look." He said, the strands of brown hair falling down like withered leaves. "Now, I am indirectly headmaster."
Nakamura raised his brow as he said the events. "The wizards truly have their ways," he replied and the black haired man nodded. "We shall start what they call the Reaping. You three, go to that wizarding school. Explain and pick the names."
Percy Jackson's POV
I gasped awake, confused why I was trapped inside an enormous earth cage. I sat up and winced. My limbs, my stomach, my neck, my everything hurts. I saw Annabeth near me. She and Piper were hugging—crying on each other's shoulders. Jason was sitting on a corner, his head in his hands.
"What happened?" I croaked. The last thing I remembered, I was fighting Gaea's forces.
"Gaea and Nakamura, they gained victory." Annabeth said through sobs. "It was impossible to beat them. They knew all of our secrets, our tricks—" she was cut by Nakamura's booming voice.
"Good day to everyone! As you know, I am Nathan Nakamura, one-half of your rulers for eternity. As you see, you are all in cages for not obeying Gaea's orders. Up in Olympus are the gods, also trapped like you guys. They're being watched by Gaea. For extra punishment, we decided to do something that all monsters would want to watch and all demigods would not like to watch. This event will be shown to you on screens. It's live and real. It's called the Demigod Wizard Games." He grinned cruelly. "This event is simple. Twenty-four individuals—ten wizards and fourteen demigods—would be put together to fight for survival. The division is like that because the demigods are more, let's say, naughty in terms of obedience. You need to kill—if you won't, you'll be killed.
"And now, let us choose seven males and seven females to represent the Demigod side for our Demigod Wizard Games!" On his left and right appeared to bowls with neatly-folded pieces of paper inside. "Ladies first!"
I scooted to Annabeth and held her hand. Annabeth turned to me and tears blurred her eyes. We kissed softly.
"I love you, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth whispered.
"I love you too, Wise Girl," I replied, my heart beating fast. I was nervous for her.
Annabeth Chase's POV
My heart beat fast…I won't be included…I won't be included. I wished inside.
"CLARISSE LA RUE!" Nakamura shouted as a shout came from one of the cages. A vine tendril coiled itself on Clarisse and brought her outside. A faint sigh of relief escaped my lips. The odds for me to get picked are lessened.
"DREW TANAKA!"
I almost shouted in joy. Drew Tanaka would probably be dead next week. Stop that, Annabeth. You yourself might be dead next week. I glanced at Piper, who scooted to Jason. I noticed that she took a big effort not to smirk.
"REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO!"
My joy disappeared like a popped bubble. Anyone but Reyna. Anyone! I saw Reyna pulling back tears.
"THALIA GRACE!"
I heard Jason begin to cry on the corner of the cage. Thalia was a friend to me. It seemed impossible to say goodbye forever. Anyone that's picked would probably accept that they'd be dead no more than a month.
"HAZEL LEVESQUE!"
WHY? Why all my friends?! Hazel is a sweet and innocent girl! How would this be laid out? I dreaded that Piper would be next. . .
"Second to the last. . .ooh, a familiar last name, especially to Hollywood. PIPER MCLEAN!"
I cried out as I glanced at her. She was expressionless, Jason bawling behind her. The tendril grabbed at her and brought her outside. "Pipeeer! Piper!" I heard myself scream. My throat dried and my tears disappeared. The name-calling was irrelevant. The whole thing is rigged. I was next.
"ANNABETH CHASE!"
At the corner of my eye, I saw Percy burst in tears. He grasped at me, he held me tight, he clawed at me to stay. As I hugged him one last time, I whispered in his ear three words: it is rigged. I let the vine grab me as I stared at the sky expressionless.
Jason Grace's POV
I was still in the state of shock and misery at the calling of Piper—also Thalia. There were many girls at camp: Victoria, Helena, Meredith, Emma, etcetera. Just that they weren't famous. . .
Then it dawned on me. Tons of demigod girls weren't famous. The others barely killed monsters. But the people that have been picked? They were the ones who almost always kill monsters (except probably Drew, which the monsters just wanted to kill because she's annoying). The other monsters would enjoy watching them die like their 'relatives'. The whole thing is just rigged—which means I'll get picked.
I scooted to Percy. "The competition's rigged, man."
"That's what Annabeth told me. We'll get picked, man. We'll die out there." Percy replied.
"We won't. We have to find a way to bring it down. . ." I said just as Nakamura said the first male name.
"TRAVIS STOLL!"
"WILL SOLACE!"
"NICO DI ANGELO!"
Name after name, my heart beat went faster.
"FRANK ZHANG!"
They've started announcing the seven, which meant a few more names and I'd be brought outside.
"LEO VALDEZ!"
Here it comes…
"JASON GRACE!"
I was expressionless. The vine tendril coiled itself around me tightly, as if it wanted me to pop. It would be better if I died that way and not slowly.
"PERCY JACKSON!"
Either way, I accepted my incoming death.
Eleanor Wilson's POV
It was almost midnight and I can't sleep. It was like my sixteen year-old self grew out of my thirteen year-old habits of sleeping at nine o'clock at night. One factor: I think too much. My thought for tonight: Why did my favorite teacher, Prof. Granger, kill the headmaster? It seemed unlikely of her. She did that in front of everyone, while we were all eating. A few strands of her hair were black, which was weird because earlier at Muggle Studies, there were no black strands . . . and when I walked out of the room, I saw Prof. Matterhorn, the Potions teacher. And later on at Potions before lunch, Prof. Granger almost walked in our Potions class.
It all clicked together. They're using Professor Granger for something big. Except that Professor Granger is dead. Professor Matterhorn killed her and drank Polyjuice Potion. The black strands were his. He was Professor Granger earlier.
An alarm rang through the dormitory, which jolted my other roommates awake. At Defense Against Dark Arts, this meant that a monster is attacking our school. Together with my roommates, I jumped out of bed, out of the dorm and out of the common room. It was crowded. I followed the other Ravenclaws to the Great Hall. I saw Macy, my twelve year-old sister, almost fall down the stairs. I clawed my way to her, and held her hand. Together, we went down the stairs.
As we arrived the Great Hall, the other students were panicking. All the tables were gone and overhead were house banisters. This didn't seem like an attack or a drill. It seemed like a celebration. Prof. Matterhorn and three other people were standing in front the professors' table. They were all wearing black. At the left side, a thin man who was probably in his mid-30's stood still. Beside her was a woman in her early 30's. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Her eyes were lined with heavy eyeliner, and her lips smeared with cherry red lipstick. She was watching the students at the front, glaring at them and sneering. Beside her was Professor Matterhorn in his usual Hogwarts professor uniform. And on his left was a big, burly man.
Who are these people? Why are they here? She thought. Professor Matterhorn grinned wildly as everyone settled down. "Greetings, students. As you know, my name is Professor Lensherr Matterhorn. And I am your new headmaster."
"Where are the other teachers?!" shouted one from the Gryffindor lines.
"Ah, let's say they are currently. . .out for the moment." Matterhorn answered. "I am here to inform you about another 'species' of advanced human living near our world. We have associated with them and we are pleased to announce the first ever Demigod Wizard Games."
Others gasped. Some screamed. My eyes widened with horror. My older brother used to tell me stories about the first Hogwarts Games. It was all about killing people. Our somehow-relative, Maisie Shacklebolt, reached the top three but was killed. I just hoped these games were more tame and life-friendly.
"What are demigods?!" a Slytherin girl asked.
"Demigods are the children of a Greek god or goddess and a mortal, or what we call muggle," spat the woman with lipstick and eyeliner.
"I'm sure everyone has somehow heard of the Hogwarts Games." Matterhorn said. "The instructions are similar. You kill or you will be killed."
Majority remained silent, but sobs echoed throughout the hall. I learned not to sob or cry. Sobbing won't help. It won't drive your sadness away; it won't solve your problems. Sure, it is a 'sign that you are strong enough to express your emotions' but it shows how weak you are at being strong at times of problems.
Matterhorn broke Eleanor's chain of thoughts. "It's time to choose five females and five males to represent the wizarding world. Good luck." He swished his wand and a goblet appeared before him. I recognized it. It was the Goblet of Fire, used during the Triwizard Tournaments. It was also used for choosing the names at the Hogwarts Games.
"For the ladies." The woman stepped forward. "Our first representative is . . . Scylla Hawkes from Slytherin."
The Slytherins parted from Scylla as her name was called. She walked swiftly; her whole body was perfectly proportioned. She was not too thin and not too fat. She looked like a fierce seventeen year-old. Matterhorn gave her a robe.
"Our second brave one is . . . Belinda Cobbins from Hufflepuff!" the woman gleefully announced. A scream emanated below the yellow banister of Hufflepuff. A small thirteen year-old slowly walked to the front, tears streaming down her face. I thought of Macy. I would never let her go. She's one-third of the people I call friends in Hogwarts. The other one-third is Erik Ridley from Gryffindor and the last one was Margaret Duchannes from Ravenclaw.
"Margaret Duchannes from Ravenclaw!"
I was shocked. I was just thinking about her being one-third of my Hogwarts friends. Now she's called? I saw Margaret walk up to the woman. She looked as brave as never before. Her grey eyes scanned the crowd, who was whispering amongst themselves. She stood straight, like always. She wasn't famous, but she was a big hit with all her friends.
"Alecto Chamberlin from Slytherin!"
A girl with electric-blue eyes and crop-cut hair moved to the stage as if she were a ghost. She looked straight ahead, not glancing left, or right. She was probably fifteen or sixteen, judging from her height.
What if I'm the last one picked? What will happen? My heart beat went fast as the last name was announced…
It was not me, but it was: "MACY WILSON!"
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