Remaining Tributes:

District 3 - Four - Divergent

District 4 - Percy - Percy Jackson

District 8 - Morgana Le Fey - Merlin

District 9 ¾ - Harry Potter - Harry Potter

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen - The Hunger Games

Chapter Sixteen: Final Five

Night fell upon the Arena. The anthem played in the sky like a dirge, reading out the number of Fallen. Two had died that day, their faces plastered across the sky.

Annabeth Chase of District 4, and Peeta Mellark of District 12.

Percy Jackson wandered the Arena, trying to distance himself from the other tributes. He was too deep in mourning to fight, and too worked up to rest. Walking calmed him. Secretly, he was hoping to find a body of water or something. Like a river or stream. He had a feeling that he if he was near water, his

thoughts would become less clouded, less emotional.

Percy wondered who he pissed off in Olympus to have this happen to him. Then he wondered about the Gamemakers; If they found some sick joy in doing this to them. What was the point of this again? Entertainment? No, he thought. It was more than that. The games were a slap in the face and a means of punishment.

He wondered what it felt like to have that power the Gamemakers possess, sending people to a place that ends their life. He was offered that power once, wasn't he? Not necessarily the power to send people into an Arena to fight for their lives, but power. The gift of Immortality. The ability to become a God. When he was offered it then, he had a reason to let it go. Annabeth. But that was then, and she wasn't here anymore. He woefully thought that maybe if they offered it to him now, if he would take it.

Or maybe not, but it made him think.

Anyway, nothing Percy could do about it now. Except curse the Gamemakers, but where would that get him? Nowhere. The Tributes hated the Gamemakers the same way peasants depised royalty— you can hate them with every fiber of your being, but what's it going to do in the long run? Nothing.

Now he wasn't so sure of what he was going to do—with Annabeth gone, and him being the last of the final five, he wasn't even sure if wanted to be Victor. And now that he was alone… everything was different. He might have put up a tough front in the training center, but winning the Fandom Games? He didn't know if he had the guts.

Percy was so lost in thought, he hadn't heard a twig snapping in the distance. Or when it snapped again, alarmingly closer to him.

Another tribute stealthily moved through the tree line, careful to not make any more sounds. She was a natural born hunter, the woods were hers.

Carefully, the young girl equipped her bow, pulling the string back to her cheek, ready to let the arrow fly on her unsuspecting prey. Then, he stopped. And turned towards the trees.

She froze as Percy scoped out the trees, knowing now she needed to let the arrow fly, as she wouldn't have another chance.

Percy felt a bead of sweat slide down his back, sending chills down his spine in the cold night air. Instinctively, he pulled out a ball point pen- Riptide, and clicked open the cap as it turns from a pen into a beautiful celestial bronze sword. "Hello?" He shouted; Aggressive, but not too showy. "Come out!"

The young girl, Katniss, waited for him to turn around, so she wouldn't have to look at his eyes. She wasn't morally high by any means, but she prefered not the look at the eyes if she had a choice.

"I swear to all the Gods..." I barked. "If you don't come out now-"

Don't show any weaknesses. Katniss thought, she thought of Gale and how he once said that a predator has to think about whether they'll get hurt taking down their prey, even if they know they'll win.

Percy spotted a pair of chilly grey eyes staring at him through the underbrush. Calculating and dangerous.

"I see you," he said. "I know you're there."

Katniss didn't want to get hurt taking down her prey, not today. And especially being so close to going home again. She recognized her opponent, someone who had gotten a high training score. She studied his fandom a bit before going into the Games and knew he was the son of an olympic God. And that taking him down would not be as easy as shooting him down with an arrow.

Katniss popped out of the brush, with her bow still drawn. "Put-down-the-sword." She spoke, as if it was all one word, reaffirming her position as someone would was not to be taken lightly, but as a threat of safety.

Percy smiled knowingly, and clicked the sword's hilt, turning it back into a ball point pen. Then tossed it at the ground. He raised his hands and put on his best hostage voice. "Whatever you say."

Percy noted how when he clicked the pen down, she hardly flinched. Like having a sword turn into a pen was a totally normal thing to happen in the Games. In fact, Katniss hardly even blinked.

He did note, however, that when he threw the pen away, she reacted.

Katniss raised an eyebrow at him doing it, what was his motives behind it, throwing away his weapon? Definitely not something that prey would do. Prey would fight, prey would fight tooth and nail. So why wasn't he?

Percy was racking his mind thinking of something to get himself out of this. A bargaining tool, a means of common ground. But he couldn't think, his mind was frazzled. He thought that Annabeth would know what to say, how to play the girl. And she'd do it right, too.

Annabeth is dead, Percy kicked himself for thinking it.

A bargaining tool wouldn't work, he thought. He had nothing to give, nothing to offer. Common ground would work out better. He cleared his throat, "Uh, so why are you alone out here?"

Her eyes soften for a second, "the boy from my district was in an alliance with me. He died. Now I'm by myself."

Percy nodded, thinking now they had a common ground. "His name was Peeta wasn't it?"

"It was."

"You two were close, then? I know your background. I know you've experienced the Games before. You two were engaged, right?"

"Kind of. And no, I haven't had any Games like these," Katniss scoffed. "Not any with the monsters in here. Not even President Snow could come up with something like this…" Percy noted how she said that last bit to herself.

An awkward silence passed by, but Percy was quick to begin the conversation again, in fear she'd shoot him. She still hadn't put her bow down.

"I get it," Percy said. "I lost my girlfriend yesterday."

Percy shifted awkwardly and sighed, "Do you want to put down the weapon now? My arms are getting tired, you know? And I already threw away my sword."

But I didn't, Percy thought. His pen was enchanted—and no matter how far away he threw it, it always appeared in his pocket. In fact, he could feel it now. But his opponent didn't know that, and if something happened, he could always pull it out again.

Katniss adjusted the bow, and pointed towards his head. "I could take you out in a second." She threatened.

If Percy was concerned, he wasn't showing it. "I know."

Then he saw a silver lining, his bargaining tool. "And I know you'll need a partner if you want to win the Games and want to go home."

"Who says I want to go home?" Katniss asked.

"Let's just say for the sake of an argument you do," Percy counters.

Katniss shifted her weight, considering this. "What about you? Don't you want to go home?"

Percy shook his head, "I didn't go into this wanting to win. I went into this to protect someone I loved. And now that she's dead, I just want to spend my last few days doing something worthwhile. Something to prove I'm my own person, you know?"

Katniss's eyes flickered with surprise. "To show that they don't own you? That you aren't… a piece in their Games?"

Percy shrugged, "I guess that's what I'm trying to say."

Katniss shivered in the cold, and adjusted her bow again. "How do I know you aren't lying? That you wouldn't slit my throat in the night?"

Percy grimaced and stepped forward, demanding she take his hand. "Because I'm swearing to it. And in my world, this is more serious than any oath you've ever known."

Katniss put down her bow, staring at his hand. "What kind of oath?"

Percy took a deep breath, "I don't have anything to live for in my world if I go back. The girl from my district? She's the only reason I'm here, and now that she's not…. I swear to you, that I'll help you win the Games. And that if we're the final two, I'll let you kill me. I swear it on the River Styx."

Percy told her that swearing on the River Styx was like swearing your life away, and that if he didn't keep the oath, he'd die anyway. Katniss put her bow down completely, placing her arrows back in her quiver. "You're serious."

Percy shrugged. "Maybe it's the coward's way out. But I don't think I can come home after what's happened."

Katniss considered this, and nodded. She grabbed his hand, and shook it hard. The oath was made. Percy wondered if he had made the wrong decision, but it's not like he could turn back now.

Together, the two headed into further into the woods, this time, determined to find the other tributes.

. . . .

Morgana's POV

"Er- I'm confused. What are we doing again?" Harry asked, his voice trailing through the woods. It was daybreak now, the sun barely reaching out towards the Arena.

Morgana was a few steps ahead, casting spells in the palms of her hands. "We need to find the other tributes and eradicate them. The quickest way home is to end them, and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

Harry caught up to her. The effects of the spell she had cast on him were working just as well as the day she first bewitched him.

"That sounds... Good," he said after a while.

Morgana smiled, "yes, it does, doesn't it? You know, Harry, if more than one person could win the Fandom Games, I'd take you to see Camelot. I think you'd like it very much."

Harry, being under the control of Morgana, was barely capable of saying full sentences. He brain was fogged with the effects of the spell. "Camelot?"

"It's my home, you see?" Morgana said, "or... It was."

"Was?"

"Another story for another day, Harry. What's important now is finding the other tributes." Morgana strode along the forest, shoulders back, head held high. Even in the wilderness, her appearance was everything to her. She hoped that maybe another sophisticated woman was watching her now, and wanted to send gifts of sponsors to her. Morgana sighed in delight, "Ah, but, Camelot! One should never be away from it more than they have to. It's such a beautiful kingdom, you know? And once I win these games, I'll use my Victor's winnings and take the kingdom back from my treacherous brother, Arthur."

"That sounds nice," Harry said, with glazed over eyes.

"It will be," Morgana agreed.

Morgana continued with a half conscious Harry, following a good set of tracks. Morgana was an excellent tracker.

Morgana and Harry followed the tracks of the mystery tribute.

"Are we looking for anyone in particular?" Harry slurred.

Morgana stopped, brushing a piece of her black hair out of her face, she nodded. "District 3. A young man named Four. He's armed, and very dangerous. I believe by taking him out, I will successfully win the Games."

Morgana uttered a curse and yelled in frustration, "but the trail has gone cold. I fear we'll never find him now!"

Harry said, "what we're his test results?"

Morgana pauses, "he scored inconclusive. Just like the girl from his District— she scored inconclusive too. Strange, isn't it? I didn't even know that was an option... Whatever the case, he is dangerous. Let's continue."

Morgana concentrated on her tracking, and soon enough found Four's trail again. She urged Harry along, and he followed, robotically, and without thought.

. . . .

Katniss and Percy walked the Arena together, in a hurry to get it over with. They were also trying to track tributes. Katniss was a better tracker than Percy, so he let her take the reins as he followed close behind.

Percy felt his stomach growl in complaint. He hadn't remembered the last time he ate—really ate. He missed the food at camp half blood, the sweet, tangy taste of the strawberries...

Katniss looked behind her shoulder, noticing Percy gazing off to the woods. She didn't want to be entirely unsociable, so she spoke. "What are you thinking about?"

"Cheeseburgers," he answered immediately. "I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly, if we stumbled across somebody eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it."

Katniss had to laugh at the comment— because in times like these, laughing was rare and something to be cherished. "I was thinking about the woods," Katniss admitted. "I grew up near them, you know? They remind me of home."

Percy felt his eyes get a bit misty. He walked on with her, and told her about Camp Half Blood, explaining that it was his home. "It's in the woods, too. Not like this, not dark and dangerous and not inviting... Like the kind of woods you'd go camping in, or want to hike in."

Katniss nodded, "that sounds nice," she told him. A pang of guilt crossed her. The way his voice shook when he spoke of it was too sad. Too much like a goodbye voice. "I'm never going to see my home again, either. Just like you. It was destroyed a while ago."

Percy stopped in his tracks, "what happened?"

Katniss hesitated to say it, but she felt like she could easily trust who she was with. Percy had that personality. "An evil man... He burned it all down. To scorn me, to send a message to my people. To flush out rebellion."

"Did it work?" Percy asked, finally happy to have something take his mind off of Annabeth.

Katniss smiles and turned towards him. "No. The fire from District 12 sparked the rebellion— It didn't flush it out at all."

Percy smiled at that, and the hope that it brought to Katniss's eyes. Then reality caught him by the collar and dragged him back under. "You remind me of my girlfriend, Annabeth. I think she would've really like you."

Katniss blinked, "what was she like?"

Percy ran a hand through her hair. "It's hard to talk about right now," he explained.

Katniss nodded, "I get it. When Peeta died... I don't think I wanted to live either, but I think he'd want me to return to Panem again... And try to be happy."

Percy shrugged, "I honestly don't think I could be happy without Annabeth. She was... Well, she was everything."

Katniss never felt herself good with words, in fact, she down right failed at it. She wasn't eloquent like Peeta, or approachable like Prim. But something inside her stirred with grief upon hearing him say that that caused her to spit out the words. "I know it's hard losing someone you love like that. Losing everything you know. I'm sorry, Percy."

Percy shuffled along side her, neck bent down, hands in his pockets. She could've sworn she saw a tear. "It's not your fault," he muttered.

They walked in silence for awhile, each drowned in their own thoughts. They pressed on.

A/N: alright! kind of a boring chapter, but much to come! Thank you so much for reading!