Intro: I got a suggestion for Harry's weapon. I Googled 'Dragon Blade Halberd', and it seemed a little big for his stature. So instead, I think I might gives him a machete or katana. Something like Nima's machete in JP the Game. There will be several elements of other series elements, such as a song, character, etc. Lucia is actually Lucina from Fire Emblem Awakening.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, or any other series used.


Lucia's POV

I was scared when my name was picked. I wondered what my chances of survival were. I'm an Apollo kid, so the bow is one of my better strengths. But the sword at my belt is my greatest strength. It was my step dad's, who in an alternate future was murdered by my mother when she was possessed by Grima. They were forced to send me through the Outrealm Gate, because we were getting attacked every day. Now, here I am, probably getting sentenced to my death. The reason I prefer to be called Lucia is to hide my identity. My actual name is Lucina, though. Very few actually know about the Gate and Ylisse, but those who do are dangerous. I really wish the Gate was open right now, because it could save me a second time.

I'm surprised how long you can get lost in thought, because I'm at the House with the kid. Tantalus showed us around a room, well, a training center, actually. There was every weapon you could imagine, minus guns and all that other modern stuff. "Get to your cabins and rest." Tantalus said. "You can train tomorrow." I guided the kid to the Hermes Cabin. I'm not sure if he's a mortal or not, but it's better than having him sleep in the woods. "What's your name?" I asked him. "Harry. Harry Potter. No need in telling me yours." We walked in an akward silence after that.

When we got there, I said "I'll get you a space." I walked over to the Stolls, and said "Can you get him a spot?" Connor went over to wherever to get a sleeping bag. In the meanwhile, I examined their little object. It was apparently a mechanical butterfly. I looked at the control board, which is the size of an iPod. It had all sorts of options, such as fire, squirt, and self-destruct. Connor came back right as I pressed "squirt" and walked right into the water. It splashed all over his face, and right then the robot started pumping water out of it's mouth. It kept splahing on his fce, and everyone fell on the floor laughing. Eventually, it ran out of water and shut down. Connor gave me the bag, and said "What the heck?" in a mock-stern voice. He guided Harry to his spot, laid down the bag, and went back to his spot. I went back ro rhe Apollo Cabin, and felt it before I got there. The air was grim, as though someone just died. When I got inside, I saw everyone sleeping, which is different. Usually, we are up 'till 11 singing karaoke. I found a plate of pasta on my bed, and before I knew it, it was gone. I guess its true that you eat when you're upset. I was asleep in a minute.


Harry's POV

I made sure to get up early this morning. I went to the house, and started trying the different stations. The first I went to was sword fighting. Even though I'm decent, I couldn't hold my ground for more than 10 minutes. The next station I went to was archery, and I had a good time there. Even though I'm no Legolas, I'm decent. Then I went to lances, then spears, then close combat. I eventually got to throwing knives. I tossed one, and it sunk deep into the dummy's heart. I tossed one at the stomach, and it went into that. I levitated several of them towards me. I was doing trick shots now, such as rolling and tossing, 360s, and other stuff. I eventually went into the forest, where I put together some dummies. I pulled out my wand and started doing a barrage of spells. Every shot, I hit it. Some I set on fire, others I exploded them, and others I slashed into pieces.

It felt good to just let my magic go wild, since now I feel better;stronger, like a weight was taken off my soul. When all the dummies are gone, I head back to the house. When I look at the swords station, I see Lucia there. She was tearing up the dummies like they were liquid.

"Care for a sparring match?"

"Sure."

Twenty minutes later, a couple broken ankles, and a bruise covering my side, I was sweating like hell and panting like I just drank lava.

"You're good, for someone who looks like they never wielded a sword before."

"Thanks, but how the bloody hell are you that good?"

"Practice."

We talked for a little while longer, and suddenly a horn blast rings out.

"Ladies and gentleman, we have 18 hours until the official start of the Demigod Games! Please meet at the Pavilion in 20 minutes."

We solemnly walk up the hill, knowing that one of our deaths was imminent.


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