A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait. I was having a hard time deciding on names, and I was being stubborn. This happens after the message and everyone saw it. The Seven plus Nico all woke up in similar circumstances. Just so you know. Oh and some of the characters like Eve, Tess, Bea, and others are made up. Actually I made up pretty much all the people the Seven meet from Panem. Hazel is in District 1 just so you know. I would've put her in 12, but that's where Nico is because it's probably, in my opinion, the darkest.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, HoO, or HG.

Chapter 2:

Frank's POV

After waking up in a field of cows plus one 15 year old and going into town only to be told that a gladiatorial battle between children that had ended half a century ago had been rebooted, I was pretty bummed. Eve's family let me stay with them after the announcement and filled me in on what happened in the past century. The day before the Reaping, I talked to Eve about what to do if I was chosen.

"You probably won't be chosen," she said, but I knew better than to think that.

The day of the Reaping, Eve's parents stuffed me in the nicest thing they had, (a button down and jeans) and sent Eve (who was in a dress, which she seemed very unhappy about) and me into town, saying "They'd be there shortly." We stood in the crowd of children, waiting for the rest of District 10 to arrive. When everyone arrived, a lady stepped on the platform that had been built after the announcement.

"In the reinstatement of the Hunger Games, we are required to chose tributes." She went on for a while, talking about the history of the Games, Panem, etc., when finally she said, "And now it's time to choose two brave victors to compete in the 76th Hunger Games." She took a second to take a deep breath before saying, "Ladies first." She strode over to one of the bowls with names in it and pulled out a name. "Eve Morton!" I looked over at Eve to where she stood shocked and dismayed. Of course my friend would be chosen. Just my luck. Eve walked slowly up onto the stage.

"Let's have a hand for our first tribute," said the lady, but it sounded forced. Eve stood on the stage looking at everyone staring daggers at the announcer. The lady seemed sad about the games too so I took pity on her.

"And now the boys," she walked over to the other bowl and pulled out a name.

"Frank Zhang!" I waited a second before I realized that was my name. No, no, no! I thought, Now I have to fight my friend to the death? Demigods have terrible luck. I walked up to the stage. The lady told us to shake hands. We shook hands and the lady forced out a, "May the odds be ever in your favor." Really? When are the odds ever in any demigod's favor? We waited in separate rooms to say goodbye to any family. Eve's parents were the only one to come see me.

"Try to keep her safe. Please," Eve's father begged me. I nodded in promise. Just then some guys came in and told them to leave. They loaded me and Eve onto a silver train and we sat in a compartment with food and comfy chairs. The announcer lady who had come with us sat down across us and for the first time I noticed that I knew her. She was the journalist for District 10. I had run into her a few times before, but she'd always seemed stressed and now I knew why.

"I'm sorry you two got picked," she said. I said nothing. It wasn't her fault, I just had really bad luck. Then a burly man that looked sorta like me walked in.

"Ah, this will be your mentor, Angus," said the announcer lady. The guy, Angus, raised a hand in greeting. "He'll be training you for the games due to the fact that all the District 10 victors or tributes are dead." I looked him over again and could tell that he was a fighter.

"Ah, the other tributes have been chosen," the lady said.

"Anyone good?" Angus asked.

"Well the boy from 4 looks kinda like he wants to kill someone, as well as the girl from 3, and boys from 5 and 12 look like good fighters." They continued to talk about the tributes while Eve and I ate some of the food on the table. When they were done talking, Angus turned to us and said, "Well, let's get you ready to win the games."

Annabeth's POV

I went to the Reaping with Cordin, figuring I would get chosen, but I was wrong.

"Cordin Johnson!" was called on the speaker. I looked up at Cordin, momentarily I surprised that she was called rather than me. She stood on the stage looking out on us, on me.

"Are there any volunteers?" I don't know what happened or why I did it, but I found myself yelling, "I volunteer as tribute!"

"Oh! It looks like we have a volunteer!" said the lady, all too cheerfully. I slowly walked up to the stage and looked at Cordin. She looked horrified at what I did. Some guys escorted her off the stage and the lady asked me for my name.

"Annabeth Chase."

"Well Annabeth, what made you volunteer?"

"I don't know. That was my friend and I figured I could win this, any ways, better me than her."

"Ooo! Confidence! A good trait. Now time for the boys." She strode over to the other bowl and picked out a card.

"Digit Saunders!" A blonde haired boy in the crowd looked up and slowly approached the stage.

"Well, shake hands," coaxed the lady. I turned to Digit and noticed he looked familiar. Malcolm, he looks like my half brother! I stuck my hand out to shake his, but very slowly.

"Let's have a hand for District 3's tributes! May the odds be ever in your favor!" No one clapped. I looked out at everyone and watched them. Then we were escorted to rooms to say goodbye to any friends or family. Cordin came and she seemed upset that I volunteered. I said good bye then was escorted to a train. The lady was already in the train compartment, sitting comfortably on a velvet chair.

"Welcome!" she said with a smile. Seriously, she enjoyed this way too much. "I'm Coralline Snow, your escort. I was very excited to be viewing the Hunger Games and now to be an active part of it is very exciting. What do you think?" She turned to me and Digit. Digit had been looking at the ground the entire time. When neither of us spoke she raised her voice and said, "Byte! I think they're ready for you!" A door at the end of the compartment opened and in stepped a man that looked about 20, with black, almost blue hair, with eyes of a smart calculating person, and he reminded me of Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock).

"Hello, I'm Byte Arrington, and I'll be your mentor for the Games." I looked up at him and noticed Digit had as well.

"When you arrive at the Capitol, you will be sent to stylists. They're going to prepare you for the chariot parade. Until then we'll discuss how to win the Hunger Games. Do either of you know your main weaknesses?"

"Pride and spiders," I said immediately.

"Wow, I just expected you to both shrug. Tell me, have you ever been trained in combat?"

"A little," I lied, "Why?"

"That's what's gonna get you through the Games. That and strategy." I nodded, I understood it perfectly.

"I can't swim," said Digit, "Will I need to know how to for the games?"

"Thinking a little out of the box, aren't we?" asked Byte, "But to answer the question, swimming would be a good skill to have."

"I bet one of the District 4 tributes can teach you," I suggested.

"Oh, yes, a good strategy is to make alliances," Byte said, "Find someone who is good, but not too good, in case they turn on you." Just then Coralline announced, "The results from the other Districts are in!"

"Well," I said, "Let's see who we're up against."

Nico's POV

"And the male tribute for District 12 is...Nico di Angelo!" I looked up when my name was called. I walked up to the stage and stared out at everyone in the crowd. I stood next to the female tribute, Ashley Hammond, and shook her hand. We were then herded into a room where we were supposed to say our goodbyes. No one came, so it was kind of a relief when we were shoved on a train. Ashley looked around, then noticed the food. She walked over and picked up an apple and bit into it. My guess was her family couldn't afford fresh fruits so this was special.

"Hungry?" she asked, offering me an apple which I turned down. I didn't want any food. Just then the lady came in, followed by a guy that looked mid-twenties.

"Ok, I'm Gale Mellark, and I will be your mentor for the games," said the guy, "My grandparents were in the game, and they were the ones who stopped it." For a second he looked really lost, but he regained focus quickly. "Do either of you have combat training?" He looked at us expectantly. Ashley spoke up, "I can shoot arrows." He turned to Ashley and looked at her.

"How good are you?" he asked.

"Very," she replied. While they talked I hung back not wanting to draw attention to myself. Good luck with that, I thought, I just got chosen for a televised death match. I looked around the train when I realized that Gale and Ashley were staring at me.

"Huh?" I said.

"What can you do?" Gale asked. I can raise the dead and teleport using shadows, I thought sarcastically. "Uh, I can sword fight," I said hesitantly. Gale looked surprised.

"How'd you learn that?" Ashley asked. "Umm, my dad was really paranoid and wanted me to be able to defend myself," I lied. They looked at me but didn't question it.

"Good. When you get to the Capitol some stylists will prepare you for the chariot parade." He started going on about strategies and combat and whatnot, but I only half listened. I started thinking about camp and Hazel and Reyna. After the war, she and I started hanging out. I kinda liked her.

"Nico!" I heard Ashley shout my name and I realized we were there. Where ever there was.

I'm so sorry it took so long. I was busy with school reports and whatnot. I was also suffering from writer's block so it took longer than expected. But now I know that it'll probably be monthly updates. Please review. :)

~fezzesarecool1011