You've read The Hunger Games. You've read Percy Jackson and The Olympians. What kind of horror takes place when the two combine? A boy and a girl tribute from each cabin must fight to the death. Only one person will come out alive. What will happen when two best friends are forced to go into the games together? Will River be able to kill her boyfriend in order to save her best friend? Read on to find out!


8. River

I had already gone through the painful process of saying goodbye to Niall and Claire. Odds are I won’t be able to see Niall ever again because let’s face it, I spent all my time with Niall, who taught me all about gods, monsters, legends, blah blah blah. I didn’t spend any time training or harnessing my ‘powers’ that Niall said I have. As far as powers go, I don’t think legends or horseback riding are going to help me kill a person.

Niall said that since I am the child of Poseidon, I am able to control water, talk to sea creatures and all that freaky bogus. Although I was skeptical, I had always had the ability to hear horse’s thoughts. My mother said it was a special horse whispering ability, but other than that it didn’t make any sense. 

This ‘power’ had always marked me as a freak around the barn that I take lessons at. So I stopped talking to them, I ignored their thoughts and blocked them from hearing mine. Aside from my mother nobody knew. Not even Claire, but the second I saw that white pegasus my shield broke. I heard all it’s thoughts and he heard mine. 

Claire heard me talking to him and she kept giving me awkward glances. I guess at that point I didn’t care. She was my best friend and I don’t care if she finds out.

Jeffrey walked over and nudged my head. “What was that for!” I laughed and threw a smartie at him.

He caught it in his mouth, “That was for nothing, wait until you do something!” He bellowed and tickled my stomach.

Jeffrey and I have been best friends ever since my first day of camp. I had run into him during my tour of the place and we had instantly become friends. Once I had been claimed he had been really excited. “I always knew there was something fishy about you!” he had said.

I slapped his hands away and messed up his hair. He pouted and did the same to mine. “Hey!” I screeched.

“Karma!” he chuckled and sat next to me.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. It was nice having a sibling, at home on the farm things got so boring. Even though Claire was over most of the time it still wasn’t the same as having a brother.

“We’re going to be staying in the same suite” He said looking out the window.


“Yeah, we’ll train together and stuff.” he continued.

“I think your going to win...” I murmured, “I hope you win.” I added.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, no matter what happens.” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t come to that. I’ll be one of the first tributes killed.” I muttered.

“No, you’re going to win, I’m going to help you learn your skills.” he pressed.

“I have no skills remember? You’ve already tried, why do you want me to win so badly anyway?” I asked.

“Has dad ever spoken to you?”

That question took me by surprise a little bit. I had never really thought about it; once or twice I had had dreams about a man rising from the sea, riding dolphins and carrying a trident. Also when ever I got into a fight at school a voice in my head would tell me what to do, now that I think about it, I had never lost a fight because of that warm caring voice.

“I think so, maybe, I don’t know.” I stammered looking at my feet.

“That’s why. Dad has never once spoken to me, never in my eighteen years of existence has he ever spoken to me or come to me in my dreams.” he stared at me, “He cares about you a heck of a lot more than me. And you’re meant to live, you have to live.” he whispered the last part slowly.

I stared blankly into his dark blue eyes. He was willing to die in order to save me, and he had already accepted the fact that he was going to die. He was the best big brother I could have ever hoped for.

A sob escaped my lips and he pulled me into his warm embrace. “You’re going to be the last one standing” he murmured into my ear.


We started with a glass of water.

We were in our suite, had already eaten dinner, and were now supposed to be in bed. Jeffery had practically ripped me out of bed before even explaining what we were going to do. He plopped me onto the dining room chair and told me to stay put while he went into the kitchen.

Jeffery came back into the room and sat at the table across from me, placing a glass full of water on the table.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I say raising my eyebrow.

He twitched his finger and the water started forming into different shapes. A cat. A dog. The Empire State Building. A tree. And finally a pegasus in mid-flight.

“Now, do exactly what I did, in that order.” he instructed.

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Just try, before you forget the order.”

“Too late” I thought then say, “How do I do it”

“Just will it to do what you want, trust me in will work.” he says.

I focused on the water and thought of my barn kitten at home. The water sloshed around and then spilled out of the glass.

“Urgh!” I moaned

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled and snapped his fingers. The water formed into an orb of shimmery blue liquid then floated back into the glass. “Try again” he murmured.

So I did. I stared at the classy liquid and willed it to mold into a cat. The water swirled and shaped into an deformed cat, it shuddered and flattened out.

“Well, it’s a start.” he said cheerfully.

We continued training for hours, Jeffery fell asleep a few hours in. I stayed up and practiced  by the time I drifted off into slumber I had mastered the flowing, flying pegasus formation.


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