The 75th demigod games

The Gathering part 1

Victor's Point of view 

      The reaping, I thought. Where 24 Demigods, half human and half God, get chosen to fight to the death. Today was going to be the day I volunteer. My friends back at camp say no to volunteering. But what do they know. They think I am strong. When in reality I am just hiding behind my powers that my dad gave me. I either prove I am strong or I die a terrible death.

     I hear a soft knock on my bedroom door. "Victor?" The voice was sad. "Are you okay?" I got up from my bed in which I was sitting on and open the door. It was my little sister Rileigh. "Yeah I am. What about you?" I asked. I was not okay. Rileigh was now old enough to be picked for the games. I didn't want her to be picked for the games. Of course who wouldn't want their little sister to be in the games. She looked like she was about to cry but she nodded anyway.

    I break it to a glum smile. "Good. Let's go eat." I said as I walk past her into the kitchen. I open a cabinet and some pancake mix. A note fell out of the cabinet.

Dear Victor and Rileigh,

      I wish you luck at the reaping. DO NOT volunteer for anyone. Especially you Rileigh. If you do get chosen. Win and come back.

Love, MOM

Mom always looking out for us. Although she was an alcoholic and worked a full time job that she somehow managed to keep. I grab an egg, water, and a bowl. I mix it all together and turn on a stove. I put a skillet on the stove and wait for it to heat up.

"What do I do when I am picked?" Rileigh asks from out of nowhere. "You're not going to be picked." I say trying to comfort her. Her name is only in the drawing once. Mine in in there 5 times. "But if you do. Play the  emotional card. Someone is bound to volunteer for a sweet girl like you."

     She gave me a smile and rolled her eyes. I put the pancake batter on the skillet. "What about you? What will you do if you are picked?" She asked. Her face looked serious again. "Will hope someone volunteers for me." I replied.

     The pancakes started to bubble. "Can you flip them without a spatula?" Rileigh asked. "We've been over this a million times. Yes I can." I flipped the pancake. I did the same thing with one other pancake. It was completely silent. I got out the syrup and set the plate of pancakes in front of her. I got a bowl, milk, and cereal. "Why aren't you eating pancakes?" Rileigh asked. "I am not in a pancake mood." I replied as I took a bite of cereal. There was a knock on the door. Crap, I thought. They're here. "They" were people who take us to Olympus to be picked for the games. "Who is it?" I yelled that way I can eat a little more. "You know who it is Mr.Cornatelli.  Now open up." Yelled a gruff manly voice. I take my bowl of cereal and go to the door. I stand there. "Don't force us to come in!" Threatend the people outside the house. I take another bite of cereal. I opened the door. "Hi." I said. They didn't look to scary but they did at the same time. "Pack your stuff you have 30 minutes tell Rileigh. Then we leave." One of three said. "Can we bring our breakfast?" I asked. They seemed confused about the question. "Sure.....I guess."

     "Rileigh it is time to get ready." I say as I go through the kitchen to get to my room. "We have three minutes. Also you can bring your breakfast."

    I go into my room and shut the door. I grab a black and white duffel. I open my closet door and grab a few shirts. I get some pants and socks.

     I go to my desk and open up a drawer. I grab a pen and peice of paper.

Dear mom,

     We left for the reaping. Sorry  but I am volunteering no matter what. I will keep Rileigh safe till then. I need you to take care of her. Don't go drinking every night either. Also feed Doctor Wichester. He tends to tear up the curtains when he gets hungry.

Love, Vic

    "Victor it's time." Rileigh said from outside my door. I get up and fold my note. I open the door. "Okay." I said. I put the note on mom's pillow as I go out. "Sorry." I mutter

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