The Olympian Games(Percy Jackson/Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 36

Hunter felt normal when he walked out the infirmary... Until the crowd came rushing in. The minor gods and other "mythical" creatures he saw before raced to him right when he stepped out of the infirmary yelling his name. Some seemed to be supporters of him, but others were angry, saying that another tribute should have won. A couple even looked like they were taking photos, which Hunter assumed was for Hephaestus TV. He ducked to avoid crashing into them while Hermes acted like an escort. Hunter felt like a celebrity. Everyone dreams of being one right? Well, not Hunter. He didn't want to feel famous for killing his own kind, that's just brutal. He didn't want to be rewarded for winning a game that was completely immoral.

With the crowd in the way, it took longer than it should have been to arrive at the palace of the gods. Both Hunter and Hermes entered through the gates before it automatically closed behind them. Hermes took his place on his throne while Hunter stood in awe. He has never been on Mount Olympus, and even for the home of gods that killed for no reason, it was better than amazing. The first thing Hunter noticed were the big thrones, then he saw how tall the gods were. They were huge, taller than any mortal. Hunter guessed that the gods liked to feel big and mighty before puny humans.

"Welcome, Son of Apollo!" A deep voice boomed. Before even looking at the god, Hunter could tell it was Zeus. The god of thunder sat in a throne a little larger than the others next to his wife, Hera. Hunter noticed that instead of wearing ancient battle gear, they wore modern clothing, as if this was a casual thing they do on Sundays.

Hunter crossed his arms. "What do you guys want?" He questioned.

Zeus chuckled as lightning crackled around him. The other Olympians exchanged concerned looks. Zeus wiped off a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye before saying, "You won the Olympian Games, young demigod! You will receive an award from us gods!"

Hunter scowled. How could he accept a gift for killing? He relaxed his face as a idea started forming in his head. He straightened his back and looked at the Olympians with confidence. Hunter declared, "I want the tributes of the Olympian Games to be resurrected. That is my only wish and I intend for it to be fulfilled."

Zeus' face grew red with anger, as if he wanted the exact opposite. The other gods shot looks at Hunter in pity. Great, Hunter thought, I'm going to be blasted by Zeus and live in the Fields of Punishment for eternity. The room filled with silence after Hunter's request. The silence was unsettling and bothersome. All Hunter wanted was at least one god to speak up.

"We should accept his request." A girl's voice said. Hunter jumped at the sound and searched for the source. His eyes finally set on a girl, who was no older than 12, tending to the massive fire in the center of the throne room. Hunter hadn't noticed her before, but when he did, he recognized her immediately.

"Vesta." Hunter marveled.

"No, no," the goddess said gently, "at the moment I am Hestia." Her appearance soon began to change. Her robes melted into a stola and he head now wore a laurel wreath. "Now I am Vesta, my Roman counterpart," Her clothes changed back to normal. "But I prefer my Greek form. I am much more at peace." She muttered.

Zeus glared at his sister and then at Hunter. "Why should we accept your request, son of Apollo?"

Hunter stared at Zeus in disbelief. Almost enraged, he said, "Don't you want your children to be back? You got them killed to what? A contest?" Hunter shook his head, astonished.

Some of the gods muttered and shook their head in agreement. Hunter watched as the Olympians whispered amongst themselves before all coming to an agreement.

"Fine," Zeus mumbled. "But we're going to have to get our expert on this." With that Zeus called out, "Thanatos!" In a booming voice.

At first nothing happened, but Hunter stumbled back as a darkness swirled in front of him. A figure slowly formed in front of him. The god of death was dressed casually, just like the Olympians behind him. Everything about him was dark; his skin, his hair, and his clothing. He had wings of an angel, but those were dark too. His long hair spilled onto his shoulders as he solidified in front of Hunter.

Thanatos smiled foully, "You want you friends back, son of Apollo? Well you're gonna have to pay."