There had been a part of him that thought it’d feel different. He’d half expected to wake up in a panic, with cold sweat dripping down the sides of his face. His heart would thunder against his chest from excitement or nervousness, and maybe he would’ve been frightened. Or happy. But all there was inside of him was a numbness, a hollow pit that was no different from yesterday, the day before that, or even last year.
There was nothing to signify that today was Reaping Day. Nothing that said hey, you’re going to die in a week. There was no fanfare, no nightmare. No foreboding sense of a clock finally running out.
Instead, everything was what it’d always been. The air was bone dry, and the skies were clear. Outside his window, the trees stood strong while the tall grass swayed in the sharp breeze. Lizards scurried up and down rocks, and cicadas hummed overhead, drowning out the chirping of crickets below. All of that and yet…
And yet Jon sat there in his room that really wasn’t his room, taking all and none of it in.
Only one thing was clear: he had a job to do.
[They Paid With Death, Chapter 5]
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Hi, friends! So happy to say that my first chapter for They Paid With Death, a Percy Jackson x Hunger Games OC AU collab over on @Silmarilz1701's profile was released this morning! Super excited for you guys to meet Jon and Tabby, and all the other wonderful characters by the other writers!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/408744167