AN: I read the first two books of the Hunger Games series (currently reading the third) and cannot wait until the movie to come out so this is kind of what happens when you are watching Winx Club episodes and Hunger Games trailer repeats at the same time :)

This story will begin at a T rating but progress to M. Further warnings will be posted above chapters for content. This story will not follow directly on the original stories progression but will include several of the same elements, changed to suit the tributes I've chosen and the environment they have found themselves in.

The Blood Wars

A Winx Club / Hunger Games Crossover

Written by Chrissiemusa

I do NOT in any way, shape or form own the Winx Club or the Hunger Games. They belong to Iginio Straffi and Suzanne Collins and I am not making any money out of this fan-fiction.

Prologue

"Let the games begin!"

Those four words had never scared Flora more - because with those four words came the truth. By the end of day at least a quarter of the people standing near her would be dead and, that, possibly, she would be one of them. The countdown began as Flora and the other tributes were lead through the main doors of the magical reality chamber that had now become nothing more than a giant television studio where every action, spoken word and guided glance would be projected on screens across the Magical Dimension, into the homes of their families and friends.

That was when Flora thought of Miele and her mother. How were they at this time? Sitting at home watching in privacy or outside with everyone else, leaning on others for support? She wondered how fast their hearts were beating, whether Miele was even allowed to watch her sister compete, what would happen to them if she was to die here and now. In the next three minutes, what if she fell to the floor with an arrow through her skull? Then what? Her entire life up to this point would have been mauled by a statistic. That in the games long running 24 year history, Flora of District 12 would join the other five hundred and fifty-two tribute's who had passed before her. Maybe, after the countdown was complete, she would become number five hundred and fifty-three.

A bell sounded as each tribute stepped into position, onto a round circle just large enough to give them enough room to prepare a running stance if necessary when the environment had been selected. Flora obliged though couldn't help but glance to her left at Helia, standing on his circle. He offered a kind smile that she reflected back.

One of the ancestral witches began the proceedings before she started to read the names of the other tributes for the benefit of the crowd. They had to wave and smile to signal which name belonged to whom. Flora caught a glance at a television screen just near her and saw the list.

District 1 – Erakleon –Diaspro and Brandon

The two tributes directly across from her were full of smiles and waves to the camera that floated above. The girl seemed confident, she had a spark in her eye that reminded Flora of determination, or maybe it was the smirk across her face, sending a signal to all the others in the room that they didn't stand a chance. Next to her was a young man with short brown hair and a fringe, he was well built with muscular arms and Flora remembered him from the reaping replays on the hovercraft. He had volunteered to take the place of Prince Sky. Was it because he felt confident that he could win or was it because he, like Flora, had done it out of love or friendship?

District 2 – Solaria – Stella and Kylar

The two from Solaria were both blonde, tanned, and extremely good looking by nature. The girl had long blonde hair that she now had tied up into a high ponytail, probably not to let her trip over the hair when the real action began while the boy had a short crop of sparking blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. He too looked like most of the other males in the room, strong, possibly fast too.

District 3 – Andros – Layla and Nabu

Another pair who looked alike; both had darker skin and brown hair. The girl's hair was long and curly while the boys had been formed into a plat that stretched down his back. The purple glint in his eye reminded her of the reaping in district three, how he and the girl looked to each other on the stage with saddened eyes. Perhaps they had been or still are in love. Then she noticed the wedding bands on their fingers. Either they really were married or engaged or they were playing a trick for the camera's to catch the attention of the crowd. Whatever the reason Flora had to remember what Mrs Faragonda had told her, nothing inside the arena can be taken at face value.

District 4 – Quantum – Mirta and Riven

The girl looked to be two years younger than most of the others in the arena while the boy looked to be in his final age of eligibility. He had magenta hair that spiked toward the sky with so much gel that Flora wondered what would happen if it rained in the arena. Would the gel run into his eyes and blur his vision? The girl looked shy; she raised her head up to give a wave to the camera's though her eyes were distant. They looked like hers had inside that apartment, talking to her mother and sister about how much she loved them, about how, if anything were to happen, that they should look after themselves first and worry second. Maybe this Mirta knew she didn't have a chance at winning, maybe she had given up before it had even started. Or, maybe, it was all an act to distract the other tributes from taking her out too quickly.

District 5 – Downland – Amentia and Sponsis

All tributes from Downland were renowned at their abilities to hide in plain site with excellent camouflage skills. Though the male of the two had been an expert in this field it was the girl that Flora and Helia had been warned about. She was an expert in hand to hand combat and her preferred weapon was that of a spear. She had magical power but it wasn't from a winx transformation but an internal one. Watching as she waved to the cameras with confidence while the young male shivered in his shoes only confirmed that Faragonda's information was correct.

District 6 – Gaien – Rose and Troy

The two district 6 competitors looked fierce. The girl, Rose, stood tall and confident with a sinister smile on her face though she didn't wave to the camera and instead inclined her head in its direction. The male tribute, Troy, rose his hand to signal the name was his though didn't smile at all. Unlike the tributes of two, three, four and five they didn't match in overall appearance like hair colour or skin tone, in fact they were the opposite on just about everything except for their eye colour. Both tributes shared the same coloured eyes, deep brown, though Rose's tanned skin and white hair set her well apart from Troys short locks of Brown hair and his fair complexion. It was obvious from the way that they stood that they were going to enter the arena as strangers. Flora supposed it would make it easier when the time came.

District 7 – Melody – Musa and Jared

These two were obviously from the same district. The same deep blue hair colour, same shaped eyes, the same fair complexion the only difference was that the female had the added bonus of Winx while the boy didn't have any form of magic. Flora remembered inside other previous games she had been forced to watch that it was the tributes with magic from Melody that were good to team up with because of their incredible hearing abilities. That was how a previous victor had won the games. By listening and reacting appropriately. She wondered if this Musa had the same supersonic hearing that others before her and how good she was at using it.

District 8 – Whisperia – Darcy and Bishop

Neither of these two smiled or waved, they stood menacingly looking straight at the camera, both of them stern with nothing but boredom in their eyes. Like these games were just something to keep them entertained and it hadn't been working so far. While the rest of them were nervous to their stomachs they seemed so calm and collected. The male tribute had monk type dots over his bald head until it lead to a ponytail of deep purple hair though he was almost ghostly in his skin tone. The girl was a little better though she wore a lot of under eye makeup and her golden brown hair cascaded down to the back of her knees.

District 9 – Zenith – Tecna and Timmy

The realm that brought the ancestral witches the technology to create these stupid games. And the two tributes selected for the task both stood together and held their hands into the air, like a final salute to whoever was watching. They both looked quite timid and shy, their shoulders drooped, and their hands offered the odd shake or quiver. Flora wondered how well the boy's locks of bright orange hair would keep him hidden inside the arena but she supposed the girls bright pink choice wasn't the better option either.

District 10 – Earth – Roxy and Andy

Earth's pool for victors was that small that there had only ever been one inside its 17 year history and that belonged to Morgana, who just so happened to be this young female tributes mother. She wondered what kind of coaching advice she had given the two of them and how they would cope with Earth's magic slowly running dry. The male looked to be quite narrow in build and was probably more suited to running than to fighting but nothing is ever what it seems.

District 11 – Rhythm –Galatea and Derrick

Flora instantly recognised the girl tribute as the one who had also volunteered to try and save the life of her brother. Something Flora could understand, though, because girls could only volunteer to replace other girl tributes it was the only option to save her brother. The young boy was the smallest of all of the tributes, he was tiny in comparison, just fourteen years old and he shared the same blonde hair that his sister had. If anyone else was going to win Flora wanted it to be him. At least she could live with that.

District 12 – Linphea – Flora and Helia

Flora and Helia were the final team and they both did as Faragonda had instructed, 'smile for the camera's, give the audience watching all your love and support and they will give it back.' So they did, plastered a genuine smile on their faces, waved at the cameras and hoped that their loved ones would be proud. That they would understand some of the things they would be forced to do they wouldn't be proud of. But that they would understand at the very least. The only thing that kept Flora in her position and not running to the door was that at least Miele didn't have to do this.

"The tributes are prepared! The settings are complete! It's time for this year's arena to be unleashed!" Magix crowds could be heard cheering through the speakers, only spurring on the ancestral witches in their murder game.

"Welcome to the arena!" The magical reality chamber glowed white, leaving all of the tributes to wonder what their eyes would behold once they opened them again. Flora's eyes remained squeezed shut until the light disappeared and she finally willed them to open.

They were in a clearing, a lake to her right, a forest behind her, and a field to grain to her left. 'Three territories' her mind mentally noted before her eyes landed on the Tree of Life, standing triumphantly before her. She had seen it on the television for as long as she could remember, but looking at it now, standing in all of its golden glory, made Flora realise that this was it. This wasn't just a game anymore, this was reality.

The tree of life was exactly what its name suggested. Hung over branches were items held inside backpacks and weapons held in sheaths, without anything from that tree you were sure to only last two days at best inside the arena before either being killed without a defence or running out of food and water.

The more powerful weapons were perched at the very top, others filtered down to the bottom runs which held smaller backpacks. Flora searched the tree with her eyes, trying to find anything useful. Quickly she decided to take her mother's advice. 'Grab a backpack from the ground and run for the forest.'

The faster her feet could carry her the better. She looked to the other tributes, all of them fixing their gaze on a particular weapon, only a few of them strained their neck to look at the top of the tree, obviously eyeing off something important to them. It was always the first hour or two after the start of the games that many tributes died, all of them fighting over getting a weapon or to try and take out as much competition as they could before everyone scattered into the wilderness. A good plan though also a foolish one. The more time spent at the Tree of Life the more chance you would die. Plain and simple.

It wasn't going to be easy but Flora did have an advantage, her magic. Some of the other fairies didn't see the need in taking additional weapons and instead had their eyes on the bags lower to the ground. But, even Flora had to admit, that in previous games it didn't take long for their magic to deplete and then only the weapons would become useful. She would have to use it sparingly.

Taking deep breaths to try and steady her nerves Flora searched longingly for Helia's eyes and she found them. He was dressed in the same black uniform that all of them were forced to wear. A tight pair of black stretch pants that allowed everyone the best opportunity at running, black boots that died up over his calves, a black t-shirt hidden beneath a black jacket and hood. His hair tucked neatly into the back. She wanted to say something, offer some kind or response but Helia just nodded his head in understanding and offered a small smile.

"The games will begin in...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4," Flora swallowed the building saliva in her mouth before fixing her eyes on the backpack closest to her, Helia focusing on his own. "3," Flora closed her eyes for just one moment, praying to whoever she could that this would all turn out okay, that they would cancel the games at the last minute, stop the countdown and allow them all to go home.

"2..." but it would never happen so Flora opened her eyes and inhaled one final breath into her lungs.

"1..." The canon fired and all hell broke loose.

AN: Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think and if I should continue.