Destiny's Calling
Katniss tries her best to love Peeta all she can, but she realises she cannot escape destiny. That destiny is Gale. They were always meant to be. CF hasn't happened. Peeta is destroyed, but can he move on? Will he find another half? Ophelia and Prim are living in Victors Village, but Katniss prefers to stay back at their old home in The Seam. Gale has always loved her, and, as Katniss is realising now, she loves him too.
Disclaimer- all belongs to Susan Collins
Chapter 1
It was a cold, windy evening as I walked down the long, twisting path from Victors Village into the Seam. Hardly any people were around at this hour, and for good reason.
I was making my way back to our little old cottage in the Seam, that Mother, Prim and I lived in. HAD lived in, I reminded myself. That was before everything.
The Hunger Games. The Capitol. That dreadful Reaping.
I was the only one who went there now, Prim and Mother had settled in quite nicely in the new house in Victors Village. Mother now ran her apothecary shop and did all her medicine work there. It was a very grand home, one of the biggest in the district. Just one of the bathrooms of the new house is the size of our old living room. But I couldn't bring myself to spend much time there. It reminded me of it all.
The Reaping. The Games. The deaths. Peeta. Rue.
I had to hold back a sob as I thought that last one. Rue. Poor, innocent young Rue. Her loss still ate away at me while I lay awake at night.
I was nearing the Seam now, I saw, and I was surprised at how far I had travelled in such a short time. I must have been practically running with those thoughts. As I neared our home, I noticed a distant figure standing outside the door. Thinking he was just a local, and he was outside my door, I gave no thought to the figure. I kept walking at a steady pace. When the figure did not move, I began to wonder.
The figure then seemed to notice my approach, and stiffening suddenly and turning to face me. A sense of urgency seemed to grow within me, but I could not place what it was.
I finally reached the figure, and stopped short in my surprise.
"Katniss!" the figure said, sounding nearly panicked, something I had never heard from them. "I need your help! Quickly!"
My senses were strung tight as a wire, and my brain was running into overdrive.
It was Gale.
This chapter was relatively short, but it is just a little bit to kick things off. I'm not going to beg and plead like most authors for you to review, if you want to you can, but you don't have to
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