Chapter 1

Mayclaire's POV

Panem is a new nation, a thriving place for all. 20 years ago, my parents were a main part of the revolution that demolished the Hunger Games, a terrible practice that shamed our nation for 75 years. It resulted in kids killing kids. Innocent children turning into bloodthirsty killers. My mother, Katniss, is scarred for life due to the games. She has vivid nightmares of the games and the rebellion. She was a tribute in the 74th and 75th games. My parents don't tell me much about it though. Even though they know I'll eventually find out.

After the District 12 was rebuilt, we got a new president of Panem, Paylor. Mom says she was a rebellion leader from District 8. She has good intentions for this country. I've never met her in person but I have seen her many times on the TV we own. Our nation is in good hands.

Technology is starting to increase in the Districts. The use of cell phones is not only exclusive to the Capital anymore. The technology industry is increasing in all the Districts. We have a much better quality TV, considering we live in Victors Village. Besides us, Haymitch and Uncle Gale's family lives in Victor's village. All my grandparents are dead except for my mother's mom. I rarely see her though, because she has a job as a medic in District 1. Uncle Gale's mom, Hazelle, is the most I've ever had to for a grandma, but that's fine with me, because she is the kindest person. Not to mention her amazing cooking.

"Mom, it's alright, you can calm down now. It's over."

She lay in her bed covered in sweat.

"The dream is over," I reminder her.

The color slowly came back to her face, as she was starting to grasp reality once more. This has become a usual practice for us. With Dad always working at the bakery, it's become our job to calm her down after her bad dreams.

"You want to talk about it?" She nodded her head no, there's really no point in asking anymore. Her long brown hair was a tangled mess. She and dad never elaborate on her dreams, or the hunger games for that matter. They always tell me when I'm old enough, I'm pretty sure 14 should be old enough.

When she looks like she is fully back, I go to my room to take a nap. My 8 year old brother Luke comes in, and asks what happened downstairs with mom. He knows better to ask that question. I reply,

"the usual"

He nods, understanding and leaves the room.

Later that night, Dad comes home, and makes the BEST dinner rolls. Mom makes her average pasta, and we have a nice meal together as a family.

After dinner, Dad pulls me out of the room, and into the study. He sits down in his favorite chair and says,

"Did mom have any nightmares today?"

"Yes, not to serious though."

I can see Dad is genuinely concerned.

"I think you are finally old enough to know what happened Mayclair." Way back, before the 1st Hunger Games, there was 13 districts. There was unfair treatment from the Capital, and the districts rebelled. All the districts were told 13 was destroyed, but we know it really wasn't. As punishment, the rest of the districts were forced to compete in a game to the death.

One male and female tribute from 12 to 18 were reaped to go to the games. He explained the rest to me, and why he and mom were so important to the rebellion.

I stared at him in awe. What could I say. My parents were leaders of the revolution. That's when the doorbell rang.

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