Prim patted the sand next to her, motioning for me to sit down. As I walk towards my sister I slowly take in the sight.

Prim sat there in the sand legs crisscrossed, quietly stroking Buttercup. Her blonde hair was longer than before and hung in beautiful curls cascading down her back. Her eyes were piercing and I was instantly drowning in the blue that encompassed her pupils. Her skin was pale but radiated beautifully in the sunlight.

My dead sister was more beautiful than ever.

"Katniss, it's not over yet." she said quietly, still stroking Buttercup.

"I don't understand Prim." I replied just above a whisper. Hearing my sister's voice caused my chest to tighten.

"You are still the mocking jay and there are still more lives to be saved. Katniss, they all need you."

"But I-"

"Katniss you can't abandon them now!" Her tone was a little harsh and now my feelings were hurt.

"I never wanted any of this Prim! All I ever wanted was to keep you alive! I just want things to be the way they were! I want you to be lying next to me when I wake up and I-I-"

I was choking on my words and as I gasped for air between sobs the tears seemed endless.

Prim released Buttercup and let him wonder off towards the east end of the beach. I rested my head in her lap, taking Buttercups' place. She gently stroked my hair. The last thing I wanted was an argument with my little sister on the day of our reunion. She still wants me to be the face of the rebellion but the rebellion has done nothing except cause me to loose everyone close to me. Including her.

"Prim why is it so important to you that I continue on as the mocking jay? Can't you see what it's done to me? To you? You're dead because of me!"

I'm crying harder now and the tears are beginning to sting.

"Katniss you have always underestimated your power. You can save me."

I looked up at my sister, my eyes widened and my heart racing at the chance of being able to bring my sister back to life.

"Save you? I can save you? Prim, tell me how! Whatever it takes I'll do it! I swear!"

Prim sat there quietly looking out into the sea, leaving silence to be the only answer to my question.

I grow impatient.

"Prim!"

"Katniss doesn't this place look familiar?"

I sigh as my question is left hanging in midair. For the first time I take my eyes off of Prim and examine the beach. My stomach drops to my knees as I listen to the faint tick tock, tick tock of the arena.

"Prim what are we doing here?"

"This is how you can save me. Everything you need to know is right in front of you. "

Prim stands and begins walking towards the east of the beach where Buttercup has found something that seems to keep his paws entertained.

"Prim wait! So that's it? I don't understand!"

I'm chasing her now and it is impossible to catch up although she is walking at such a slow pace.

"Prim please don't go! I can't lose you again!"

I'm running with all of my might now and I'm able to extend my arm and touch her shoulder from behind. When my hand connects with her glowing body something amazing happens.

Prim has suddenly transformed into a beautiful white dove.

I'm waiting for her to take flight but she hasn't move. That's when I notice her right wing has been completely singed off. I scoop her up in my hands and wait for her to speak. Her eyes still belonged to her and again I am drowning.

"Oh Prim" I whisper as I stroke the empty space where her right wing should be.

Buttercup approaches the two of us and I hiss at him for old times' sake. He ignores me and plants his paws firmly into the sand. Prim jumps from my hands and lands onto Buttercups' back.

"It starts here Katniss" she says. And with that her and Buttercup take off and Prim disappears with him.

I'm left sitting on my knees crying furiously for Prim to come back. I ball up into the fetal position and rock myself back and forth, my body aching with sobs. The tide is coming in now and I let the waves wash over my body hoping they would take me out to sea with them.

I scream as the cold water hits my face with manipulated force.

"Rise and shine sweetheart!" Haymitch laughs as he exacts his revenge. I've used this method on him several times before.

"Haymitch! You old fool! What are you doing here?" I yell leaping from under my soaking wet covers.

"The boy just arrived in district 12. Time to move."

My dream had taken me so far from reality it took me a moment to realize who Haymitch was referring to.

Peeta was coming home today.