Author's note: So the premise of this Ficlet will be a collection of One-shots. Each will be based off the songs of the District 12 and Beyond Soundtrack. This is quite a project for me since there are 17 tracks on the album. If you have listened to it, most songs are about Katniss so there will be quite a few from her POV but as I listen more and more to it I can see some of the other characters in the different styles of music and content.

I have rated this M because there will be swearing and more than likely references to violence and sexual content.

As always the disclaimer: I do not own any of the HG characters. I'm just playing with them. ;)

Abraham's daughter by Arcade Fire

I am the watcher. The historian. The mother. The father.

I have watched my body swell and evolve. I have watched myself grow desolate and cold. But all the while I have watched my children through the centuries. I have been proud. I have been ashamed.

I have felt rage. I have felt love. I have felt despair. But always I am silent. I am the watcher.

Abraham took Isaac's hand

And led him to the lonesome hill.

While his daughter hid and watched,

She dare not breath she was so still.

And silent I have been while I watch the latest chapter unfold in my children's lives. Mother's and Father's leading their children to slaughter. Starvation and slavery imposed on them by their brothers. But silently and obediently they watch, as I watch silently. Years have past as we silently watch, tears again spilling forth with the knowledge of another era of my children lost to despair. And I wonder if they will gather the courage to speak against the cruelty of their brothers.

Just as an angel cried for the slaughter,
Abraham's daughter raised her voice.

I am the watcher and cannot speak for my children. They must break the chains of silence on their own. As years pass and my tears are steady, one raises the voice of reason. Of opposition. Of freedom. And I watch as it spreads like wildfire, this idea of freedom, of hope.

Then the angel asked her what her name was,
she said I have none.
Then he asked how can this be,
my father never gave me one.

And when the knowledge of this rebellion has fallen upon the ones with deaf ears the question is asked who would cause this chaos. And I watch as those who I could not name, and who their brothers have not bothered to name, only number step forward. They are determined. They shout that they are equal. They will no longer be silent. They will not be led to the slaughter any longer.

And when he saw her raised for the slaughter,
Abraham's daughter raised her bow.
How darest you child defy your father,
you better let young Isaac go.

And I watch as my children again go to war. It is a lesson that they have not learned through the centuries. This war is just they cry, and they fight on. And I am silent when they end the slaughter, the slavery, the oppression. And I feel love as they vow to me that they will no longer fight with their brothers and sisters. They vow they will no longer silently watch their brother's and sister's pain. They will defy all odds to keep their children safe. And I wipe my tears; I will smile for as long as my children will allow it.

I have felt love. I have felt hope. But I am the watcher and I have felt despair. And I will be silent when my children eventually break their vows. And my tears will flow again.