"It's ok Fi, its gonna be ok! Your names only in there a couple of times!" my sister, Robin, tries to comfort me. It's the night before reaping day, when four children, two girls and two boys, between the age of twelve to eighteen, from each district are chosen to be thrown into an arena in a fight to the death for the entertainment of the capitol.

"I'm not worried about me I'm worried about you! It won't be ok!" I cry, "Because you took the teserae, your name's in there forty eight times! You'll get put in the arena! And die! Like Marshall!" a wave of grief hits me, I wail and burry my face in Robin's shirt, tears making it wet. Marshall was our brother, the oldest child, at the age of sixteen. Four years ago; he was thrown into the arena. As he was making his way to the cornucopia, one of the careers jumped on his back snapped his neck. "Fiona, look at me." She says, in a strong voice, she put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to take a step backwards, and look up at her. "I won be picked, there are plenty of girls older than me, who have their names in twice as many times, remember, its forty eight in thousands, it won't happen"

I nod, but I still can't stop crying, the memory of Marshall was too much. I walk over to the bed that belongs to Robin; I can't be alone tonight, because I know if I am, I'll have nightmares. I lay down, wrapping myself in the furs of animals that Jace, Hale and I had shot. I close my eyes and roll onto my side, "Robin?" I mumble, she sits next to me, and starts stroking my hair. "Yeah Fi?" she says, almost a whisper, I open my eyes, and look up at her, she's smiling at me softly, and even though she can't see below my nose, I smile back. "Can you sing me Marshall's song? You know the lullaby he would sing when we couldn't sleep?" Asking for someone to sing you a lullaby when your fifteen is pretty childish, I know, but I have the right to act like a child tonight, after all, tomorrow signifies my brother's death.

She smiles again; it's a sad smile, but a smile none the less. "Of course" she whispers, "but only if you sing it with me, I can't remember some parts" I nod, Robin stands up, and walks out of our room, I wonder where she's going. When she returns, I see she's holding our fathers homemade acoustic guitar. She walks back over to me, sitting back on the edge of her bed, she blows of the dust, and starts to play, we sing.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here its safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you."

We continued singing and playing until the song was finished, and all things about the reaping and the fifth quarter quell were erased from my mind, we were even laughing, not a faked laughter, but we were genuinely happy for the first time since our brother died. But every fear and sadness came rushing back when I fell asleep.

Yeah.

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