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Do not skip over this: For my story to make sense, you need to have read all of Catching Fire. This is supposed to be an immediate continuation of the story. Because you might need a brief review to jog your memory, in italics are the last couple lines of CF. If you fall into this category, read on! I hope you like it!

"Katniss," Gale says softly.

I recognize that voice. It's the same voice he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly.

"Don't," I whisper.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

Chapter 1: The Epiphany

My eyes fill with tears at Gale's words. "No," I murmur. His words pierce me like he shot me with one of my own arrows. My home. The only place I felt I belonged to. I picture my real home in the Seam being blasted by a fireball from the hovercrafts. The screaming of my neighbors. Prim and my mother amongst the confusion and crisis, without me leading the way. I sit up on the table as Gale wraps me in his strong arms. He knows me so well that it seems impossible to try and hide my feelings. So I sit there and cry. I feel his shoulders shaking like mine, and I know he is silently sobbing too. I was wrong. This wasn't just my home. It was Gale's home. Prim's home, Madge's home, my mother's home. Greasy Sae's home. Darius's home. It was Our home. And the Capital has ignited it in flames.

I feel a new strength surge through my body. I realize now that it is up to all of us. I am no longer just the mockingjay. Gale and I are the mockingjay. District 12 is the mockingjay. Now that they have destroyed everything, we have nothing to lose. No home to return to. I sit myself up, wiping away the tears though I still feel groggy from the drugs. Gale looks at me through watery eyes with a questioning look, asking where I am going. With a desperate look towards the door, I tell partly to Gale and partly to myself, "We can't go to District 13. Not when everyone needs us now. We have to turn around."

I tried to break into a run but Gale grabbed me before I tumbled to the ground. My head spinning, he took me from my room to the end of the hall, guessing I needed to talk to Haymitch.

"Haymitch," I gasped. "You have to turn around."

Haymitch looked up from what looked like a very out-of-date map, and laughed. "Turn around! Sweetheart, I risked my life and lost dozens of others getting you out of that arena so that we can get to District 13. There is no way in HELL you are turning this ship around."

"But Haymitch! We can't run away now. This is the time when we can do the most amount of damage! Almost all the Districts are rebelling, or on the verge of. I know if we can get to those other districts, I can light that fuse. The Capital can't control 11 other districts all rebelling at once! There are not enough peacekeepers to fight rebellions and control settled areas!" I took a long, labored breath. These drugs really do work. It reminds me of Peeta and the sleeping syrup I gave him in the first Hunger Games. No wonder he was out like a light. Peeta. Another reason we can't go to district 13. Setting my confused feelings for him aside, I know that I care too much about him to leave him in the clutches of President Snow. Meanwhile Haymitch, for the first time completely sober, was considering my case.

"It's his turn, Haymitch." I say quietly. From his saddened expression I know he knows who I am talking about. "For real this time. He may not be the face of rebellion, but he is a part of me you can't deny. He has to survive for my sake." This comment makes Gale's expression emotionless. He also knows who I am talking about. Unlike me, he can control his emotions around others, something I used to be good at.

Haymitch takes one long look at me. I know my plan is flawed severely, and maybe I am going as crazy as Annie from District 4. There is no sound but the hum of the hovercraft for some time, but then Haymitch finally says, "You were never one for making plans, Katniss."

"I know," I answer feebly. I have nothing left to say. I've used up all my tricks.

"But you do have something going for you," Haymitch replies. "the power to persuade a very old, very tired man. Let's go." And with that, he touches a control and I feel the ship make a 180 and we shoot off at a lightening speed. "If we are gonna do this, Katniss, we have to have a real plan." Haymitch says, his voice strengthening. "Lucky for you, I think I have a pretty good one."

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