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|| Chapter One.

"Fate, you have to do this. You're probably the most important one on this mission," Beetee said. I folded my arms and looked at him.

"Even more important than the Mockingjay?" I asked, sarcastically.

Surprisingly, he nodded. "If this mission is successful, yes."

"But why me? I'm just a teenager. I'm from the Capitol. Why me?" I grumbled. President Coin spoke up for the first time. "Soldier Harris, do you not want to go?" I froze. Did I? Did I want to leave what I had now- war, misunderstandings, deaths, but go somewhere even more, if we're not correct, unsound?

"I... I need time to think," I muttered. I stood and took one last look at my colleagues. Some of their expressions were grave, some hopeful. Sighing, I turned around.

"What if we told you it might bring Harmony back?" President Coin insisted. Hearing her name, all the air was removed from my lungs and the possibility of bringing her back... I regained life.

But no... They were using her against me. They were using her to use me. Grabbing all my courage, I said as loud as I could, "I have to think." And I walked out, heading towards the one place I love, the outside.

I breathed in all the fresh air my lungs could manage and held it in until my insides hurt.

Harmony... I missed her so much. Was risking this- everything I have right now- worth it? She wouldn't have wanted me to risk my life. But I loved my sister. And she deserved to live. This- the war- was not supposed to be happening. And right now I'm given the chance to change that.

I heard his coming before his voice did. I turned around and found him closer than I expected, his gray eyes staring into mine. It was full of unsaid messages, but they said only one general thing. I don't want you to go. Before I knew it, our lips were pressed onto each others'. His body held me close and for a second, he made me feel protected, and that I didn't have to make that choice..

But I did. I pulled back and looked at him, his gray Seam eyes sadder than ever. And for that night, I realized it wasn't about my choice. I needed to make him happy, too. And I kissed him again.

It wasn't until I met the brown-haired boy that I thought about that night. And my pain and indecision from the first night, the night they told me, multiplied by billions.

So this is love? They didn't tell me love hurts so much. Too much.

Hi. The name's Fate. F-A-T-E. Not Faith, like hope. But Fate, like destiny, though both are in my name. The full one's Fate Hope Harris.

I'm seventeen years old and I was born and raised in the Capitol. Hey, don't give me that look! I'm a rebel, ever since. I work for District 13/Operation Mockingjay. And I'll let you in on one secret: I adapt easily. Which is why I've been able to live in all districts of Panem, including the Capitol. Some I was forced to go to, to evade, some for missions. Needless to say, I fight or flight. I'm also pretty good with weapons. Most of them, I'm competent in using, but my true passion is for the dagger. I usually work with two, since distance isn't on my side. I have lots of weapons hidden in my special little place, but I have a pair of daggers that have a place in my heart. They're made of pure gold and silver in the hilt and a sturdy hold on the bronze blade. It's decorated with jewels so that my enemy won't even bother with me, but those who've known me longer know to stay away from it.

I'm pretty good with people, unless they get on my bad side or lose my trust. Those people whom I least like are those who have their way of crawling into your heart and staying there. You're just not sure whether they'll stay or not. It's not a risk worth taking, most of the time.

Living in the Capitol... It's like living in those circuses from this ancient book I've found hidden under the basement's floorboards. I saw it when I was four and I knew I didn't want to be like those idiots walking around in their dyed skin and artificial asses. I rejected any try of them to make me like that. I refused to be turned into a puppet/clown. This was why I joined the rebels the minute I suspected an uprising.

And there you have it folks. The name's Fate. F-A-T-E. And don't you forget it. Because that's what you'll be screaming tonight.