A/N: I do not own The Hunger Games or The Secret Circle.

Hey Guys! This is my new story. I will post new chapters of Love Story, The End in the Beginning, and The Pattern soon. If you have not read them, please do.

Thanks! So, this is a Witch!Katniss story. This is just the prologue. Sorry it's so short! I've had this idea a while.

It's based off of The Secret Circle. It only had one season but I liked it.

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-RC

Her heart clenched as she looked onward at the blaze. Everything she'd ever known was in that house. Her world. Her hands tightened around the blanket draped across her shoulders. Her nose ran steadily as the tears just kept pouring from her eyes. She'd never imagined in a million years this would happen to her. This wasn't supposed to… She stared blankly ahead as her soul was ripped away. One of the firemen approached the terrified girl.

She drives down the road smiling and singing along to the latest hit that blasted from the speakers. The road is deserted, giving her the pleasant awareness of seclusion. She can be two people, one who is happy and free- when she is alone or with her sister- and one who is hard and separate from the rest of her peers. She prefers the latter, it makes her less vulnerable. But, despite that ominous feeling, she continues on happy, as the girl she wills herself to be.

Out of nowhere, a car comes zooming the opposite direction. She's stirred out of her daydream, swerving to avoid a collision. The black SUV stops, as if to make sure she's okay, and waits.

She begins to move forward again, when she hears a loud 'POP!' and her car shifts, tilted. She sighs and exits the car, her petite form looking so small compared to the large car. She stares at the SUV suspiciously before it drives away, knowingly leaving her alone and stranded. She huffs as her hand snakes into her pocket to remove her phone and dial her mother. It rings and she sighs as the opportunity for the call to be answered dwindles. At the last moment, the exhausted, broken voice of her mother acknowledges the phone call. "Hello?" She asks, the depression emitting from her voice in waves.

"Hey, Mom. I got a flat tire so I'll be home late." Despite what leaps her and her mother have made, they were never close and were always short with each other. Lately, her mother had been making even more of an effort, telling her that she loved her more and more.

"Oh, Katniss sweety, that's fine. Where are you? I could send a tow truck if need be." Her dark eyebrows knit together. Sweety? That was a new one.

She continued in her same tone, not allowing the word to phase her, "I'm close by, but I got it. I know how to change a flat." She begins to unload the spare.

"Okay, well if you need anything, don't hesitate to call back." Just before they're able to say goodbye, the line cuts off and static crackles from the phone.

Her boots click on the sidewalk, as she jumps from the car to the scorching house. "No, no, no…" She mumbles under her breath and approaches the herd of people formed along the edge of the yellow caution tape. Many of her neighbors recognize her and part ways, leaving her to get to the nearest official. The man sits her down and begins to speak but she cuts off his probably well crafted conversation, and surges out, "Have you seen a little blonde girl?" She asks, tears in her eyes, she can't tell if the cause is her emotional pain or the heat spilling from the house.

He speaks calmly in a soft tone, "We believe that none of the residents survived." She nods sadly, and from then on, she doesn't speak, just staring ahead, waiting. She is ill-prepared for this bump in her life. Not bump- hurricane.

Prim was the good one, she didn't deserve this kind of fate.

The moment she gives up hope, head cradled in her hands, she gets a phone call. She answers robotically.

"Katniss?" The young voice, usually so full of life, asks. A fresh round of tears springs to her eyes.

"Prim? Where are you?" She sobbed, desperately happy.

"I may have snuck out…" She said guiltily. "Katniss, what's going on?" He sister leapt to her feet and ran to her car.

"Tell me where you are." She demanded.

"I was just waking home. I'm on Denali. I'm confused Kat-"

She exited the car and ran the few streets over, ignoring the calls of the officers from behind her. Her heart only stops racing when her hands are wrapped around her sister's head, bringing Prim as close to her as possible. Her resolve hardened now that she knew her baby sister was safe. Alive. She smiles and releases her. Prim reaches up and wipes her wet cheeks. "Alright, this may be confusing but I need you take you back to talk to some people. They'll be better at this than me and help you through what you're about to hear." Prim nods, eyes wide. They walk back alone on the street, holding each other, ready to face whatever life had to throw at them.

At least that's what Katniss thought.