Playing Games
Chapter 1 - Regrets
Katniss POV
The morning sun is peaking above the trees giving me just enough light to see my next victim. A deer. Quietly I duck behind a big rock and load my bow and pull the string aiming for its head. I shoot and the arrow finds the target in the eye. I then drag the deer to the lake and begin to skin chop it into small peices so it ca fit in my game bag.
While I do this I think about the lasy seventeen years since the rebellion and of all the people who died along with the people who almost died like Finnick and Prim.
Finnick survived , we got him out of the tunnels but he was bleeding so much we did'nt think he was going to make it. He's better now and has two beutiful daughters and a son and a wife he loves to bits. but has a slight limp and can't lift anything heavy in his left arm because of where the mutts bit him.
And then theres Prim almost died in the bombs but luckily there were some district 13 soldiars that got her out on time. Now shes married to Rory and has a beutiful three year old girl named Rue and her and mom run thethe apothecary shop in town .
And for me , i married Peeta and have two children , Marigold aka Mary. Shes sixteen and has got my hair alongside my stuborness, silent footsteps, use of a bow and love for hunting. But she has got Peetas blue eyes, her kind heart, and her ability to see beauty in everthing, and my son Rye whos fourteen now and has got Peetas blonde hair and strength and loud footsteps while he has got my eyecolour ,stuborness , and inability to trust people unless he knows they will not hurt them.
So much has changed in what seems like so little time. Do I have regrets, yes. But do I regret bieng a mother, no , but I would be lying if I said I was'nt scared at first. Actually thats an understatment. I was terrified. But I love my kids and Peeta and I would'nt trade that for the world.