Hello to all who are reading, and welcome to my story. I just have a few things to make clear before we start.

1. There are spoilers to all three of the books, especially Mockingjay. If you are not comfortable with spoilers, I suggest you not read on past the first point and quickly leave the story.

2. This is aFinnick Odair story, but I do NOT plan on having a love triangle. Honestly, I'm not a fan and I don't think I could pull it off without getting immensely frustrated. Though Annie will definitely be in a large part the story.

3. The story starts towards the beginning of Mockingjay, but will include references from the past two books. Again, SPOILERS.4. I obviously do not own any of the Hunger Games books, nor Suzanne Collins' characters of story-lines. They all belong solely to her and any other affiliating groups.

5. Warnings for mature language and violence, and mild-ish sexual content.

6. Also this is slightly AU, which means that I may be changing some things from the books to make it fit my story. I'm not promising that I'll stick with the books 100%, but it should be somewhat accurate and not unlike Mockingjay.

I hope you enjoy the story!

I was 15 when I had been chosen to go into the games.

I hadn't volunteered, but I had been suspecting that I'd be the one to get their name called months before then. I had taken enough tesserae to support my whole family, which meant my name had been mixed in over 50 times. My two sisters had just come of age, meaning that they would've wanted to help our family too. But to me, that was too risky for them, so instead of entering both of their names like they had asked, I entered mine instead.

Andromeda Rowan, they all had read.

I had kept a brave face, though, because I had been training for this since I was eleven, and that assured me that I fared much better than many when it came to surviving. Besides, I had kept the hope that one of the older kids would volunteer, like they normally had to do. I had glanced back at the 18-year old section, where Marianas Tribek was being pushed forward by the girls behind her, but her mouth was opening and closing like a fish, and then she had shaken her head, darting back into the sea of girls.

Finnick Odair, the boy who had won three years before me, had given me an especially bright smile as I walked up to the escort. I only grimaced in response. His smile had faded, then, until it was soft and sympathetic. He took a few steps forward as I stood next to our escort, and gently rested a hand on my shoulder when they boy was called. As I looked over, he bowed his head, looking at me from under his lashes with his deep sea-green eyes, and nodded once. I swallowed, taking the gesture as an attempt to comfort me.

Finnick had been the mentor for the boy, an 18-year old brute by the name of Marcus Stone, who stood at a good 6'4 and had eyes that resembled shards of ice. The boy had been rather ruthless from what I'd seen in training, and when he shook my hand, it felt like he was trying to crush every bone that resided there, and it became so extreme that Finnick and the other mentor, Maria Throe, had to pry his grip open. Marcus glared at me, and as he had brushed past me to get to the visiting center, he growled, "you're dead, runt."

I was 15 when I won the Hunger Games.

I was 15 when I saw my friends, Maria and Finnick, for the last time.

I was 16 when I found District 13.