A/N: Okay, this idea just popped into my head, and I think it's pretty decent. I want some reviews before I post the next chapter, so I know if people actually like it.

Summary: Twenty-three years after the rebellion a new president took charge, and he's bringing back the Hunger Games. And Katniss and Peeta's daughter is thrown into the arena. Told from Katniss and Peeta's daughter's perspective.

Prologue: Defying the Capitol

My parents had told be about the Hunger Games. I'd never been worried, never thought I'd had a reason to. They were gone forever, right? Wrong. President Paylor had finally died from a severe illness. So an election was held. And Melanon Buchanan had taken the office. And he was determined to bring the Hunger Games back.

People rebelled of course, but he sent new Peacekeepers out to the districts to keep us in check. My parents were scared for me and my brother Gwyn. When it was announced that the Games were coming back, he woke me up almost every night, saying "I had a bad dream. Can I sleep in here with you?" He didn't want to disturb our parents, when they had to deal with their own nightmares.

I always said yes. I hated seeing him scared, it was so unlike him. He was usually very happy and upbeat, always looking on the bright side. But now…he just seemed miserable all the time.

"I'm scared, Prim," He'd say.

"I know, I am too," Was always my answer.

Our parents were more worried, having been in the Games themselves, and also being an important part of the rebellion. Sometimes I could hear them talking in their bedroom, saying things like "I was afraid this would happen," or even "I knew it wouldn't last, but I'd expected it to last longer than this!" Once I even heard my mother saying that this was the reason she'd originally hadn't wanted to have children, and thought it would be better for us if we hadn't been born.

I'll admit, sometimes I wished that too. But I just knew in my heart that I had an important role to play. And I wasn't going to give up, if I was keeping kids from the Hunger Games. And to me it didn't matter what the cost was—even if it was my life. Although, I swear my own pride is going to be the death of me.

So I knew what I had to do. I was going to try to do the impossible. Though for some older, more experienced people, it may not seem quite as impossible, but still challenging. I mean, how could a small thirteen year old girl like me, possibly defy the Capitol, even if she is the daughter of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark?