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Hi. :) So this is a new story I'm writing, I've had the idea in my head for a very long time, but no clue how to start it. Because of this, I have to give credit to my good friend, Innocent Primrose Everdeen, who really helped me with this chapter to start it. She literally wrote half of the conversation between Colemet and Airmet. This story would be nonexistent without her. I have no idea what I'd do without her.

Also before I start, I want to give shout outs to Lilypel and daydreambeliever321 who are also good friends who constantly encourage me with my writing. All of them are amazing friends that I'm very blessed to have. This story is dedicated to them. :)

I want to add just three things. First, Cintia is pronounced SIN-sha. Just for reference in the story. Second, no, I did not spell Keeth wrong. I intentionally spelled it that way. Third, yes, I know many people write stories like this, but I promise for it to be as un-cliché as I can make it. I haven't read many like it, so I hope you readers enjoy it. :)

Ok. On with the story!

Colemet

I walk out of my house in Victor's Village in the early light of the morning. It's Sunday. I promised to meet Airmet on the fence on the outskirts of the District before church.

I pull on a leather jacket that was passed down to me from my late grandfather to my mom to me. I put it on with my jeans and leave the house as quietly as possible. I don't want to wake anybody, but they'll know where I'll be.

I walk quietly through the empty streets of District 12. After the rebellion, my parents moved back to our house in Victor's Village and raised my brother, Cintia, who was named after my parents' stylists who died in the rebellion, and me there. I'm now fourteen and Cintia is twelve. People have moved back to District 12 since then, creating an actual District again.

After the rebellion, the Districts were still existent within the reformed Panem. After the 76th Hunger Games, the reformed nation really began.

But it didn't last for long.

Slowly but surely, our new society began to slip through our fingers. During the rebellion, the rebels were focused on winning the war, but they had failed to look ahead at what would come next for Panem. Paylor was elected president, but everything seemed to be thrown in to chaos.

Our government was desperate for help. They didn't know what to do. When someone came out of the blue claimed to have all the answers, the reformed Capitol was quick to jump for their help.

This person was a surviving government official from the previous Capitol, Archam Vanasby. He was a head to President Snow, the former president of Panem, and seemingly knowing all of his ways, he knew how to manipulate our new government in to going this way. He knew all of Snow's tricks, his ways to run the government and ways to control people. Eventually, he found himself to be our new president.

And when he rose to power, Panem did a down spiral. And fast.

Things went back to the way they were before the rebellion. The Capitol became cruel and rose back to what seemed like infinite power, now making what our reformation was powerless. The Districts are treated almost fairly now, which is a good change. But there was one thing that killed us all.

The Hunger Games were reintroduced.

Now that the Districts had defeated them twice, they were very angry with them, thus, the Hunger Games were brought back and as cruel as ever. It made me sick to think about.

Each year, the Reaping frightened me more and more, because now that the Capitol was back and angry, they wanted revenge.

And they wanted it on two people in particular.

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.

They're my parents. And they're the sole beginning of the rebellion.

I must have hear the story from both of my parents a million times. They were both in the Hunger Games, and they were in it together. They thought they could win together, but the Capitol had played them in their little Game. But they didn't give them the satisfaction. They both almost commited suicide in order not to give the Capitol their Victor.

They stood up to them.

They outsmarted them.

And it worked.

The Capitol couldn't stand being without a Victor. So they had to accept two.

And if two teenagers could outsmart the Capitol, why couldn't the Districts?

They started a rebellion.

And now, the Capitol is mad. They want revenge.

And not just on them, on all of us, on our whole family. Including my brother. Including me.

And what better way to get revenge on my parents then hit them where it hurts them most?

Their daughter and their son.

They want us dead. And they could easily get what they want.

I'm in danger all of the time. I try not to think about it.

But that's hard when your parents are the two most famous Victors in all of Panem's history.

People know me. Some people do. For one thing, I look just like my parents. I have long blonde hair that matches my father's and the exact same blue eyes. My body resembles my mother's, I have a slight face and a slight figure like she does. My personality is a mix of both of my parents. I have mostly my father's good nature but the temper and stubbornness of my mother. I love to paint and I shoot bow and arrow. It's obvious I'm related to them.

People know me as the Mockingjay's daughter. People expect more of me because of that. People think I'm amazing, that I'm going to be important just like they are, that I'll be the next to do something big. That I'll start the next revolution.

If I don't end up dead first.

But I'm only fourteen. How on earth would I even do that? I can't save a nation of people just because my last name is Mellark.

That's a lot of pressure for a fourteen year old girl.

It's hard to live with that kind of thing constantly hanging over my head. It's a blessing and a curse.

As I walk towards my meeting spot with Airmet, it all runs through my mind as I think of the Reaping. It makes me feel even more sullen than I was before. I try to hide it as I approach the fence. I've never told Airmet any of this. Not even who my parents are. I feel guilty hiding it from her, but it's only for the best. I hop up on the fence next to her.

"Colemet, " she says as I sit next to her, seeing my face. "Cheer up. It'll all work out." She must know what I'm upset about. She gives me a smile and upturns my frown.

I try to manage a weak smile, but it fades quickly. "You don't know that," I say. "What if we get picked."

She smiles. She's way too happy under the circumstances. "I know you'd win," she says.

I shake my head at that. "But I can't kill. I can't," I say. My voice sounds a little more vicious than I intend it to be. "I'd be dead in a second."

Airmet looks down. I sigh. I'm not meaning to take my anger out on her. "Air, I'm sorry… I'm just worried is all."

"I know…" she says. She leans over and hugs me.

Airmet always knows how to make me feel better. I smile briefly, but it fades again. Even she's not enough to cheer me up today.

She leans over and kisses my cheek like the sister she is to me. "Please be happy? It'll all be fine!"

I shake my head. There's no positive spin on this in my mind, because even if I'm not reaped. I have the Capitol still hanging over my head.

"If you get picked," she says, putting a hand on my knee. "Then I'll go for you."

I instantly reject that. "No," I say sternly. "I won't let you do that." I sigh. "I'm more worried about you than me. And Keeth…"

Keeth is my other best friend. I've known him since I was twelve, but he means more than anything to me. He knows everything about me.

"Colemet, you can save us. I can just feel it," Airmet says.

I shake my head. Why do people tell me that? Because I'm the Mockingjay's daughter? That means nothing. But yet, she doesn't even know that. She doesn't know who I really am. I'm too afraid to tell her. "Why would you say that?"

"You're amazing." She smiles at me. "Remember how we met?"

I remember that day perfectly. I was going to the woods outside of the District when I came across the fence. I was eight, and I saw a little girl, about seven years old. She had he blonde hair back in a pony tail, a slim figure, and a childlike innocent face that could only be described as beautiful. She was stuck under the fence. I ran to help her, but when I got over there, I heard something. It was a faint, familiar buzzing noise. I recognize it instantly and my eyes go wide.

The fence was about to turn on. And it would electrocute the girl.

I worked fast, as the girl was crying. I took out a knife that I carried with me and hooked it on to the wire fence. I twist it around, reshaping is to get the little girl out.

I got it just in time. The little girl came out and my knife was still lodged there. The second before I pull it out, I feel a shock up my arm that came through the knife. But I was ok. She was safe. And she was Airmet.

I remember that day as she says it. "I'm not amazing," I snap. It's an instinct, I didn't mean to. "Sorry…" I apologize. I get back to my point. "Air, what I did that day was nothing. That doesn't mean I'm amazing. That doesn't mean I could save us."

"You could," she says.

Even when she doesn't know who I am, she still thinks I can save us. "Why?" I ask. "How on earth could someone like me save us?"

"You're an amazing archer, and…" She looks down a bit.

"Archery has nothing to do with saving us… I… I can't…" I tell her. I don't know where she's going with this.

She reaches over and hugs my neck. I hug her back. I feel guilt in the back of my mind knowing I'm not telling her who I really am. But then something gets me. I pull away and look at her. "Air…" I say. "Why haven't I ever met your family?" Remembering that I'm not telling her about my family, I realize I've never heard of hers.

She looks around nervously. "Um…" she mutters.

She's keeping something from me. "Be honest," I tell her.

"Well…" she starts. Her eyes keep darting around. "Well… my dad's a Victor."

I can't believe it. I think on it for a second and realize it. "Haymitch? Your father is Haymitch?" He's the only other Victor aside from my three other neighbors, who have kids I know of. But Haymitch isn't one of them.

"Well… uh…" she stutters over her words.

"Airmet," I warn her. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not!" she retorts defensively. She sighs and calms down. "Haymitch Abernathy. He's my father, the Victor of the 50th Hunger Games."

I can't believe she didn't tell me, even though I didn't tell her my own. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well…" she starts. "How come I've never met your family?"

I'm prepared for this. "You didn't answer my question."

She groans. "Because… it's kind of great… and I'm… not."

I scoff at her. "Aw, Air…" I hug her gently. "You're great, and you always will me. You don't need to hide things for me, ok?" I hear her sniff. "You know you can be honest with me, right?"

"Yes," she says. She looks me directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but… can you be honest with me?"

Her eyes beat in to mine, but I don't let my gaze falter. I feel guilt in the back of my throat but manage to croak out, "Of course," anyway.

"I promise you can tell me," she says quietly.

I sigh. She knows I'm lying, yet I still do it through my teeth. "It's nothing…" I try to say it as convincingly as possible.

"Colemet," she says firmly. "You're lying through your teeth."

She knows me too well. I sigh. I can't tell her. "It's not important."

"You're important," she says.

"I'm not important," I reply, even though I've been told that my whole life.

She frowns at me. I know she won't be happy until I tell her. But I can't do that. I'm not going to risk losing someone else to that. "Don't frown," I say. "Be happy."

"Then tell me," she replies.

I sigh and shake my head. "I can't." My voice creaks. "I'm sorry. It's for your own good." It's bad enough that Keeth knows, I won't risk Airmet too.

Airmet groans in frustration. "Why do you keep secrets from me?" she demands. "Why don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you!" I say. "It has nothing to do with that. It's not you at all. It's… it's me." It's the complete truth, I CAN'T tell her because of me, I'd just put her in danger. She doesn't know what's at stake. I can't risk her life. It's being risked already. I won't let anything bad happen to her. "I'm doing this because I care about you." My voice is small and quiet.

Airmet sighs. "Fine, Colemet," she says. "Whatever."

I sigh to. She's making off like she's ok, but I know she's not exactly happy with me. "Air, please, you'll understand one day."

"If you say so," she says. She leans over and hugs me anyway. The church bells ring.

We break apart. "Come on," she says quietly. "Time for church."

We hop off of the fence. After church, I see the one person I need most right now.

Keeth.