Prologue
"There are much worse games to play," I said that with confidence, the day in the meadow, thinking I would never have any trouble like the games again in my time in Panem, but that was before Snow's granddaughter, Angela, took over Panem using her powers to take out President Paylor, I held Willow in my arms that night, the knowledge of new horrors to come.
Angela had new rules in the games, from each district, two males, and two females, were taken from their homes, I hoped that the games were done, Haymitch told me no one ever won the games, I thought that he was wrong, but then the news came.
My Willow, My Rye, I'm scared for them and I don't want Petta and my fate to be carried to my children. So that night, in Petta's arms, I sang.
"Deep in the meadow,
Under the willow,
A blade of grass,
A soft green pillow,
Rest your head,
And close your eyes,
And when they open the sun shall rise,
Here it's safe
Here it's warm,
Here is the place
Where I love you.
I was scared that it was my last time singing with my remaining family around me.
