Katniss Everdeen, was a sixteen year old girl, living in the Seam, District 12 of Panem. She examined her reflection, almost unrecognizable. She was wearing a beautiful floor length gown, made of red, yellow, and blue jewels, making the impression she was on fire. Her lips bright red, her eyebrows plucked, blush and eyeshadow. Her hair swept back in its usual braid.
She sighed. Cinna, her stylist, had really out done himself. She stepped out of the room, and went to await her doom, her interview with Ceaser Flickerman. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Possibly, she would be remembered. The Girl on Fire.
Five years later, Katniss Everdeen sat in her home with Peeta Mellark, holding his hand, as she had just woken from a nightmare. Mutts and tributes, starving children, white roses, and blood.
But Peeta was there. And now, she was remembered. As the Mockingjay, face of the rebellion, defeater of the Capitol.
Katniss wished she wasn't. She had lost everyone. Except Peeta.
And he was all she had.
She put a hand on her large stomach. "Peeta, I feel her kicking." she croaked. Peeta grinned.
Now the dancing girl with brown hair and blue eyes spun around the yard, a chubby two year old boy with blonde hair and grey eyes chasing her.
"Here is the place where I love you." Katniss sang in a whisper. Peeta pulled her close, smiling at his two children. The games were over, and they could live normal life.
Well, as normal as it could be.