Prologue
Young Katniss sat behind the television screen. Oh the Games had given her nightmares on and on..but despite the dreadfulness her mother bore about the games, there was a reason Katniss watched them. A young tribute named Zane Cohen. He was shy of being seven years older than her at her current age of eight. The youngest tribute ever to have won the games. He was in his second quarter quell. There was something about him, that drew her to him. It wasn't just his mossy, dark curly locks or his upper body strength. But his heart, he went and helped others as he could. Even if they were trying to kill him, he ended up talking his way out of these situations and turning most scenarios around. His stride of leadership inspired her, ever since her father's passing she looked up to Zane and admired his ideals. Katniss couldn't watch the death scenes, it was too much for her even then to comprehend.
"Mommy says one day we could be up there." Katniss's younger sister, Primrose snuck up behind her.
"You're so silly lil' duck. I promise, I'll never let that happen to you." She embraced her five year old sister.