Sunset Mellark's POV
Sunset Primrose Mellark, daughter or the Mockingjay, and the Boy with the Bread, is completely bored. I mean I have nothing to do. My dad doesn't like me to go in the woods unattended because I've got his clumsiness, and my mom doesn't like me going to the bakery because I inherited her appetite and will eat everything. So I sit at home while they go to the bakery. I could read, or write a letter to Odair, his new son keeps him a bit busy though and I don't really have anything exciting to report. I settle on staring at the ceiling.
"Sunny! Where are you?" My little brother, Finnick calls. He's only twelve and seems to have a knack for getting in trouble.
"Sunny isn't here! She isn't getting involved in one of your schemes!" I call out jokingly.
"Ah but Sun, this is no scheme," Finnick says rushing in and plopping next to me on the couch. "I think, if I understand the book, I can cure Mom's headaches with this remedy! I just need one plant!" He says with his big grey eyes all sad looking. Its odd how a twelve-year-old can look like a little kid.
"This won't be like the time you thought you could help Dad's cold and you accidently gave him blue teeth for a month is it?" I ask suspiciously. My brother wants to be a healer, and he's good, until he mixes up the directions, which he does a lot. He also refuses to go in the woods without Mom or Dad.
"Of course not! That happened a long time ago. Please, Sun? I want to help Mom," he begs.
I sigh, but nod. He starts jumping up and down and grabs my bow, arrows, and knives for me.
"If Mom and Dad get back tell them I went to the candy shop to visit Carmel," I tell him and nods, holding out the drawing and description of the plant I need. That's another thing Finnick can do, draw.
I must be crazy to go in the woods alone. Whenever I do, I get caught, but the thing about the woods is I love them. They're quiet, yet teeming with life. Serene yet dangerous. I'm already sixteen my parents have got to stop treating me like a baby. I will show them, I will find this plant and get some food, even though we don't really need it.
After about an hour of walking and finding nothing that looks like the plant in the picture, I look at it again, and read the information which I should've done to begin with.
"Only found near water. Oh well that explains it." I say sticking the paper carefully in my pocket. As I change directions to head to the lake. Hopefully I can find it, I've only been there twice but it should be easy enough to find. I think.
I walk for a few hours, shoot two rabbits. The ground around me start soften, so I think I'm close to the lake. A twig snaps from behind, I whip around and load an arrow on my bow so fast my mom would've cried with pride.
I wait, searching for movement, but find none.
"That how you greet everyone?" a velvety voice inquires calmly, and a boy about my age emerges from the trees. He has dark hair like mine, and intelligent grey eyes. He's handsome, but also unfamiliar and therefore dangerous.
"Actually no, I usually shoot at the first sight of movement," I say coldly. I don't like people I don't know, my mother's stories have made me wary of them. "Who are you?" I demand drawing the arrow back tighter.
"Relax," He says although he doesn't have an arrow pointed at him and for some reason is tone makes me want to relax. "I'm Ever, and I think you're Katniss's daughter? You look just like the picture dad has," he says, walking a few steps closer, and in the sunlight I can see his hair is actually brown.
"Your father has a picture of me?" I snap nervously, who would have my picture?
"No of your mother and him." He says laughing. "From a long time ago."
"Who is your father? I know almost everyone I thought." I say lowering my bow slightly.
"Gale Hawthorne," He says uneasily looking down. Gale Hawthorne. Gale who my mother thought she may love. Gale whose bomb killed my namesake, Prim. Gale who my mother rejected in favor my father. Gale who tried when I was born to make amends. Gale who my mother still has nightmares about.
I do the first thing that comes to my head. I run.
Ever Hawthorne's POV
"Well that could've gone worse, she could've shot me."I say trying to cheer myself up. I was so excited to run into Katniss's daughter out here. I had know it was her, since she looked just like the picture of her mother. At first it was Katniss but I saw the blue eyes, the innocence, the youngness. Katniss, even in a photo, never had those.
Dad talked about Katniss all the time. Well only when Mom was away, but that was a lot since she traveled for work. She's a representative in the new government. But I always loved those stories, and of District Twelve's woods.
Apparently I've been here once before though, I don't remember it; I was only one and a half at the time. Dad told me as my thirteenth birthday present, that Katniss had a daughter and that I had met her, but he refused to tell me her name for some reason. I had bothered him since thirteen to come back, but Mom's family had to stay in our district, even though she was never there. Apparently going elsewhere could be an insult to your district or something. I think Mom just didn't want Dad to see Katniss again. Which is ironic that she was worried about my dad leaving.
Mom left a few months ago for a trip, and sent a postcard saying she wasn't coming back, that she fell in love with the new President, Raiden. My poor dad couldn't take it, he had fallen in love again and lost it again. He decided to move back to the place he always considered home, District 12. I was so excited, I would get to meet Katniss, Peeta, and their daughter again.
But I scared her, can't blame her, I mean my dad probably isn't talked about very highly. I just wish I had gotten her name.
I sigh and look down where she was standing and find a knife laying on the ground. She must've dropped it. I pick it and look at my reflection and only see my father's eyes.
A/N: So I started this a couple years ago, hated it and stopped. Now I have a new idea, but my writing may be a bit spacey. But tell me what you think! Read, Review, love it or hate it, let me know!