I grab my bow and Saige's hand. Together we run outside into the warm October air. We cross into the meadow were we make our way through a small door that was added to the chain link fence that used to "protect" District Twelve.

Once inside my daughter's face begins to glow with the excitement that she came to associate with the prospect of going hunting. She bent over an old log that stored a small bow that I used when I was her age. As Saige slipped the quiver of wood arrows over her head I smiled at her with a grin that confused her.

"What?" she asked in the voice that all children seem to save for their parents.

"Nothing," I say, "it's just that I was your age when I started to hunt for my family."

"Oh" she simply says and ponders on that, "Did you know Daddy then?"

"Not exactly" I say.

She looks at me for further explanation but when none is forth coming she goes back to stringing her bow. I slip mine over my head with my arrows and reposition hers to hang at her waist.

We slowly start out on our way to hunt. Her shot is as good as mine was at her age. Strait through the eye. No one else in District 12 can replicate our shot. Not even the hunting squads that venture into the woods regularly to attain food for the District can imitate the shooting that my daughter and I can do.

We hunt for hours and bring in a good haul. We swing by the new Hob that sprung up after the old, original one burned to the ground. We sell tree rabbits and two squirrels. I take the money and head into town ready to buy some food and other essentials. We make our way back home. Peeta is standing in the doorway holding our son Charlie.

"Katniss!" he says with irritation in his voice.

"What?" I ask kissing Charlie on the forehead and ushering Saige into the house. Saige takes a step but Peeta shifts his weight deliberately blocking the doorway.

"Katniss," he says again.

"What?" I repeat

"Gale is here."

I shove past Peeta into the kitchen where I find my old hunting partner lounging in one of the hard back chairs picking at a bread roll.

"What are you doing here?" I snarl at him.

"To bring you news." He says simply.

My children and Peeta followed me into the kitchen. Peeta quietly ushers Saige and Charlie up stairs before joining Gale and I in the kitchen were we are staring daggers at each other.

"What's your news?" I ask.

Gale takes a deep breath before answering.

"Prim. . . She, Prim is alive."

"Impossible." I say, "I saw her die.

Gale looks at me with pleading eyes and Peeta slips his arm around my waist to steady me. Prim alive how can that be? I saw her die. I saw her die!

Gale answers my question that never made to my lips.

"She did not die in the explosion, she was badly injured. She was nursed back to health in the Capital."

"Why am I learning this now?" I ask

Gale hangs his head.

"No one wanted you to know." He says ashamed with himself.

"What about Prim?" I ask, "Did she want me to know?"

Gale slowly shakes his head.

The room begins to spin with this news and I can barely make out the last phrase Gale mutters before I black out.

"She didn't want you to know because I am going to marry her."

I begin to fall and would have if not for Peeta's hands on my waist to catch me. Then I black out.