"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours."
― Ayne Rand, Atlas Shrugged

The wind was starting to pick up. The ashes were now falling in a slant. Katniss stood tall amongst the destruction, wondering if there were any survivors of her former home, when she started to see bodies climbing out from underneath the rubble. She blinked, once, twice, three times to make sure it wasn't a dream. There they stood, though. All of them were covered in ash, but their grey eyes seemed to stand out. An entire population had somehow managed to survive the fire bombs. How was this possible?

Slowly, she began to walk down the hill and into the mass of ash covered people. They made an opening for her, and she realized that she knew all of them. There was Jade, from when she went to school. Rosemary from the bakery. Coleen from the Hob. They had all survived. All nodded towards Katniss as she walked down the aisle of citizens of District 12. At the end, she saw her sister, her mother, Gale, Peeta, and Haymitch. They all stood together with proud looks on their faces. However, they weren't covered in ash.

So what, was this heaven? Had she― Oh. Oh. She had.

Back in Panem, when they had killed Snow. Katniss was no longer useful to Coin, and now she wanted her dead. She was a threat, now. Of course, another war broke out because of it. Thirteen, a few of their refugees and whoever else was siding with them against the rest of Panem and Katniss. That war lasted longer than the other.

It ended with Katniss' death. She became the martyr, yet again. Coin had somehow captured her, and was going to execute her. It was all according to Katniss' plan, the historians would later write. She was hung and displayed for everyone to see. Not very many people liked the idea of a public hanging, because then, how much more bad was Coin compared to Snow? Soon, people began to realize that Coin was just as bad as Snow, and her government was overthrown.

All according to Katniss' plan.

So. Heaven. All these people. All the people she loved and cared about. All there, standing tall. A population that rose out of the ashes. Ironic, for District 12. If only it were real.

Peeta held out his hand and nodded to another, higher hill. "Come on, Katniss. They're waiting."

"Who―"

"Don't talk, Catnip. Just walk," Gale smiled at her.

She took Peeta's hand and together, all six of them, they walked up the hill. Over the hill, there was sun kissed green hills and children and adults laughing. The skies were an impossible blue, the clouds perfectly cotton balled. The sun was warmer than anything she'd experienced, and suddenly she was overwhelmed with joy. This was perfect. This― This was home.

She was home.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," said Haymitch.

"Everything's going to be alright now, Katniss," Prim nudged her side.

"You can relax. Nothing bad's going to happen here," her mother told her.

And nothing ever did.

[I wrote this while listening to Gravity (the song on Gravity's soundtrack) by Steven Price. I just have a lot of feelings about that song/soundtrack, so I had to write something to it. And this is the result. Hope you like.]