Just like a phoenix.

Chapter 1: Free.

Katniss's POV:

The evening beckons night, sinking in a swirling pattern to give it room. The sky is not the usual bouncing waves of violet, purple and blue and pink, but a storm of cloudy grey and dark blue whiffs. With one glance, not just me, but anyone would tell that it is going to rain, and hard. I'm still in the woods, my son, Dillin being at he bakery, and my dear daughter Lindil, at her best friend's place.

I get worried about her sometimes, her best friend being a guy, who, Dillin confided to me, likes her. I'm not too worried though, for three reasons. First: Lindil is fifteen, no longer a kid, second: Liam's a good boy, he does care about my daughter, and third: Lindil is my girl, but that doesn't mean that none of Peeta's gene's haven't gotten into her. She's by far, way more patient than I am.

Sitting still, as I am, in this hollow, with all this silence around me, only the trees making noise with the rustling of their leaves, it is but natural that I jump at the sound of thunder. Slowly, I peek out. Drops slide down the curtain of clouds and into the small canopy above me, then finally touching my cheek as they fall like pearls from cups of green leaves.

I smile to myself revealing in the beauty of it, and as the memory of Peeta comes into my mind, I can feel that warm tingle reach out to embrace me, just like his arms would. All these years of marriage haven't erased that memory yet. I haven't kept it at bay, like I have learned to keep others at bay.

I roll under the still existing fence around district 12, and as I make my way towards our cosy house, I look up at the sky, observing as the clouds clash and thunder,

and the night sky burns black, and the rain heavily pours down, as like a whip, lightening struck back.

Lindil's POV:

Liam finally claims that he likes me, and I'm still not responding. He looks at me with a worried expression on his face and care in his green-grey eyes as he lowers his face to my level and I just can't bear with it anymore. I take his hair in my hands and I make him kneel down next to me, on the damp floor of his back patio. He gulps down some worry of his, and leans in, wrapping his warm arms around the cold me. I lean in too. After a while, he opens his eyes and ducks down, looking into mine.

With a puzzled impression that puzzles me more, he says,"Aren't you gonna kiss me?" Till then, I had just been leaning my head on his shoulder.

I chuckled, enjoying the suspense,"Well, you never asked me to kiss you. Just because I like you too, doesn't mean I suddenly want your tongue into my mouth." I smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck and then, I snogged him. Hard.

I wondered what was wrong with me and lightning. I mean, sure, I had been light-headed at one moment before breaking my lips apart from Liam's, but the spark inside me wanting more must have to be strong to bring down a lightening bolt to shoot a nearby tree down, hence making both me and Liam bolt inside the house.

I was cuddled up, unfortunately not in Liam's arms, but in a blanket on our sofa at our house, where dad was proceeding to tell us all a story. Mom was curled up next to him, and Dillin, my 13 yr old brother was lounging in the armchair by the fire.

Katniss's POV:

I sighed and shut my eyelids close, leaving the world behind, as I felt Peeta's arms snake around mine as he began,"This is a poem-story that my dad and my elder brother used to sing for me and less-elder brother. It's about this young boy, who is happy and content and warm, but is thrust into the rain, and how he is encouraged to make the best of whatever season comes. I'll sing you all to sleep with it, so the rain won't bother you. And then you can dream of spring, just like when times are hard, you dream of better times.

See the rain, see it fall,

Tip-tapping to you, the nature's call.

Go out in the rain, that's from the heavens above,

Flame in your youth, find your love.

Feel it sweep and flood, feel it drop,

Then after the dreadful rain, the frogs shall hop.

And spring shall come, the rain's great boon,

And dandelions ope, in the sunny noon.

And rainbows will colour the entire sky,

You'll get through the troubles if you aim for high.

Child, you can follow the sunshine that shines,

Like the lamps that men follow, deep in the mines.

Like the stars that adorns the sky like jewels,

You can find your guide to the silver bells,

That ring with joy of bridal grace,

Your love guiding you, and keeping you pace.

I opened bleary eye to see our children fast asleep. As always, Peeta's voice had done all the magic. But this time, his words, for me, had done it so much better. I turned and kissed him lightly. He pulled me up against him, and caressed me with soft hands.

It was now, that for the first time I wish my left ear were still deaf, for a loud gong, followed by shrill Capitol anthem blasts into my repaired left ear. There's an announcement coming, and Capitol making personal announcements right into my house is serious. I just have no idea what the hell is this about. I hope it's about me, and not my kids. I happen to get what I hoped for, and in addition to that, what I did not hope for. One free, on another...

A/N:

Hey, people! So, this is a new fanfic, first of mine on HG, I really hope you like it. Please leave a review. they happen to encourage me...:)

Phoenix.