Authors Note: as you may guess when you start reading, it's set during Mockingjay. I, sadly, do not own Hunger Games or any of the characters *sob*. Enjoy!
Katniss's POV
And that's when the rest of the parachutes went off.
Prim's POV
Katniss. I saw her, she was safe, not dead like I had thought, slaughter by the Capitol. No. She had been there, the last thing I had seen before, before...
Pain.
Everywhere, everything, consuming me from all sides, sucking the last pieces of life and soul from me, leaving me an empty shell. And then it was gone. Ending as swiftly as it had started. This was nice, I felt relaxed, the calmest I had been since, well, before my name had been picked out of the thousands on my first Reaping, but we all know the rest of THAT story.
I looked around at where I was, I couldn't see a lot. No, I realised that wasn't the problem, it was that I could see too much. It was light. Not a flickering candle, or a fading torch, a pure light that filtered through me, ridding me of all of the sins that I had committed in my life. It coursed around my body, leaving me as clean and wholesome as the winged folk in the remaining pictures from generations ago. People called them angels, a spirit from above. Yes, that is what I was now. This was what I had been waiting for, my life in District 12 had just been a stepping stone to arrive here. Knowing that I was where I was meant to be, I walked away from my life before, and into the new. I wasn't scared.
I walked into the light.