My name is Katniss Melark. I am 35 and I have two Children, Rue and Finnik Melark. My husband is Peeta. We survived two Hunger Games and the Quater Quell. We defeated president Snow and overthrew the Capitol. The rebels won. We won. Gale is now a famous actor, Peeta a famous baker. While I'm... I'm famous for being the Mockingjay. A nickname people still use for me till this day. My children ask what it means, but I never have the courage to tell them. I can't. I want them to be safe from the horror I was forced to endure. I was sat on the grassy watching my children play. They never will know that it is a graveyard. Not while I'm alive.
Finnik is like his father, smart, good with words, brilliant with painting wile Rue is more quiet, likes to hold things near and dear to her heart. Our children are just like how we was when we were younger.
Finnik was running to me now, tears streaming down his beautiful face.
I scoop him up, holding him close.
"What's wrong baby." I ask softly, kissing his cheek, stroking his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"I fell on a branch and scrapped my knee," he says in his high toddler voice.
I check his knee and find it's pretty bad.
"Wanna show mama where you fell."
He nods and I put him down and follow.
But what I find is disturbing. It isn't a branch. It is the bones of a human hand.