Prologue

"They play in the meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes...My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard...one day I'll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won't ever really go away. I'll tell them how I survive it...It's like a game. Repetitive...

But there are much worse games to play."

There were much worse games to play. I had hoped all was over when President Snow and President Coin died. When things finally might have settled back to normal.

Nothing would ever go back to normal, I knew that from the start, and now my children will have to suffer through the harsh years that lay ahead.

This is my children's story. The story of love, misery, and death. The things that were never said, never learned, never done. We try to hide the mistakes, forget the mishaps, and cover up the holes that are cut through us. They say to plan for the future, you must know your past.

But if you don't know your past, how can you ever learn for the future?