An: I do not own Hunger Games and Chronicles of Narnia. I tried to make this crossover as much like the original series as possible there may be some spoilers if you haven't read the series.

Prologue Part 1

I walked down the dark, lonely alleyway and made my way toward the nearby woods. A boy, Halid, ran into me knocking me down to the icy, black, ground. He didn't apologize, he just kept going. I didn't expect him to. Ever since I had made the decision to have yet, another Hunger Games, accept with the capitol children, people hadn't been very nice to me. They didn't agree with me, but I don't mind, the capitol deserved it after all I had been through.

Ever since the rebellion two years ago, a lot of things have changed. District 12 is nothing like how it used to be. It was rebuilt after the bombing, it looks a lot like the old District 12, but it felt hollow, empty, especially without Prim. Now District 12 is a graveyard, every step I take haunts me. It was my fault that they were dead, my fault because I had become the mockingjay, I had in sighted a rebellion.

My old house in Seam became my Mother's apothecary shop, The Hob or black market is still there, they rebuilt the warehouse it was in, it's still abandoned though. I think they only rebuilt it because District 12 would be a foreign place without it. It doesn't really matter now though, since it was legalized we can hunt freely in the woods when we choose.

Because of force of habit, I listen to see if the fence is electrified, although now it never is. Since I didn't hear a low, electrical hum a laid down on my stomach and carefully crawled under the fence. There is a newly installed gate at the edge of town for hunters but I like entering this way better. It makes District 12 feel more like home. It reminds me of before the games. When I am in the woods I feel free, I forget the chilling smell of roses and blood, President Snow, threats, and deaths on my shoulders... well almost. I retrieve my bow and arrows and make my way toward our place. I slip through the trees and enter the clearing upon which I shared my favorite moments in District 12. I set some snares and begin to pick some greens.

I think about Gale, I miss him a lot. He was my best friend. Even though I love Peeta, and this was for the best, it still hurts when you lose your best friend; it still hurts when you break his heart. He moved to District 2. No one ever travels around the Districts. Even though were aloud it doesn't seem right, since we have been deprived of that privilege so long. So I never see him. I still miss our talks, and hunting together in the woods. These are things I can never get back, even though I want them. These are things that the rebellion has deprived me of, freedom, Gale, even hunting. The one thing I still have is Peeta.

After our wedding we moved to our little house in the Seam. We could've moved to a big place, a mansion, but I told Peeta I liked the Seam better, it reminded me of my father, and Prim.

I take out a deer and get a bagful of greens and bring it to The Hob, to trade for a bowl of grapes, a loaf of bread, and a small delicacy, a chocolate bar. I walk back to our house and open the door with a creek. Buttercup, Prim's old tom cat, is sitting in the middle of the floor rolling on his back. I hiss at him and he hisses back at me. I throw him a piece of meat and he lets me by. I hate that cat with all my heart and I know he hates me, ever since I tried to drown him, but I keep him, for Prim's sake. She would've wanted me to have him. A tear slips down my cheek and lands at the corner of my mouth. I can taste the salty tear. I heard footsteps and wiped it away quickly. I am supposed to be strong, but it's hard getting over the loss of someone you love.

Peeta ran and embraced me, kissing me on my cheeks and neck. Sometimes when I am I am out he thinks that I have left him, or have been killed by the capitol. I assure him I would never do such a thing, and that there is no capitol, but he still worries. He pulled away and I examined him. His blonde hair is sweaty and greasy, I knew he had been having bad memories, or capitol allusions, his eyes are red and puffy instead of baby blue. He has been crying.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked in a sweet voice. "Are you alright?"

"It's just the games, the finale," he replied with a sob. I slipped out of my hunting boots and hung up my Father's hunting jacket and followed him to the living room. I sat down on the couch.

"Who's left?" I asked turning the T.V. on again. Peeta looked away in disgust.

"Mayel and Una" he replied with another sob. I frowned. Why them? I wondered sadly. They were best friends, why couldn't one of them have died already so they didn't have to face each other. I tried to push the thought out of my mind that this was my fault. I watched the bloody, gory, mess, and at least three capitol mutations as Mayel died and Una rose from tribute to victor of the 76th annual Hunger Games. I wished I could go back and change my decision about having another Hunger Games with the capitol children, because this was cruel.

I let a tear slip again when all the sudden President Paylor appeared on the screen. He introduced a woman named Jadius Chan, his new wife. She stood in the background and placed her hand on his shoulder as he spoke " Hello, Districts 1 through 13 we are glad to announce, that this coming up year we will be supporting the idea of having a 77th annual Hunger Games, between the Districts, in honor of long tradition."

"WHAT?" I gasped in horror. Another Hunger Games with the District children.

The woman in the background with long blonde hair and pale skin tightened her grip on the president shoulder.

"Therefore in six months there will be another reaping, so Happy Hunger Games, and May the odd be ever in your favor."

I sat there in shock. Peeta however stood up and left the house. After a few minutes he returned holding box with strange tree carved into the side. "Katniss, do you remember this box?" I remembered it instantly. A year after Peeta and I had returned to District 12 President Paylor visited us. He gave me the box and said,

"Back in the golden age, before Panem and the Districts, this was a land called Narnia. It is said that inside the box is the horn of gentle queen Susan. Supposedly when you blow into the horn, no matter where you are, help will find you. It is said it could even call upon the Kings and Queens of old, or the great Aslan himself."

"But those are just myths." I had said matter-of-factly.

"Some believe," He had retorted, "that they aren't myths at all, but because it was so long ago people think that history couldn't be true. Whether it is or not, I want you to take this horn," he said handing it to me, "And if Panem ever returns to the way it used to be, blow into this horn, and hopefully help will come."

I had buried the horn under an oak tree near the house, thinking I would never use such a useless thing, but now it seemed like my only hope. I looked at the box now, and carefully opened it removing the ivory horn. All I could think was that I couldn't believe I was putting my faith into a fairy tale. I carefully put the horn to my lips… and blew.