Chapter 1
The Girl Who Was On Fire
I need water, that much is obvious but I'm not paying attention to the tell-tale signs that I'm running in the wrong direction. How did this happen? He was dead! How could it have happened? We had escaped the Games, the Rebellion had succeeded. Snow was dead, trampled to death after I shot Coin. HOW FOR THE LOVE OF PANEM DID THIS HAPPEN! A dead man can't come back to life, but somehow it had happened. It had only been a few years, the Districts were at peace with the Capitol, the Hunger Games had ended, and I had Petta. Everything was perfect well not everything, Prim was gone, but under the circumstances that is probably best. Snow is back and already in control again. Of course, that means so are the Hunger Games, and even though no one will admit it, I know there will be no victor this year and Snow, wants to finish the Quell.
What was that? It sounded like a twig snapped, maybe I have finally found some pray, but I haven't I have found something much more interesting. There is a man standing there with his back to me and he's holding something.