A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I just completely forgot about this site for a time.


Prim's POV

Breakfast. Lunch - Gale brought us fresh meat every day, no matter what the weather or the circumstances, and I milked Lady whenever she produced any milk. Dinner. Sleep. This was our daily routine. No time to think about the games. About Katniss.

We waited for the tribute parade. The first time we would get to see the tributes. I wondered whether at that point the reality of the situation would begin to sink in.

When the day finally came, Gale came to visit us. We sat together on the couch and turned on the television. There were a few minutes of sickening Capitol propaganda and then it began. I cuddled up to Gale and he held me tightly. There were other tributes there, brutish Careers and undernourished twelve-year-olds, but I kept my eyes locked on Katniss's. My sister.

The first thing I saw was the fire. I told myself it was impossible - they wouldn't kill a tribute before the Games began. But that didn't change the fact that she was there on the chariot and she was burning before my eyes.

Then I saw her face and I saw that, somehow, the fire had not touched her. Some weird Capitol technology I'm sure. She clasped her hand with the boy tribute's - Peeta Mellark, yes, that was his name - and held it up. The cheers were deafening. Cheers mean sponsors, and sponsors mean a better chance. I willed her to remember her promise to me, her promise that she would do everything in her power to win, even though I knew there was no way she would forget it.

This is going better than I could have imagined.

Then I looked up at Gale, and his expression was unreadable.

Gale's POV

Katniss, my Katniss shone like a beacon. Sponsored would be lining up around the corner. It was sick, but I had no choice but to be grateful. What if, for one year, everyone just stopped watching? But I new now why that didn't. That seed of hope that maybe, just maybe, their loved ones would return to them kept their eyes glued to the screen.

She held Peeta's hand, her fingers clenched tight around his, holding on. Peeta, who she barely even knew. KATNISS. Katniss, I'm here, in District 12. Whatever you do, remember me. I don't care how the Capitol tries to change you, but remember me, remember us, and remember their injustices. Don't let them blind you to that, Katniss. Don't you dare.

Prim's POV

I followed Gale's gaze and I saw the jealous looks the other tributes shot at Katniss. A shiver of dread passed through me. That Cato, who was staring at her with pure loathing, looked like he could smash her head in in half a second. Win, Katniss. You have to win.