"Oh, no-one, just Dr Aurelius again" I replied to Peeta. How could I tell him? That our tranquil lives as they are might not be the same any longer. He looks into my eyes, and I cannot resist but snap "Okay, okay, it was Plutarch! We're to expect a visit from Paylor soon".

"What do you mean?" Peeta replied in a rather soothing voice. "In the Capitol..." I start, "There have been uprisings against us".

… I look at Peeta and into his despaired eyes, his face sinks immediately, and I can tell he's thinking. Thinking about how our lives will once again become involved. I remember that too, being played around with, like pawns on a chess-board. Having to disregard your emotions for the people around you.

But I have to be stoic. Just like I have since the mine explosion. "Katniss Everdeen, The Girl on Fire".


We sit in the dining room of our house, in the "Victor's Village". From right to left; Peeta, Plutarch, Paylor and, of course Haymitch – who had evidently been drinking that morning surround the large almost-oval shaped wooden table.

"I apologise for the inconvenience of all of this" Paylor says as she rests her forearm on the table in-front of her. "It has been reported that rebels are in the Capitol, against us, a rebellion is spreading".

I could not stop myself, "So what are we supposed to do?" I reply, Haymitch smirks and then as if he needs it, pours himself a ginger-ale, and slouches back in his chair.

Plutarch moves in closer to the table, "We need to isolate the rebels, we need to find out who is organising all of this".

Peeta glanced over at me, he knew how I felt.

"...And why couldn't you have dealt with this?", I stopped for a few seconds, and then promptly continued, "You have peace keeping forces in the Capitol?".

"But who are we without the Mockingjay? Katniss, they need to know you're back. The Girl on Fire. You and Peeta stole everyone's hearts, you can do it again" Paylor exclaims. Plutarch adds, "We must get as much support as we can, not just in the Capitol but in the Districts, dare I say it, what if the rebellion spreads?".

Four faces stare at mine. They wait for my verdict. Part of me is turbulent and bitter, I thought this was it; Paylor would become President and care to the Capitol and the now 13 Districts. Although, the other side of me can see Prim, the unjust act that is her death, I can hear her in my mind, the faint whistles of her voice run quivers down my spine. It is all too much.

A tear runs down my face. But it wasn't a tear of feebleness. I look up look at Peeta. He expresses a small comforting smile on his face that gives me the reassurance I need.

"Let the Mockingjay live on".