I wake up screaming, like usual. I haven't had many nights I haven't done. I don't remember what the dream was about, but I remember it was terrifying.

"Katniss?" murmurs Peeta, his eyes opening a crack, "You ok?"

"I-I'm fine Peeta. It's getting light anyway. I'll go and make breakfast. Go back to sleep."

Peeta doses off again, and I suddenly realise that the light isn't there because it's nearly morning, but there because an object in the corner of the room is glowing.

I instinctively reach for my bow and quiver, which I still keep by my bed for protection; even fifteen years after I could finally say that the games were over. Then I get out of bed, curious, and take a closer look.

The object that appears to be glowing is the small mirror that my father used to shave in. Most people would have thrown this out long ago, but I couldn't bring myself to. I approach at it cautiously, gripping my bow, and what I see surprises me.

I see a boy; I can't tell his age, with green skin and pointed ears, like an elf. No, I think he IS an elf. He is blindfolded, and holding a bow, positioning himself to shoot at something in the way only a skilled archer can do. He is standing in an area where you can't see anything but flames. He looks like me, but as an elf.

Suddenly, he turns in my direction, shooting a flaming arrow. I scream as fire engulfs me, but I don't burn. I fall through a tunnel of fire, flailing my arms and legs, but keeping a firm hold of my bow and quiver. Eventually, the fire turns to cloud, and then…

SPLASH! I kick my legs and swim to the surface of the pool I've landed in, and I see the area around it engulfed in flames. How is the water not boiling?

Then I see a silhouette, and Elf Boy emerges from the flames, shooting arrows rapidly at what appeared to be a giant robot, somehow not melting in the heat. But I wasn't melting, either, so I guess this fire is different to the fire I've come into contact with so many times…

Suddenly, the robot swings its giant metal fist at Elf Boy's head, and he crumples to the ground.

"Hey!" I yell, before I knew what I was doing, "Leave him alone!"

I shoot an arrow at it, but it bounces harmlessly off its metal head. It looks at Elf Boy, unconscious on the ground, then at me, and decides that I'm the one it wants.

As it moves towards me slowly (it did look very heavy, so that's probably why), I search frantically for anywhere I could fire and it would actually do something.

Then I notice an area at its shoulder where the metal has to be slightly open for it to be possible to move its arms, in the way it was designed. It's a tiny target, but there isn't much else I can fire at.

I take aim and fire. An explosion throws me back into the pool, and I assume I've hit my target. I remember the mirror, which I dropped in the pool, and feel around to find it.

"Please, take me back home!" I say to it, but it just shows me my bedraggled reflection. Then, in the corner of my eye, I see Elf Boy stirring.

I rush over to him and set my bow and mirror on the ground.

"Are you ok?" I ask him, checking all over for signs of damage.

"Who are you?" he asks, feeling my face. Of course. He's blindfolded. But by the way he shoots, you would think he has the most perfect vision in the world.

"Katniss Everdeen. And you are?"

"Flameslinger."

The fire around us slowly dies, and the water in the pool is sucked away. I realise we are in a sort of training area.

"Welcome to Skylanders Academy, Ms Everdeen." A voice booms.