As I stared at the arrow I noticed little things like an emblem edged into the whittled wood. It was some type of flower. I crawled closer to it, leaving only my feet under my mum. I took the arrow from the loose soil. Looking closer I could see the flower more clearly now. Its petals delicately placed around the head, the stem strong and sudden from the petals, and there on the that stem were two thorns that made the flower what it was. A rose.

Mum had told me from when I was really little that rose's were bad flowers. That some ladies loved them but they were the flowers that were to never be trusted. This is how I knew this rose was bad. The arrows had stopped flying towards us, me and mum got up, the arrow I still had clutched in my hand. It felt like a rose, I could almost feel the thorns digging into my hand as I carry what could have ended our lives.

We both move up a tree. Moving so fast, faster than normal. Some people would say we had cornered ourselves but we both knew that we both feel much safer in a tree. Up with the birds and their nests. Somewhere not a lot of people can get too.

We both stay quietly, holding our breath almost. We hear a crunch of boots snapping twigs and leaves. I wonder if they knew they were stalking a winner of the hunger games. And if so, why did they want to be loud. Surely you would try and make as little noise that was possible. But no, they were letting out as much noise that was possible with their massive black army boots. I looked over to mum. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a plait behind her. The end had swung over her shoulder now, one strand had fallen over her face. She looked up at me, pressed one finger to her lips. I did the same, just like when we were playing games in the wood when I was a little girl. We watched the men trudge through the wood, their bows hooked over one shoulder and held on their chests.

"Come on Katniss. The capital would like a little word with you" One of the men, the bigger one, shouted out to the trees, the animals and me and mum.

We both looked at each other, mum motioned for me to stay in the tree. I did. I still had in my hand the arrow that these men had fired at us. I was glad I had it now, something to make me feel protected. Specially as now mum was moving down the tree to meet with the men. She stalked behind them, they didn't know she was there until she had a log in one of their backs. I watched her carefully, ready to help if needed. They spoke quietly, a lot of the shaking of mum's head. The suddenly, the grabbed her.

Without even thinking I cried out, I knew it was the wrong choice because as soon as I had stopped the scream moving out of me the men had seen me. One kept hold of my mum, the other started running toward my tree.

I jumped from my tree to another close by. Hoping from one close tree to another the man tried to follow me on the wood floor. He kept falling over roots from trees that had emerged from the soil, the early fallen leaves had become wet in the afternoon dew on the floor and his big, heavy, loud boots were no good to him. Not in my territory. But then I stopped concentrating as I took note of where he was, misjudged my jump to the next tree and missed the branch.

Falling.

I tried to grab anything I could. I could see the floor getting closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then suddenly my hand found a branch, I grabbed hold. But it was too low, the man had caught up with me and now with just a reach above his head he grabbed my foot and help me upside down.

"Now what do we have here?" he asked, grinning.