And so comes more of Septa's Journey. Thanks to all who reviewed.

Disclaimer: I only own Septa, Hima and her family, Lin, and Rynna.

Lin's POV:

He shut the door softly behind him. He started as he turned and saw Rynna in front of him. "What happened to her?" She asked softly.

"A group of Peacekeepers jumped her."

"Led by who? They know not to trouble the mentors."

"This one's boy died in the One Hundredth and One Hunger Games, right after Septa won. It seems that Septa can teach her tributes how to be merciless, according to the Peacekeeper."

"Which one? Many Peacekeepers have had their children in the Games."

"I'll deal with it, Rynna. The doctor gave me pictures and we have a name. It is no secret that he hates her. The doctor said he found his DNA under her nails, so she fought back. Her words only confirm what we already know. You focus on Cain and getting him ready for the interviews in a few days." Rynna nodded and walked away. Lin walked to the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. He was outside before the Peacekeepers could register him. He would take care of Peacekeeper Hawthorne and make sure he couldn't hurt Septa again. But he had to be careful about it. The Capitol did not know violence like this. He hoped that the Head Peacekeeper would believe them. If not, he would have to go straight to the President.

Septa's POV:

I try to think where my cane is. I know I have one somewhere in my room. This is not the first or second time I have gotten a broken bone in my leg. Lots of Peacekeepers have been upset with me because my tribute has killed their kid. This is just the first time that I've been nearly killed for it. I look up and see an Avox walk in.

"Where is my cane?" She walks over to the closet and pulls out a sleek black rod. She hands it to me and I nod that she is free to leave. I hobble over to my closet and pick out an outfit and then go out to the dining room.

"Septa!" Cain hugs me tight and I have to pry him off.

"That is not how a tribute acts. Do you understand me?" I growl. I can't be his aunt, not here. Not when we are always being watched. If the Capitol knew that he considered me his aunt, they would kill him for sure. I hobble to the head of the table and sit. Lin is nowhere to be seen and neither is Rynna and Vian. I look at Cain and Cynthia. "Alright, first off, how do you want to be trained?"

"Excuse me?" Cynthia blurts "You're supposed to train the both of us."

"I know that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"From just looking at the two of you, I know you both work in the mines. Cain's muscles are visible. Yours are not, that gives you an advantage over the other tributes. But what if you have a talent you do not want Cain to know you have, one that will help you over power him. And vice versa. Do you have something you want to keep secret from the other? Do you want to be mentored together or separate? Remember, I can only get one of you out of the arena alive if I can. You have to convince me you are the one I make sure to save. Is that understood?" They nod glumly. "Now, are you going to answer my question?"

"Separately." Cain says, sure of himself. Cynthia opens her mouth, shuts it, and then agrees with Cain. I make a mental note to ask Cain about it since she shut her mouth when he gave her a look.

"Alright. Separately it is then." I gesture for an Avox to get me some food since I know I won't be able to hold a plate and serve myself without help.

"Septa, what happened to you last night? Vian and Rynna wouldn't let us out of our rooms last night." Cynthia asks worriedly.

"I needed to have a conversation with Lin that was just between me and Lin." I say evasively. I don't need them being worried about me. The bastard of a Peacekeeper knows that I would have been able to fight them off had he not had friends hiding in the shadows to surprise me. "I'm fine, see."

"Then why do you have a cane?" Cain says. I can see the suspicion in his eyes.

"My ankle is bothering me today. It's just a precaution in case it gives out. You two just focus on what you need to do, do you understand me?" They nod. We sit in silence and then I send Cain into the other room and make sure he is out of earshot before I begin. "Alright Cynthia, tell me what you know."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how to fight?"

"A little. Only what my brothers taught me."

"And what did they teach you?"

"How to fight by hand. When they saw that I was watching them, they taught me to defend myself in case they couldn't be there to drive off the boys." She blushes and I smile. She is a pretty little thing. She's got thick black hair that falls down in a single sheet down her back and bright hazel eyes.

"What types of defense?" She demonstrates and I smile. If it wasn't for my promise to Hima, I would have chosen to help Cynthia get to the end. "What about plants?"

"Only what grows around the district. Mom's a healer of sorts, not like the ones here. But she helps the people in Twelve."

"Fire?" She shakes her head. "Shelters? Hiding? Weapons?" She shakes her head three times. I take a deep breath and look at her critically. "Alright, this is what I want you to do. You learn all you can about survival today. You have proven that you can defend yourself with hand-to-hand combat. If you can come up with a knife in the arena, that will save your life. Practice it if you want, but do it very little. Save that for your private session with the Gamemakers. I want you to focus on survival skills today." I don't tell her that I have made special arrangements with the instructors in the gym and that has given me access to everything they teach.

"But isn't fighting more important?"

"No," I say and look at her. "Surviving is more important. If you do not have fire, you will not be able to boil your water if you do not have iodine. But don't be an idiot about it. Use your head, Cynthia. Study how to survive today. Tomorrow, I will decide if you should go and practice with a weapon. Now go out and send in Cain. Lin should be here soon to take you both down there." I'm only waiting a moment before Cain walks in. He sits down next to me and I know he wants to know what happened to me. I shake my head and take a drink of coffee, glad it had been made with plenty of sugar.

"You can't save me." I spew my coffee across the table and look at him, hoping he is joking. His face is dead serious. I take a moment to wipe my mouth and compose myself. "I don't care what promise you made Hima, you are not going to save me if I can help it."

"Where is this coming from, Cain?"

"Isaac and Cynthia really, really like each other. If we can save Cynthia, then when Isaac is safe, they can be safe together." I choke back my tears and wonder if Joel had said the same thing to Katniss so long ago. "I need you to help me get us to the final two. Once that happens, I can kill myself or let something get me in the arena and then she can go home."

"Do you realize what you are suggesting?" I whisper.

"It's what I want."

"Cain, I," I can't finish what I want to say. "Why does this boy have to be so sweet?" I think bitterly. I know that my brothers would have done the same thing for me and Christa and each other. I blink back the tears. There is only one choice. "Alright, Cain. We'll get Cynthia home. But all I know about you is that you are a miner. I have not taught you anything. I doubt Ed has unless he has while at the mines. Hima is in the forge all day and so am I. So, what special talents do you have that I don't know about?" He looks at me, a blank look on his face. I sigh. "Let's try it this way. Do you know how to trap an animal?" I ask. The miners are allowed into the forests during their break hours. He shakes his head. "Please tell me you have watched Ed start the fire in the house."

"No, I haven't." He says.

"Fighting?"

"Only what I've seen you do." I close my mouth, the next question caught in my throat. Only what I've shown him?

"Have you been following me?"

"Sometimes." He shrugs. Damn it all. Doesn't he know that if the Peacekeepers found out, he would be punished? After I had won my Games and after the first Games I had mentored, I needed someplace to be alone and work off the stress. My forge wasn't helping, especially after some particularly horrible nightmares. So I would go out into the forests to where I hid some weapons and practice with them, pretending that the nightmares were real and needed killing.

"What have you learned?"

"How to aim mostly."

"Nothing else?" He shakes his head. "Alright, today, I want you to spend the morning learning survival skills like making fire, snares, and the like. Do you understand?" He nods. "After lunch, do whatever you want to do. Try to find a special talent. When you do, say you have a special talent for using a sword, stay away from them. Save it for your private session with the Gamemakers. Do you understand me?" He nods. "Good, now get out of here. Training starts at ten and you are not going to be late." He stands up and leaves and I am alone. I finally let the tears fall. How am I going to tell Hima that Cain sacrificed himself for the happiness of his brother? How do I tell that to an older sister who made me promise to get her brother home alive? I sigh. I can't think about that now. I have to go out and sign sponsor deals. I get up and nearly collapse on the floor. That's right. I have to go down to the hospital first. Hawthorne had better hope I don't see him between now and the start of the Games. I still intend to get even with him. Lin wants to do it legally. I snort. He'll get off and come after me again. He's not going to be happy until one of us is dead. It's not going to be me.

I grab my cane and hobble out the door and to the elevator. I look at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is loose, making a frame around my face. The feature that catches my attention is my eyes. I can still remember when they still looked innocent. When they had not seen so much death. The eyes I see now look aged beyond what they should be. Only twenty-two years old and already, they had seen so much death you would think I had been in a war. I'm not sure I haven't been through war. I look away and get into the elevator and hit the button. My reflection is still there. I scowl. My face takes on a look I had only used in the arena. My face always looks like this when I scowl. It's driven off many would be suitors which is fine by me. Unless these Games are ended, there is no way I am getting married and having children. I do not want to be the one to have them get killed.

The doors open and I walk out only to be met by the doctor who treated me yesterday. He babbles on about this and that. I am put on a bed and sedated. The last thing I remember is two black eagles against the white ceiling.

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