This wont be easy, but Prim will benefit from it, and it could even be the difference between life and death. I think to myself. I want her to be here, with Peeta, Finnick and I for her twenty-second birthday. I want her here when she is no longer eligible for the reaping. I just hope she accepts the truth, and doesn't ignore it. Peeta and I have two amazing children. They don't have that Seam look about them. Prim has long, blonde curly hair, and Peeta's eyes, and Finnick has short, fiery reddish hair, and seaweed green eyes. They both have very similar personalities. They inherited my mother and Prim's healing hands, which I must have had traces of deep down, the singing voices of my father and I ,Peeta's baking and kindness, my temper and hunting ability, my foolishness, and Peeta's non-foolishness, and both of our confidences. They are little rebels. They are my children. My children, who will be forced into the arena, forced to fight for survival. The worst thing is, Peeta and I are the only living tributes from District 12, so we'll be the ones in the hub, we will need to be watching her at all times, or we could be the cause of our child's death. There's also the other tribute(s) from 12 that we'll have to look out for, I mean, we can't just abandon him/them for our daughter, that would be an assassination. What I'm really nervous about, is the Quinquennium Suppliciums, they could include anything. Ever since Peeta and I pulled out the berries in the 74th, there has been a slight rule change, - every 7 years, both tributes from their district could win, if they were the last ones alive. If the Capitol do what they done in the second Quarter Quell, with this Quinnquennium Supplicium, they'll demand twice as many tributes, which means that if more than one tribute from their district are the only ones left, then all of them shall be crowned victors. It's Snow's way of covering up all remnants of the rebellion. I have a feeling that the rebels are still ready for action, and are waiting for me to give the signal to fight. No! They wouldn't! Not after what just happened, anyway. Would they? I don't know. And what if Snow waits until Finnick is also eligible for reaping, and then puts both of them on the arena, together? No, he wouldn't do that. I mean, When you sent in Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, it started a rebellion. I can't imagine what could happen if you send in their, our offspring. All hell could break loose. So much thoughts run through my head. So much thoughts, in so little time.
We go to Prim's room, to find her writing stories, as she usually does. She has such a creative mind. "Prim, Your father and I would like to talk to you for a minute, darling." I say, faking a smile.
"Yes?" She asks. She's so beautiful, she looks so innocent.
"Now, honey, as you know, we both survived the Hunger Games, twice." Peeta begins.
"And we also started and led a rebellion" I say. I think she can sense my nervousness, as she puts a hand on my shoulder, reassuringly.
"Well, what the Capitol sometimes do, is mess with the reapings, and take advantage of them, so that a victor's child will get reaped for the games, to 'add tension'." Peeta tells her. She has never seen this herself.
"And, President Snow doesn't like your father and I, at all." I tell her.
"Because of the Nightlock scene." Prim adds in.
"Well, what your mother and I are trying to say is, we think that the Capitol will mess with the reaping one year to force you to the arena." Peeta sounds and is acting serious, yet comforting.
"So, we want to prepare you for it. Training starts in half an hour" I tell her, acting like the 'officer in command'.
"Like a Career?" She, like me, despises Careers.
"No! Of course not! You think I would let my daughter turn into a Career? Hell no! Prim, this is just to ensure your safety. We don't want you to die in the arena, especially considering that we are your mentors! We would only blame ourselves. We want you with us for your twenty-second birthday. Anyway, you'll get to learn to make a bow!" I explain to her.
"So, are you in?" Peeta and I ask her, simultaneously.
"I was in when you mentioned the bow! You should have mentioned it earlier." Prim smiles.
"Prim?" I call her.
"Yes?" she answers.
"Just, please don't tell Finnick, he still has two and a half years of free childhood left." I tell her, and walk away. Boy, she handled that pretty well. Let's see how she does in training.