Excavating our past, present and future - Katniss's POV
I awoke, as I do most nights, screaming.
"Shh Katniss, it's alright I'm here, calm down." Peeta whispered to me and I calmed down right then in his arms, in a bed, not in the Hunger Games they were finished. No more. Gone.
"We're safe; we're at home in District 12, look." Peeta leaned over and switched on the light illuminating our room.
Since Peeta came back from the Capital we saw each other every day and then, after I let slip that I still had nightmares and got scared at home on my own, he suggested that he came and took one of the spare rooms so that at night he could comfort me, I agreed and he moved in giving his house away. A few weeks ago he moved into my room.
As the light switched on our room came into full view, it was empty of furniture with another room for our clothes, which was very messy; there was only the bed and a chair and desk. The desk was littered in photographs and pens and in the very centre was the book. The book full of people who had died, their picture and anything about them was filled in those pages. I looked at Peeta and smiled
"We're at home" I repeated he nodded also smiling by now I leaned forwards and hugged him
"Let's get back to sleep we've got to leave at eight." we both lay down and in moments I was asleep again.
When I awoke it was light, and Peeta wasn't there, that didn't worry me, he was probably checking that everything he wanted was packed, and that I had packed what I needed.
That worried me. I sat up in bed and rubbed sleep out of my eyes and glanced at the clock it was five past seven, that meant I had fifty five minutes to get ready, eat breakfast and get my stuff back off Peeta because he thought that I didn't need it, before the hovercraft came and whisked us away and anything I left behind would stay behind for three whole weeks.
I jumped up, ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, when I came out Peeta was sitting at the desk with 'The Book' open staring at it. I walked slowly over to him and put my chin on his shoulder; he twitched slightly but remained staring down at the photograph of Mitchell.
"It wasn't your fault." I murmured, knowing what he was thinking
"Yeah but I still I killed her." he replied stubbornly I sighed and kissed his cheek
"What time is it?" he glanced at his watch
"quarter to eight" I gulped and he laughed "I haven't moved anything and there's some toast on the table downstairs, I'll go and pack this" he closed the book and we walked down the stairs where, as he had said the was some toast on the table I sat down and slowly worked my way through ten slices. Before going to check my bag to see if I still had everything I wanted and needed, I did so before I went and sat down next to Peeta in the lounge, who was flicking through channels on the TV. When I sat down next to him he stopped and turned to me
"Are you ok?" he asked quietly "we don't have to go you know we could stay." I stared at him
"I'm fine and I'm fine about going I'm just... If you don't want to go we could stay." he smiled at me
"I want to go." I sighed "you're just what?" he finished
"I have this bad feeling about going like what they want to show us is bad and it's going to change something and I'm nervous about it, Peeta." he put his arms around me
"Don't be, there's gonna be lodes of people there nothing's gonna happen." we looked at each other for a moment before I leaned in and our lips met and we kissed.
For about twenty seconds.
Knock, Knock. We broke apart smiling
"You go get it; I'll turn this off and bring the bags out." Peeta said waving his hand at the TV, I nodded and got up to open the door. Thinking that maybe it could work out between me and Peeta after all.
"we're in this area that used to be called New York City, it was a lot like the Capitol and was by the sea which has come in it was originally out there." our blond haired, hazel eyed guide said pointing out to the ocean some one hundred yards away "it was a big city spilt into parts" continued Hill "and we've only recently discovered it again, but what we've really brought you to see is that some things here say things in older languages than the native English, from faraway places that no longer exist and languages that even then no longer existed, it's strange." Peeta frowned at the sea before looking at me and I saw that he was thinking the same thing, he turned to Hill.
"What's that got to do with us? We were told that it directly involved us." Hill smiled and walked down to the shore to our right where a dozen men and women were milling around I glanced at Peeta who shrugged and set off after our guide I hesitated. My nerves increasing and sense that something bad was going to happen surging through me. I took a deep breath and followed my fiancé Hill was standing next to a wall with writing caved into it. The whole wall was ten metres long and in a ditch so I couldn't see how thick it was but it started just above my head and was split into three vertical sections the first one looked like gibberish and said:
Desunt quinque divisi erunt occursum copulat,
Quippe cum hoste non cecidit.
Et tempore magicis contulerunt valebit,
Dum per fidem est clavem pluvia, et grando sleet.
Donec veniat tempus ibi capti sunt,
Ubi regnant mortis assumam loco suo,
et heros vincere omnes transeuntes per gratiam.
The next one looked like an alien language with weird shapes and said:
Λείπουν πέντε ζευγάρια διαιρείται συνεδριάζει,
σε έναν κόσμο με έναν εχθρό που δεν μπορεί να νικήσει.
Χρόνος και magic συγκέντρωσε θα επικρατήσει,
ενώ η εμπιστοσύνη είναι το κλειδί με βροχή,
χιονοθύελλα και χαλάζι.
Εκεί βρίσκονται παγιδευμένα ωσότου έρθει η στιγμή,
όπου η κυριαρχία του θανάτου θα πάρει τη θέση του,
και ένας ήρωας θα κατακτήσουν με κάθε περνώντας χάριτος.
The last one was in English and I understood perfectly, from what it said however I wished it said something else or I couldn't read it and my fears and dread were confirmed in seven lines.
Five missing couples divided shall meet,
In a world with an enemy they cannot beat.
Time and magic brought together will prevail,
While trust is the key through rain, sleet and hail.
There they are trapped till comes the time,
Where the reign of death will take its place,
And a hero will conquer with all passing grace.
Underneath the English were ten names also in English. I stared at it, the verse and the names, the whole thing and I knew Peeta was as well, I gulped
"How long... How old is this?" I glanced fearfully at Hill who was looking at us sympathetically
"We guessed at two hundred to three hundred years." me and Peeta looked at each other tears falling down my cheeks he gave a weak smile
"at least we know why you felt nervous now" he held out his arms and I fell gratefully into them "shh" he murmured "don't worry everything will be fine, it'll work out it's not like the Huger Games we'll live. We'll all live. Even those people."
I looked up into his eyes
"'Reign of death'" I quoted
"Not yours" Peeta said quietly and I couldn't help it in a minute we were both kissing again after another Hill coughed behind us and we broke apart smiling.
"Do you have any idea what it means?" he asked not looking at us, me and Peeta looked at him.
"No" I said while Peeta nodded in agreement
"Ok" Hill glanced at his watch "we should be getting back to camp it's nearly time for dinner" we nodded again and set off back the way we had come I intertwined my fingers with Peeta's thinking.
What was that about?
later that night I was lying in bed, Peeta in the one next to me, thinking the verse through, it was a prophecy I think I had been told about them only they didn't exist anymore you couldn't make prophecies I sighed and closed my eyes, barely ten seconds later I felt a whoosh around me and in my mind, as if I was moving somewhere else somewhere far away...
