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I feel along the edges of the paper with my hands, as I hike back to the cave. All I do is pack the rest of the fox, and neatly fold the flyer into my backpack. The trees seemed to be a little greener, the sky a little bluer. This was my chance, my one and only chance. I walk down a pathway I never noticed before, and confidence rises in me. I pull my long hair back in a braid, thinking of my mother. My mother….. Katniss? She does look like me, but maybe everyone in the strange land looks like me. But what about Peeta? He looks nothing like Katniss, or anything I remember about him… Golden hair? Like the sunshine? Is that possible? I feel something hard under my foot, and I fall. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice a lot of pieces of paper, put together. A book. I remembered.
"The Hunger Games." I read out loud, and flinch. I remember that name too, but I don't know how. I sit on a stone and read a little bit of the first chapter. I get up after I finish reading the third chapter, knowing I shouldn't get distracted. I read about Prim, and another Katniss and Peeta. It must be a common name. I keep on walking, trying to pay no attention to the book, which is now tucked under my arm. I climb another tall tree, and try to see how far away the land is. Out of Boredom, I call that place the Capitol, inspired by the book. The Capitol is close! I assume my parents are in the Capitol, just assuming. After I climb down the mountain, then maybe I could ask for directions. Maybe they would know my mom, since there was a flyer with her picture on it. I could ask for Peeta, too.
I feel like I have a hole, deep inside me, but all these years I didn't know what to fill the hole with. Now, the hole is filled with hope. I hear my own footsteps, steady and clear, keeping a beat of the world. What do I have to lose? Hope can be dangerous. It can ruin your life. Maybe, once, my mom had hope in me. Maybe she had hope in herself. I keep on walking, and I feel the forests power inside of me, the open skies encouraging me to move on. I look at the sun, and I know someone out there is looking at it, too. Was that somebody my parents? The hole is completely filled now, overflowing with hope. I sit down, and read again. I skip some chapters, until it gets to the part when she's in the arena. It says that she used a bow and arrow, and at that, I close the book.
With my dagger, I start carving a bow from a log. It wasn't easy, but I had someone, instructing me in my head. I reiley on the book for directions, but a voice is telling me how. Suddenly, I drop the dagger and sit down. I didn't hurt myself, but I sat down to think. This was rare for me. The voice. The song.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
I remember the song. I am drawing on Katniss's memory. I remember, before the shipwreck (where was there water, to even be a ship in?), a faint, yet sweet voice singing the same song. I remember how the mocking jays stopped to listen.
I stand and pick up my dagger. I continue to carve the bow, and the voice in my head keeps on guiding me. Soon, I am done. I pick up the bow in triumph, and decide I'll make the arrows later. I lie down in a patch of moss, and pull the blanket over my head.
"Bite me awake, if there's any danger." I tell a bug, and I hear it squeak a 'yes'. I've always been able to understand animals, and them understand me, but I haven't been using the power much. I had too much on my mind. The last thing I see before closing my eyes are the stars.
