Gasp! An update!

I won't bother you guys (if there's still someone reading this) with excuses, but I thought you would want to know that this fic is being translated to German! It's being translated by Charlet (on this site, Bloody-Alice on the other) and you can read it here: http:/www . fan fiktion . de/s/4e059e970000fe6c06711940. Just remove the spaces.

In some point, my dreams have taken a turn for the worst. Day turned into night, and I was suddenly running for my life. Darkness filled my eyes and I slowly turned blind. I was still running, but I couldn't see where. I stopped when I tripped and sprained my ankle. In the distance, I hear screams heading towards me.

Luckily, I was able to wake up before it got worse.

It was early morning, around the time I would usually wake up. The sun was just beginning to rise, and by now, I'd be milking Lady instead of having nightmares. Since I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, I decided to take a bath and get ready for the day.

I had memorized what buttons to push in the shower when I was in the train. Well, I thought I had. Once I got the hang of it again, I took my time to bask in the warm water. As soon as I finished, I looked at what Cinna put out for me.

Cinna seems to hate the way I wear pants. That's probably why most of the time I wear a skirt or a dress. This time it was a dark blue skirt with a matching baby blue blouse with long sleeves.

I fixed my hair the way I normally do, with two pigtails on the back of my head and a black headband to keep it in place. Then all of a sudden, I remember the cookies Peeta's father gave to me. Then remembered that I forgot it in the train.

'Brilliant Primrose,' I told myself. 'Absolutely brilliant.'

I decided to forget this disappointment by going to the dining room.

As I suspected, there is no one in sight when I reach the dining room. That is, if you don't count the Avox nearby. Even if no one was here to eat, the table was filled with food.

I was going to serve myself, but the Avox beat me to it and gave me a plate filled with rich food. It was decently sized, not piles of everything edible. I ate a roll the way Peeta did once, dipping it in a mug of hot choco-whatever.

After I finished stuffing myself, Haymitch and Peeta enter the room. We exchange greetings before they sit down.

Haymitch sat opposite me and slurped soup after soup after soup. He looked horribly tired and dehydrated. But that's what he normally looks like most of the time.

Peeta sat next to me in a similar outfit, but instead of a skirt, he wore pants that matched my skirt. I guess Cinna wants us to play twins so badly.

When Haymitch finished his last bowl, he turned to us with his flask and took a long swig. He gave a sigh and stared at us with his small, beady eyes.

"So let's get down to business. Training. First off, if you like, I'll coach you separately. Decide now." Haymitch took another gulp from the flask.

"I don't want to be coached alone." I say. "Why would we want to be coached separately anyways?"

"Say if you had a secret skill you might not want the other to know about." Haymitch answered.

I look at Peeta. He looks back at me. I doubt that he hid any secret talents from me, but Peeta Mellark is full of small surprises.

"I don't have any secret skills, and I already know what Prim's is, right? I mean I eaten enough of your squirrels." Peeta says.

I know I should be surprised that Peeta ate the squirrels that I killed, but I'm pretty sure that the baker is the greedy kind. Plus they can't always afford expensive meat.

"There's no harm in being coached together, then." I told Haymitch. Peeta showed his approval with a nod.

"All right, so give me an idea of what you can do." Says Haymitch.

"I can't do anything," Peeta admitted. "Unless you count baking bread."

"You're not useless Peeta," I say. "You're pretty strong. You came in second place in our school competition and was only defeated by your own brother."

"But this is the Hunger Games, and have you ever heard of someone wresting someone to death?" Peeta scoffed.

"Just push them off a cliff then. There's probably a hundred and one ways you can kill a person with brute strength." I say back.

"Ok, ok," Haymitch stopped us. "I still need to know what Prim can do."

"She's a healer and a sword man. Swordswoman that is." Peeta replied for me. "Better than anyone I've seen."

"I admit that I was good, but that was then. I'm not going off in the woods anymore, I'm just a plain ole' healer now." I point out.

"Prim, you learn faster than anybody in District 12. And I know that everything you hunt has its head sliced cleanly off. Rabbits, squirrels and even deer. You're not good, you're brilliant." Said Peeta.

"Wouldn't happen if a certain someone didn't give Katniss any bread years ago." I say accidentally. I thought that Peeta didn't hear it but you can see that he heard. It silenced Peeta and created an awkward atmosphere. Instantly, I regretted it.

Peeta must've remembered. Of course since he got a beating from his mother. Then I came and reminded him by giving goat milk.

After an eternity of silence, Peeta finally speaks. "There will be people in the Arena. People that will kill to help you."

"How about you then?" I said.

"She has no idea." Peeta turns to Haymitch. "The effect she can have." Peeta looks at the opposite direction and looks away from me.

I was about to ask what he meant by that, by Haymitch answered first. "Anything for the 'Flower of District 12'."

"What is that?" I ask.

"Just a nickname for you being tossed around." Haymitch finished off the flask before saying anything more.

Flower of District 12... That was expectedly uncreative of them. I can give them hundreds of names that are wittier. Not that I will.

"Prim," Haymitch snapped me out of my thoughts. "There's no guarantee there would be a sword in the arena, but during your private session with the Gamemakers, show them what you can do. Until then, stay clear of swords. Are you any good at trapping?"

"Very briefly." I answer.

"That may be significant in terms of food, so practice that. And Peeta," Haymitch turned away from me. "She's right you know. Never underestimate strength in the arena. Very often, physical power tilts the advantage to a player. In the training center, they will have weights, but don't reveal how much you can lift in front of the other tributes. The plan's the same for the both of you."

After Haymitch took another bottle from god knows where, he continued. "Go to group training. Spend the time trying to learn something you don't know. Throw a spear. Swing a mace. Learn to tie a decent knot. Save showing what you're best at until your private sessions. Are we clear?" Says Haymitch. Peeta and I both nod.

"One last thing. In public, I want you by each other's side every minute." Says Haymich. Peeta opened his mouth to object, but I placed my hand on him and shook my head. We agreed to do as he said, no matter how idiotic it sounds.

"Good. Now get out. Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training." Haymitch started to drink at the last sentence.

I exit alongside Peeta. With no idea what to do, I decide to stand in the hall. That was awkward however, since Peeta stood alongside me. But in that moment of silence, I got an idea.

Before Peeta had the chance to leave, I stopped him with a stutter. After thinking what to say for a second, I stopped the stutter.

"An alliance. If we're going to win this thing, we need an alliance." I said.

"Okay, with who?" Peeta asked.

"I meant that we should form an alliance." I corrected myself. "Temporary. Until we reach the final five or whatever."

"What if it blows in our face?"

"This is the Hunger Games. If it blows in our face, at least we got somewhere. Besides, that's probably what Haymitch wants. Why else would he tell us to get chummy chummy?"

"What if we both reach the end?"

"We'll think it through the games."

"What if..."

"Just please agree." I ask.

"Okay, but only till the finals." Peeta said. He put his hand out and I shook it.

Little did we know, that was the start of an unusual friendship.