Yo my fans! I'm sooooo super sorry for taking so long. I know I saw that all the time, but I actually mean it this time. I'm in the school musical (practices EVERY NIGHT) and I have so much homework it's not even funny. But I'm liking high school! How's your guy's school going? Leave a comment bellow telling me how everything is going! I wanna know! :D

Honestly, this chapter is going to be short, but it give important information! It's not necessarily a filler chapter, because it gives you stuff that you need to know for… the future. ;D

Oh P.S. Immy gave me an AMAZING idea in a review she posted for me, so I have to write it! It's like, amazing! Though my idea isn't exactly the same as hers, it's totally amazing. And don't go into the reviews and read her idea, because that will just ruin my whole next part of the story for you. Your loss, if you do! :D

When we broke through the thick trees, there was a vast open clearing that went on for a mile or two. And what I saw shocked me beyond belief.

There was a large village in the center of the clearing, which started at the bottom of the steep hill we were on, that could have at least 200-300 people, with room left. The village was mostly made up of houses; the base and walls were made out of sturdy wood, and the roof was made out of tightly woven hay and long grass, so tight it was most likely water proof.

The rest of the clearing was clear of everything except the occasional tree and roll of hay. There were fenced off sections: one had cows roaming, one had horses, another had sheep and goats. There were so many animals, I wondered where they had got them all. The animal they had the most of were the horses.

I was nearly speechless. "Wow."

"It's not spectacular, but we've been living here and adding on to it for about 8 years now. Isn't that right, Lierah?" Nick said, turning to his sister.

"Yeah, Nick and I have been here since we were 17. We're 25 now. But our parents died when we were 16, so we've stuck together." Lierah nodded, then patted my shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you guys around. You can share my hut with me."

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It turned out the village was a lot smaller than I thought, it was just the house-huts were big. They were more like houses than huts, but I guess what they were made out of made them huts.

Lierah brought us into the small town-like area in the middle, were there were small shops that held the milk, food, and clothes. They didn't have to pay for anything, but everybody had to be generous and only take what they needed.

There were people everywhere. Just as many people as I thought could fit in here, if not more. They were walking around everywhere, some with the occasional dog, and some tending to their gardens. They were clean, not muddy or scratched up like you would expect.

There was also a town hall building, though only slightly bigger than the houses. Behind it was a large garden that went on for several hundred yards. It grew strawberries and raspberries, lettuce and tomatoes, cucumbers and carrots, broccoli and cauliflower; nearly all the vegetables you could imagine. This was obviously a healthy little place.

Finally we stopped in front of a house. It had a small red sign above the door that read: Lierah Koham, daughter of Jonathan Koham the third.

"Hey, are you somebody important?" I asked, turning to her as she pushed the door open. "I mean, is there a reason you and your brother are the leaders here? Who was your dad?"

She walked inside, and I followed her. It was a cozy little place, with homemade wooden chairs and tables. There was a fire going in the fireplace, since it was a little chilly out. I just wondered why she would keep the fire going when nobody was home, considering that the house was made out of dry grass and wood. I saw another door leading into another room. This house was one of the biggest in the village.

It took me a minute to realize that Lierah hadn't responded yet. I glanced over at her and saw conflicting emotions on her face.

"Are you ok?" I asked her worriedly. I didn't want to upset her. "You don't have to answer, if it's a sensitive subject. I understand. My father is dead too. I'm not sure what's happened to my mother." I walked up and stood next to her awkwardly.

"No, it's ok," she reassured me. She hesitated. "Yes, he was important." She shuffled over to a chair and sat down in it. "He was President Snow's nephew." She sighed and ran a hand over her face, slouching back into the chair. I sat in the one across from her, and Gale and the kids stood in the corner.

"I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it is. President Snow didn't have any children, so the next person in the generation to be the president would have been my uncle. He was the oldest of his siblings, my father the second born. If you didn't know already, the president's spot is handed down through generations of the same blood. Every 150 years or so, they would switch to a new family. My uncle supposedly died somehow many years ago, and my father would have taken his place as president. So by default, if the world hadn't ended a second time, my brother would have been the president."

It was silent, our breath and the fire flickering the only audible sounds. How was that possible? Nobody ever knew that President Snow had a brother. He must have downplayed them, put them in a low-rank District where they wouldn't be discovered…

District 13. That's the first thought that popped into my head. The refugee camp of District 13 must have been where he placed them (AUTHOR'S NOTE: "them" is the brother and nephew, if that's confusing).

Gale spoke up. "So you're almost royalty then. You're one of the closest things to it. No wonder you and your brother are the bosses around here. You're the closest things to true leaders they have." Gale ran a hand through his hair, obviously nervous about something, but I turned my attention back to Lierah.

"Why aren't you working with the capitol, then?" I asked her, slightly angry. Was she playing us? Was this village really part of the Capitol?

"We don't support the capitol, obviously," she nearly spat, sensing my change in mood. "They took our family away from us. They know who we are, they know everything, but still they won't accept us. Not that we want to be accepted by those scum."

"But I just don't understand! How can you just sit here and do nothing? You have power! And even if you don't, your brother does. You can make armies! You have so many people here, you could gather more…" I trailed off, thinking about getting Peeta back after we defeated the Capitol again…

"We don't have any power! We're useless, we don't have any authority except for here, because our father started this village before he died!" She yelled, trying to get the point straight in my mind.

"Why not?" Gale asked from across the room. He was still too uncomfortable to come over.

Lierah looked me dead in the eyes. "Because my uncle is still alive."

Dun, DUN, DUUUUNNNN! How's that for suspense? Haha not that bad, I know. Next chapter is probs gunna be a filler, but I have an idea for it. But if any part of this chapter is confusing, post a review or send me a PM or something, and I can explain that to everybody, because I'm sure other people have the same question(s) as you do!

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