I try to keep my breathing soft as they pin final touches to my outfit. I stand in a tight leather suit, decorated with dark leather feathers and small gold hints. I slowly exhale, blinking softly. Portia jumps up. "Were done." She announces. I look at the creature in the mirror, my hair is fine and silky, with small gold strand falling down in curly ringlets that bring out my large hazel eyes. Katniss stands behind me, her face set to look like a birds, red feathers fall across her body, shoulder pads are placed on each shoulder, with clouds of red black and white feathers fluffing from them.

"You look so beautiful." I admit in a soft voice. Katniss's face falls in a shameful way. Her hair had been left to Mrs. Everdeens care, nice tight braids fall down her back, and up on her shoulder. "You deserve it." I assure. Katniss smiles. "Well ladies." Coin says walking in. "You two have been trained enough to know how to act in front of the cameras." Portia pulls out a newly patented knife holster, pinning my Mockingjay pin onto it. She slides my knife into place, patting it securely. Peeta and Finnick stand in the corner. Waiting to wave us off, soon we would be free to speak our minds and there would be no one to stop it. No scripts, no false smiles and fake emotions. "Were rolling live in 3, 2, and 1." I stand up taller as a pair of clean glass doors fold open. Our two camera men begin to pride around the room in sleek cat like ways, making it hard for me to keep my focus on anything, in order to make us look as organized as possible, they had created a system, the cameramen had orange markers they would hold up when they wanted our attention. "Two years ago, twenty four kids were picked up to be slaughtered once again by their president, and once again, most died." Katniss says. "But four of us didn't four of us lived to tell the story." I say. "We were stolen into the capitols custody by a treaty formed years ago, that promised blood shed from innocent kids." I continue. "These games were known as the hunger games." Katniss says.

"They thought that these pitiful games could take away rage, but the Capitol isn't as strong as you think, they are weak, idiotic even, and even if it causes my life, I will continue to fight, we are your Mockingjay and you must be out helpers, our community, we can do this together." I rage on. Katniss smiles. "They buried one of our cities in ashes, well we know how to climb out of them, now it's their turn, I've had my fair share with fire, Snow it's your turn." The cameras cut off on a high note leaving another fiery ripple. Katniss is already removing the sweaty suit when everyone rushes into the cool air to congratulate us. We stand in the rubble looking at the new sprigs of plant life that up rise from the soil. I slowly bend down to pick up a small green flower. I sniff it, smelling a natural stink. Mrs. Everdeen smiles. "It's a four leaf clover." She announces as I twist it in my fingers. I smile. "Named after me." I blush. "Four leaves mean good luck." She smiles. I grin folding the bottom of the stem slightly. "Hold on." I tell the group. Katniss hands Peeta her slick suit, revealing the tank top and slick pair of jeans under it. "Katniss, Peeta, come with me." I take back my commanding tone the second I throw it out. Peeta is already set and ready to follow me. I slowly part my lips, standing on my toes. Coin walks over to me. "You might want to get this on film." I whisper. She rolls her eyes. "You have twenty minutes."

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We stand over the ruins of district thirteen, up on a small hill that overlooks the whole place. I slowly turn to the wind path. "If this clover brings luck." I start. "I want to release it to all of Panem." I say in a serious tone. Peeta smiles. "I think that's a great idea Clove." He says with sincerity. My freckled cheeks rise with a grin. I slowly lift my cupped hand to the sky, letting it pull the leaf from my palms. I Lean against my two fellow allies for support. I keep my eyes on the small object, watching it until it disappears. Its then, when a new object rips across the sky,, a dark cloud, something that is familiar to my eyes. It's a hovercraft. Almost brought to my knees by this, I find myself sitting on the ground. Slowly the red Mockingjay symbol surfaces into view, and I know, something hopeful has just arrived.