A.N.: Firstly, I may have mentioned this in a previous author's note, but I didn't just cross over between several book series in my fan fiction, but also between two of my own fan fictions! CROSS-OVER OVERLOAD! ALL OF THEM FAN FICTIONS!

Secondly, I know it's been a long while since Finn's story has been updated, but have no fear, because my Finn Hartman writing groove is here! #CrushedIt

"Come again?" I ask in confusion. Did I hear that correctly?

"Your eyes are entirely gold, Finn," Holly repeats. Yes, I did. "Your pupils and the white of your eyes are just gold, like bright luminescent gold. You're literally giving off gold light."

"From your eyes," the girl from District 7 adds with a grimace. That reminds me...

"Who are you?" I ask the fiery ginger from the lumber district.

"I'm Delancy Lesyk, District 7," Delancy introduces herself. I see, but why are you not dead?

"Finn Hartman, District 6," I offer her my hand and she shakes it ever so cautiously. I assume she thinks I'm going to kill her as soon as I get my strength back. She's not entirely wrong.

"Well, duh. Everyone knows you," she snickers. I squint my eyes, which are apparently glowing a golden colour, at her suspiciously, but then I remember my act from the Capitol.

I'm the cocky tribute boy from District 6! I outed myself during my interview with Jessica Maldiva and rallied the districts with my religious speech. Not to mention that I slew five tributes at the Cornucopia. It shouldn't surprise me that I'm just as infamous among my fellow tributes as I am to the whole of Panem.

"Hé, hé, don't change the subject here," Holly intervenes. "Your eyes are still gold, in a really freaky way."

"I suppose that's just a side-effect from when I neutralised the Tracker Jacker venom." Although I have to admit that this change of eye colour intrigues me just as much as it does Holly and Delancy.

"I've met plenty of people with Tracker Jacker stings back home, but none of them ever got gold eyes. Or were able to neutralise the venom," Delancy eyes me skeptically. Well, none of them were me either. More than likely, my rigorous Cult training was the key to my transformation and the vast reservoir of female ancestral memories that I now carry with me.

This springs up a new debate within me. Should I tell Holly and Delancy about my transformation? If I do, I have to come clean about my Cult background, but that could severely damage my reputation both in Panem and in Holly's eyes. She has come to know me as cocky, sarcastic Finn and not the highly-trained Cult member out to destroy the Capitol. No, I have to tell her! She deserves as much after all we've been through.

Besides, if the Gamemakers are still hellbent on killing me in the arena, I need to get the truth about my transformation to the Cult asap and the cameras broadcasting us 24/7 are the ideal way. As the first Reverend Mother since the Dark Days, if that really is what I am, I'm morally obliged to share this knowledge. Well, here goes nothing.

"I have a confession to make," I start. I observe Holly and Delancy closely as curiosity and suspicion flash across their faces.

"What is it, Finn?" Holly asks.

"I've not been entirely honest with you. You see, my family has been part of an underground religious society for...well...generations," and then some, "called the Cult."

"You're part of a cult?" she gasps.

"Please, let me finish. The Cult seeks to overthrow the Capitol and unite the districts," not entirely true, but I'll roll with it, "To do so, it trains its members extensively and pushes them to their limits, so that they are the ultimate fighting machine. They need to be such excellent fighters because, during each Hunger Games, the Cult sends in one of its own members. This year, it was my turn."

I let that sink in before I say anything else. Holly and Delancy process all the information I gave them, after which Delancy asks in a puzzled tone:

"So, how does that explain your golden eyes?"

"One of the many things the Cult taught me is extreme muscle and nerve control: I can control even the tiniest muscle in my body. This extreme control of my muscles and nerves allowed me to focus on the Tracker Jacker venom in my blood and neutralise it, which somehow also triggered something else. For another side-effect was that I experienced all the memories of all my female ancestors. Within those memories I found out what I have become: a Reverend Mother..."

"Don't you mean Reverend Father?" Holly interrupts. She has puckered her brow.

"No, 'Reverend Mother' is how the Bene Gesserit – the predecessor of the Cult – called Sisters, or Cult members if you will, who survived the Agony. I believe that the combination of the Tracker Jacker and Atlas moth venoms made me go through a similar Agony. So, now I'm able to access the memories of all my female ancestors."

"What. The. Fuuuuuck," Delancy whispers. She peers to Holly next to her, but she has her gaze locked on me. Her expression is blank.

"How do we know you're telling the truth? What if this is just another lie?" she asks after a long pause.

"Or if you've just gone insane?" Delancy adds for good measure. She sure has a great deal of trouble trusting me. What upsets me more, though, is that Holly has lost faith in me. Yet with all the knowledge at my disposal, I don't know how to win it back.

"I don't know how to prove I'm not lying, or insane, but I'm open to suggestions," I respond honestly. That takes them aback, probably because they expected another monologue from me. They purse their lips, think for a while and then Holly blurts out:

"Languages!"

"What?" Delancy and I ask simultaneously.

"Languages! If you can access the memories of all your female ancestors, you're bound to have loads of ancestors who speak different languages. Just say something in a dead language."

"If you insist..." I sigh. I close my eyes, steady my breathing and submerge myself in the endless ocean of memories within me. I carefully paddle through lives, skipping English-speaking ancestors. As it turns out, I have to paddle a very long way, centuries back even. Yet I manage to find something.

"Je pense, donc je suis," I murmur, mimicking the voice pattern of my French-speaking ancestor.

"What was that?" Holly asks.

"Je pense, donc je suis," I repeat louder this time. "It's French, said by some famous philosopher. It translates to 'I think, so I am'."

"Je pense, donc je suis," Holly repeats with a terrible accent, but then she snorts. "That's beautiful, really. I guess you're speaking the truth then. Alrighty, let's find some food and water because I'm starving after all this."

We get up, but I quickly slump back to the ground since my feet haven't been used in days. Holly swiftly comes to my aid, though, and supports me as we stumble out of this small forest within the Hunger Games arena. Back on the open plains and meadows, I try to stand on my own and after some awkward failed attempts, causing Holly and Delancy to roar with laughter, I manage to support my own weight.

While we stroll through the flowery meadows with fluttering butterflies, I start pointing out animals and plants, and naming them from my seemingly endless memory. The girls allow me to show off my newfound knowledge for about five minutes until they both tell me to "Cram it!"

However, I can't stop the flow of memories that continuously washes over me. Whenever something familiar pops up, my ancestors supply me with a memory in which they encountered it. This simultaneous stream of memories distracts me enough to make me bump against a tree, which, for the record, are few and far between on the plains. Again Holly and Delancy roar with laughter.

Eventually, we come across a pond. In fact, it's the first pond we've seen since the start of the Games; Holly and I have been drinking water from small creeks for the past week. We immediately bend down and gulp down handfuls of water. Once we've quenched our thirst, I observe the area around the pond.

"This seems like a good place to stay. Let's make camp here," I declare leaving no room for objections. Holly and Delancy decide to look for wood for a fire, which we can light now that the three remaining tributes sort of form a team, while I offer to fish.

"Fishing, you?" Holly scoffs.

"I'll have you know, my Native American ancestors lived off of the sea and fished for much larger prey than fish in a pond," I retort. Delancy rolls her eyes, but Holly just shakes her head chuckling.

I take off my black boots, pull up my khaki trousers and dip into the pond. I already find something edible near the bank: the seaweed I tasted at the edible plants and insects station. The seaweed makes me remember Vexare, the girl from 12 whose white blouse I ruined when I accidentally spilled seaweed on it. She died right before my eyes; a mutated wolf bit her. I blink the tears away that started to form and scoop up the seaweed.

As I scoop it up, I catch sight of my reflection in the water. By the Great Mother, my eyes! Holly and Delancy weren't kidding! I'm giving off bright light through my eyes, which are saturated with gold. However, I don't simply notice the golden colour. When I gaze into the bright luminescent pools of my eyes, I see history staring back at me. I suddenly feel a thousand years old.

I shake my head and wade further into the pond. Instructed by the memories of my Native American ancestors, I manage to snatch several fish from the water. Since my raven woollen cloak is tattered anyway, I knot it into a deep sling, attach it to my right arm and stock my fish in the bulge of the sling. I bet my mentor Anthony is so proud that I paid attention at the knotting station.

"Finn!" I hear Holly call. I glance at the bank, but I see Holly has her back turned to me. As a matter of fact, she doesn't look like she called out to me either; she's just collecting branches. Now that I think about it, that call also didn't sound like Holly at all.

"Finn," the voice calls again. It's a woman's voice that sounds sultry and educated. I hear it close by, but I can't seem to determine its point of origin.

That's because it's inside your head, the woman's voice grumbles. I stiffen and drop my arms to the side of my body, causing a fish or two to escape. I'm hearing voices. Am I sure I haven't gone insane? I think

You're not going insane, but if you continue to ignore me, you might, the woman snickers smugly inside my mind.

"Who are you and how did you get inside my head?" I ask slightly panicking.

My name is Embry Call and I believe that also answers the second part of your question, Embry responds complacently. Embry Call was the strongest of my Bene Gesserit ancestors. She was the one who ran with wolves, married who she wanted despite the Sisterhood's orders, gave birth to thirteen children and became a Reverend Mother.

Indeed, and it's that last fact that concerns you, Finn, Embry explains. I'm going to guide you and help you understand your new powers and abilities as a Reverend Mother.

I scoff. "Are you like my guardian angel? My conscience talking to me?"

Don't mock me, boy, she threatens. I'm the only one keeping the others at bay.

"The others?"

As soon as I ask that, I sense Embry's presence disappearing and new voices start talking. A lot of them. Hundreds upon hundreds of women start jabbering away in my mind and I feel like my head is about to explode, until they suddenly go quiet again.

Your other female ancestors who are all dying to tell you their life's story, Embry answers cynically. The aftermath of the Agony is a very confusing time for any Reverend Mother, so consider my guidance my gift to you as your distant grandmother.

"So hearing voices, not just yours, is normal for Reverend Mothers?" I ask anxiously. I don't think I could bear hearing some centuries-old mother chattering away in my head all day every day.

Yes, but the voices will mostly offer advice, she reassures me. Here's some for example: stop talking to yourself out loud, unless you want to convince miss Lesyk that you've gone insane.

"What?" I whirl around and peer at the bank, where I see Delancy stare at me. She quickly looks down when she notices my gaze. How did you know that? I think.

I've been observing everything through your eyes since you opened them. We all have, she adds darkly. Now, how were you able to unlock your Other Memory?

Other Memory?

Yes, that "vast reservoir of female ancestral memories" that you are now able to dip into for useful information. Though, I should warn you: if you venture too deep into your Other Memory, you could lose your own identity and drown.

Well, that's encouraging, I scoff mentally.

Other Memory is a valuable tool, but it should never be played with like a toy. As for my question... Embry pushes impatiently.

I'm not entirely sure how I unlocked my 'Other Memory'. I think it has something to do with the Tracker Jacker and Atlas moth venoms, but...

Yes, yes, poisons and venoms are a key element to the Agony, but what I really want to know is how you survived it?

Because I'm left-handed? I guess.

She snorts. Please, it takes more than the left-handed advantage to survive the Agony and you know it just as well as I do. No, something within your genes enabled you to become a Reverend Mother, which, as a man, you should never have been able to.

Why not? I ask, naive to the obvious reason why not.

Because men don't survive the Agony. Ever, she pauses, Unless...

I feel Embry's presence slipping away again and the voices breach through once more, but now they cheer in unison. The Bene Gesserit within me stir as they adopt the cheer one by one.

Kwisatz Haderach! Kwisatz Haderach! Kwisatz Haderach! Kwisatz Haderach!

Yet one shrill woman's voice yells above all the others:

Fools! He's a man who survived the Agony, but he can't access his male memory! He's an Abomination!

This sends a massive panic wave through my Other Memory. Chaos ensues within my mind.

Abomination! Abomination! Abomination! Abomination! the terrified Bene Gesserit Sisters shriek in my thoughts, overloading all my senses. Luckily, Embry's omnipotent presence resurfaces and the screeches die down.

I believe that concludes our introduction to Other Memory. Go on now, your friends are waiting, Embry spurs me on. I wade back to the bank of the pond with the fish in my cloak/sling and join Holly and Delancy around the fire they already started. They seem to be in a heated discussion, but they fall silent when I approach.

"Everything alright?" I ask as I sit down near the modest fire. Holly wants to speak, but Delancy beats her to it:

"Yup, all is right as rain."

Lie, Embry sneers. I don't let the two girls notice my distress over Embry's comment and simply show them the fish I caught, but mentally I'm bewildered.

What do you mean 'lie'? I ask suspiciously.

I was a Truthsayer when I was alive, she explains. I'm more accurate than a polygraph test and I'm telling you now, my dear descendant, that girl is lying through her teeth!

A.N: Thank you for your patience and your support! I hope you continue to read Finn's story because he's really one of my favourite main characters. I'll also try to update every week from now on, sometimes in collaboration with other authors. Anyway, if you enjoyed it, let me know in the comments; I read them all ;)

With love,

Enchantednuns xx