A set of parents cry in each other's arms. Once again, District Five will have to bury two of their children in the Tribute graveyard. We're now up to one-hundred and fifty graves with only four vacant in our district, which makes it a total of eighteen-hundred in Panem.

In the arena only District Twelve and Cato remain.

After a long night of listening to Cato's screams as mutts designed to look like the other tributes rips him apart finally ends.

"They won," says Elian slightly cheerful.

"Not yet," says Father. "There's no way they'll let the two of them be victors."

Just like he said and as I thought since the start of the announcement, Claudius Templesmith's voice comes over the TV stating that the revision has been revoked.

Peeta rises from the ground, knife in hand and Falon gasps, "He can't!"

But no sooner does she say this then he throws it away. Katniss drops her weapons as well. It was only natural for her to lift them. As Peeta rips away the bandages saving his life I prepare myself for the worst. That boy really does love her.

"No, I won't let you."

My head snaps down to her hand where she has the pouch of nightlock. Peeta releases his grip on her hand and she fills both of their hands with the deadly berry.

"On the count of three?" says Katniss.

"That girl means to do it," says Father starring at the screen wide eyed.

The pair turn back to back hands clasped. "One."

This is a direct challenge to the Capitol.

"Two."

There will be no escaping punishment. Everyone is seeing this.

"Three."

Everyone is seeing this.

"Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you- the tributes of District Twelve!"

The only sound I register in that moment is my father's laughter. "Falon, you would've loved this."

Almost eighteen years to the date of my mother's death, the spark she so carefully prepared for has ignited. The tributes from District Twelve have made it out of the arena alive and on their terms.

The work begins immediately after the games. Talk of rebellion rises again in the district, but all of us that know about 13 are quieting them down. It's not because we don't want them to rebel, it's because of Rule #1 in Mother's instruction manual on how to run a rebellion.

Never do anything stupid before a Quell. They'll send the victors back into the arena.

Believe me when I say I never laughed so hard in my life when I discovered that book. Inside it details how the Capitol operates, mind-games, and where to find all of her supply stashes. Quad Brace and Cassie have been the ones to protect that book and are now more than ready for a little action.

The two victors are paraded into our district. Rotor and Father will make the same nonexistent attempt they would any year that the Victor is brought through. On the TVs in the plant we can watch Mayor Peeks give a speech in their honor that is void of any excitement. When Katniss and Peeta, mostly Peeta, give their thank you speeches they are equally as ridged. There have never been any personal additions, not even in the district of her ally. But something about the video suggests there was some editing done.

Aron and I look up briefly from our work when Katniss and Peeta are shown the control room, but nothing more than an acknowledgement that they are there. A pair of officials does a sweep of the room and I know they're watching some of us in particular.

That evening my family and I eat our usual scanty meal while the big dinner at the Justice Building goes on. Not one Victor has attended the dinners in their district, another sign that something is up. Only Rotor and his family get to attend out of the Welkins and that is only because of his relation to the mayor. For the rest of us, we stay home.

Later that night Katniss and Peeta are on a train bound for District Four while the adults in our family meet up.

"She's losing weight," says Evy. "She doesn't have that much on her to begin with."

"Who does?" asks Heather. "So obviously she's stressed out about something enough to lose her appetite."

"Not to mention excessively mushy," Rotor adds. "It was enough to lose my appetite."

Lilac turns to him, "You got to admit it was cute watching them try to sneak away to be alone."

"What sneaking is needed?" Rotor retorts loudly. "They get to ride a train together without cameras at night. So… The romance, that's how Snow is trying to defuse her. Trying to show the districts what they did was nothing more than what it appeared to be."

"Now you're starting to sound like Boron," teases Aron.

Rotor gets an impish look on his face, "Just because our dear older brother voices his thoughts all the time doesn't make him the only genius in the family."

Father chuckles softly.

I open my mouth to retort, but instead decide against it. To do so would make my brother right. But this only sends the room into a fit laughter.

"I have a theory," says Father. "What the girl did was on pure spunk alone. She never meant to challenge the Capitol the way she did. Otherwise we wouldn't be getting such a touching display of affection. We should assume that her sister or someone else is being used as a hostage."

"The recap is on," Falon shouts to us and we all come back inside.

Now to see how well our performance went. We point out things on how well the district did or didn't do. We're not shouting their names, pressing against the Peacekeepers, or anything that they pulled in Eight. Instead we do the same thing we have every year. Our family doesn't push for front row seats, but rather coolly cheer when appropriate despite wanting to shout out their names. Everything must appear as it has always been.

A few days later and I'm on another conference call with Rook discussing preparations.

"No, you did well," says Rook. "Snow doesn't suspect a problem from your district. Eleven, Eight, Seven and Four on the other hand… Let's just say the Peacekeeping force is being spread out."

"Seven?" I ask. "They didn't appear out of the ordinary."

"Since the lovebirds left they've been a bit rowdy. So remember, just because his attention is focus is turned elsewhere at the moment that he isn't keeping a careful eye on your district. Weary and down trot. That's the appearance you have to keep up. And no fighting until everyone else is in."

Something about this doesn't sit right with me, "You want District Five the last ones in the fight?"

"Not quite the last," says Rook. "Your district is small, but after Two you are going to be the best equipped. When your district joins, you have to take over swiftly and with as little resistance as possible."

"Pull a Johanna Mason," I sigh.

Rook nods, "Now you got it. Small, weak, but then the powerhouse."

"We already are," I huff in mock defensiveness. "So what's going to happen to the lovebirds?"

"New Head Peacekeeper for starters. He'll arrive after the media leaves their district. Snow handpicked him for the job. He's going to do what he did with Thora. Turn their district against them. It'll affect her more than him though. Snow made a personal visit to her home before the tour to make sure she plays nicely. Her best friend's life is at stake."

"And the district's aren't helping," I sigh.

"Spoken like a true child of Falon Dawnson," says Rook.

He must see my confusion because he adds, "There was a side to your mother I hope you never learn about. Had she been born in the Capitol, she would've been a Gamemaker for sure."

"Never," I growl.

Rook sighs, "You really know nothing. Some Gamemakers join for the honor and their vision for the games. But others, others like Alton Scaler have the kindness trained out of them until they are nothing more than a computer programmed to kill. And yes, that's Scaler as in the brother your teacher never found out what happened to him. He died one of the most successful technicians the games have ever seen."

There's a knock on the door on my end signaling I need to get off.

"Problem on this end, got to go," I say.

"Remember, lay low until the right moment."