So, thinking about writing a sequel. I'll leave a little cliffie at the and of this, and you guys can comment if you'd think another one would be cool

Love you guys, and thanks for reading all the way through!

Love, Zeiddo

Epilogue:

It had been almost a year since my games. Almost a year since the deaths of everyone I had cared about. The president had been true to his word; my family had died before I had got back. An explosion had taken my house, and it had been blamed on a gas leak. Ha. As is we had had enough gas to leak. I looked over the burnt remains and felt a lump form in my throat. This was the first time I had been here since it had happened, and I felt memories of my family coming back to me. My father, supporting and comforting. My mother, sweet and caring. My sister- my best friend and ally and perhaps the one who I wished back most often, and my little innocent brother. Lladner had been 11. Just a child.

In the past year, and I had a lot of anger. The other tributes had come to visit me; Woof was pleasant enough, Chintz had just popped by once to borrow something, but Rayon was the most frequent visitor. He had started to make me come out of my house and start talking to people, though I didn't speak much anymore.

I turned around and started walking towards my house, down the street, ignoring everyone around me. I had had a lot of time to think, and draw up conclusions and direct my anger. I had been livid at the president at first, blaming everything on him, but had reached the conclusion there was no point being mad at him. He was impersonal, not malicious and almost just doing his job. I couldn't really blame him for that, and besides there was someone much more satisfying to hate.

Lori. It was easy once I figured it out. This was all her fault. If she had not told the peacekeepers, out of spite, that Adron was breaking the rules, then the President would never had made sure that our names were picked. She had done what she had done out of pure hate; pure selfishness and deserved my hate. what goes around comes around, and I was going to make sure something came round to her.

I reached the Victor's Villiage and entered my house, locking the door behind me and heading upstiars to my office.

Today I had settled it in my mind. I picked up the letter on my desk. It had been sitting there for months, pre-written and waiting to be adressed. I picked it up and started scrawling the adress I had memorized.

President J. Star,
001 Tribute Square,
The Capitol,
Panem,
CA1 5CN

c/o Miss Jolissa Jade,
7 Victor's Village,
District 8,
Panem,
D87 4NS

I didn't know if it would reach him, or whether i wasnted it to reach him. I did. I closed my eyes and though of my request. It would be revenge. Payback. The way it should be. I wasn't sure if I was going insane or not, but that didn't matter. Especially if this worked.

Epilogue 2(after maybe sequel):

After my second year of Hunger games, I started to recover.

I married Rayon. He ended up being there for me, and though for the first 5 years I was horrible to him, rejecting him and going around with other guys, he was always there. I think he understood. He understood- maybe not all of what I was going through, because he still has his family, but he understood my guilt and pain. I was scared that if the President found out I like Rayon, he would get rid of Rayon as well. It was only after he died, after the second Quarter Quell, that I finally let him in.

That year was a nightmare of training. I went with Woof and Rayon; it was Chintz's turn to stay behind- and training 4 kids to die instead of two was even more draining than usual. Chintz, I was afraid to say, was right- after years of every tribute dying on you, it's not very easy to get worked up and train them right.

After I let him in, it became a lot easier. I never forget my family, but with Rayon, well, he helped my start again with a new family.

The 10th anniversary of my games, as always during the half way point between the games, I was required to go back and visit the Arena, which had been set up as a tourism attraction. It was sick, seeing what they had done with it- there was now the 'lovers grotto' where couples could go and cuddle where Adron and Cadalyn did, there was climbing games and bombing games, and places where you could re-enact the daring deeds the tributes did. They made watch Capitol actors re-do all my major scenes- the bit at the Cornucopia, the first campout with me almost falling into the leeches, me and Adron bombing the Career's camp, me trying to save the two boy and getting shot, and the last scene, me jumping into the water to retrieve the District 1 boy's body.

I had seen the District 1's family on my victory tour- I thing I do not like to remember- and they had looked at me sadly. He father looked exactly like him, height and everything, and it was something I would never forget.

I cried that night, while I was cuddled up to Rayon.

I asked him how he had managed it, and he told me the story of his games.

He wasn't the most honorable victor- actually he had betrayed one of his allies in the end, leaving her trapped for the bat-mutts to find.

"I'll forever regret it." He told me, eyes wide, staring into the dark.

I just snuggled him closer.

"It's not your fault." I had told him. "It's the capitol. Their games."

He had shaken his head, and said no more.

We got married that summer, after 7 years. He had not wanted to wait that long, but I was nervous about committing. I was afraid I would lose him.

That year, we had our newest victor join us- Cecelia, winner of the 56th annual Hunger games. She was a fierce one, but I knew no-one could come from the games unharmed, and so I found myself talking to her, comforting her. She eventually opened up to me and I got a new best friend. She got married, like me to a lovely young boy a few years older than her.

More years passed, and the 60th hunger games went by. I got on with life, training tributes, and arguing and making it up with Rayon. Chintz was getting older, ad Woof was practically retired.

It was the 67th hunger games when I found out I was pregnant. I was 37 then, and not expecting to be expecting at all. Cecelia was thrilled, and excited, telling me she was going to have kids too now. I wasn't sure I wanted kids- kids to grow up and have to go into the games- but I wasn't going to kill them, and Rayon seemed just as excited as Cecelia.

I gave birth to twins- a boy and a girl. I cried when I held them, and I named the boy Adron. I had to- he looked just like my brother, except he had Rayon's hair and golden eyes.

The girl looked a bit like me, and Rayon named her Kenna. He wouldn't tell me why, but I suspected it was the girl who he had left behind in the games.

Cecelia got pregnant after me, and when my children were about a year old, she had her first.

She went on to have two more kids, and by the 70th hunger games, they were fine, strong and healthy.

Then came the 74th hunger games, with Katniss Everdeen and Peter Mallark. They both won that year, and I could not help hoping that that was a sign, that we were not going to play by the Capitol's rules anymore, though I creid at the thought of two tributed making it out alive. I admired their bravery, and wondered I I could have done the same. Maybe me and ADron could have both made it.

I could tell the people in my District felt it too- there were signs. When they came around on the Victory tour, we could not help but feel it. I knew, if anyone was going to make up for my mistakes that lead to the strict, harsh lifestyle that was life in District 8, it was the mockingjay.

When the Third quarter Quell was announced, me and Cecelia met up and cried.

We both knew one of us was going to leave our children. I couldn't ask her to volunteer, and she didn't for me.

Then the news reached us. It was from the other victors, and from District 13. I had hoped District 13 was alive, and I had heard rumors- some of our people had even ran away there, but I had never dared dream it was possible.

It told us that if we were picked, to protect Katniss.

There was a plan- a plan to break out of the arena. If we weren't picked, sit tight and wait- and make sure to be ready to fight.

I agreed, and so did Cecelia. We both promised each other to take care of the other's kids if we didn't make it back.

Cecelia was picked in the end, and it make me cry, seeing her children crowd round her and beg her to come back. I wanted to free her from the pain, but my twins were holding tightly onto my hand, and I knew I could not abandon them.

It was sad she died- horrible for her kids, because they managed it- to break out, and the rebellion started in our District.

We won, in the end.

Though the Captiol has fallen, I will never forget what it made me do. Who it killed. They have gone but my memories remain, and my family remain too. I will fight for their future.