After this there shall be a prologue which should be or lead onto the first chapter of the sequel to Gnawing Hunger. I have no idea what to call it though, so when it goes up I'd love it if you could all help me out and come up with some good ideas for names so I can draft a poll and decide on a good name for a sequel!

Oh, and if you have no idea how I can do a sequel never fear because I already have evil scheming plotting in my brain, cunning and clever. I know what I'm going to do... kind of. Kara's basically going to become a mentor and teach tributes and I'm going to jolt up a bit of romance and drama and general hunger games fun!

In the end they had to prise me and my father apart. I smile meekly at the memory, I love him, I really do. But now isn't the time for me to be thinking about my father, now is the time for me to be thinking about myself. I read what I have written about each tribute, a miniscule strip of paper containing so much feeling and I gulp in air. What did I put again? I touch the paper and read them, one by one. For the victory tour, which will last several weeks, I will be forced to present feelings, messages to the families and districts of the tributes who died. I find it hard to inhale air as I look at what I have written. As asked I have made them quick, but I also have made them heartfelt. I look over them, scanning them with my eyes. I will say separate ones for each tribute on the victory tour, but when I'm in the Capitol I will have to talk about the other seven tributes who made it into the final eight alongside me.

These games have been some of the most eventful games in history and I am just going to say a few short words toward my fellow contestants who got so far, into the final eight, but didn't make it to where I am today. There are seven of them, but without four of the seven I wouldn't be standing where I am today.

I was there when Anvike Tall died and I knew he was determined to the last moment, he knew what he was up against and he was truly a contender, truly. He was a fighter, a real fighter, and if it wasn't for Precious I wouldn't be alive here today. I have his token here, his token, and I would like for it to go on Precious' grave because she really had no control on who she fell in love with and it really isn't her fault at all, for as I have learnt, the hunger games is really no place for love.

I thought Precious Good was a cruel and shallow career but I was so, so wrong. She was kind and merciful and we didn't just become allies when she spared my life, we almost became friends. In the final fight between us, Precious being the last contestant along with me, threw her knife aside to make it fair. If she hadn't she would have made it instead of me. She loved her family though and was trying desperately to get back, she loved her family so, so much and you remember that.

Now I feel that I have to say more than a few words for Dralakone Hurling, but I really don't know what to say. Dral was brave, kind and loving and he showed that in the arena with me, towards me. And when I said that I loved him I wasn't lying; I didn't love him for who he was in the games, I loved him for who he was as a person. In fact, I didn't just love him then, I still love him. Dral was and still is in my heart and should be in all of yours. What I did I had no idea about, no idea at all. I thought, well, you know what I thought. I didn't know it was Dral because if I did things would have gone differently, I can promise you that. And in the end, the very end, it was Dral, Dral was trying to protect me and he did, so thanks to Dralakone Hurling I am still alive today.

Now I better say about June, June Caper. As I held her in my arms as she died, ignoring the sword pointing at me, she pressed her district token into my hand, telling, asking me to give it to her parents and so I shall. It is rightfully theirs and is what June wanted, because June wasn't just independent and kind, she was a survivor and that's what really the hunger games is all about, surviving. And June made me survive, June made me win. She didn't just nurse my physical wounds, she saved my mental mind as well and I might have become mad if I hadn't been for her.

Vivian Hall, my maid, my friend, my half sister. She died, she died and I wasn't there. She has no-one in the world so I really shouldn't have to say this since she has no family, but I do have to, for myself and for Vivian. She was one of the kindest people I have ever met. Her heart was not made out of coal as it was portrayed, but gold. I never really understood her and I still don't but the one thing I know about her for sure is that she is my half sister and she didn't deserve to die as much as I do. She should have won, not me. She should have won.

I actually didn't see Rip Knead in the whole of the games but with his nine in training I was quite surprised. He got into the final three but I didn't see him, he was just there and then he wasn't. He did totally unsuspected things and I find myself wondering what he really was like. If I could go back and find out I would, but I can't. I can't go back and change things and if I could things might have turned out differently, but not so. I am your victor not the others and that is just how it is.

Alvin Smith just got into the final eight and to be totally honest I didn't know much about him and still don't. Except I know he must have been good, very good. He outlived three careers and a lot more tributes still. He could survive, that's what matters really, he could survive and he did and in the end it wasn't the end of a tribute's sword that got him, it was a flood, a Gamemaker trap.

These were the people, children, I was competing against and now it's over, it's over until next year. But none of these had any dishonour, not a single one. So I want all of you to keep fond pictures of these people in your hearts and know that every single one of them went down fighting.

I bite back tears as I read it in my head. The last sentence echoes around my head, chilling my bones. Every single one of them went down fighting. Every single one of them went down fighting. Every single one of them went down fighting.

I hear a knock on the door and nod, it's time for me to go out and face the audience. I close my eyes shut and then open them again, my face one of sheer determination and strength. The Capitol will try to control me, model me. I know, I know. But I know something else, I'm not the type of person that can be modelled easily without trouble and believe me when I say there will be trouble if they try anything, anything at all. I will not become another Finnick Odair, I will not bend down to their will and I will NOT sit by and watch my loved ones die, powerless to stop them as I was with Vivian in the arena. Every single one of them went down fighting and so shall I.

And that is the end of Gnawing Hunger! I think I've agreed with myself that a sequel should really happen so I think that the epilogue next will also be the prologue in my sequel, with a name which is yet to be decided on. I'll ask about it as soon as the epilogue is up! An A/N will go with it too so thank you everyone for putting up with me since Gnawing Hunger is over! D=