Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.

Note: Cecelia, another canon and our starring women to close out the sixth decade of the Games. Little is known about her, save the fact she had a family and how even Effie – by that point still not a rebel by any means – felt genuinely bad for her being reaped. So, per the norm it's a case of another character I feel was underutilised and of canon giving me plenty to work with and making a chapter out of. Enjoy!

"You know what makes me feel awful when I look at her face?" Katniss began. "Even now I have no idea if her children are still alive."

"I sure hope they are. They couldn't have even been reaping age," Peeta tensed up for a moment, shaking a little. "The Hunger Games ended and we're not at war anymore, real or not real?"

"Real. We won, Peeta. We survived," Katniss gently took Peeta in for a hug. "…Sadly, Cecelia didn't. She seemed really nice."

"She did. You know, I never saw a rerun of her Games, but… I have this vague memory of them. Well, it might be them?" Peeta paused, thoughtful. "I recall a swamp and fire… lots and lots of fire. Was that her Games? What's fire got to do with a motherly women like Cecelia?"

"I can't say I know," Katniss replied. "But you must be right, they were her Games."

"How so?" Peeta asked.

"Because I have the same vague memory," Katniss said.

The pair went silent, paying their respects to the last victor of District Eight.

60th Annual Hunger Games

Name: Cecelia Mog

Gender: Female

District: 8

Age: 18

Kills: 8

[Extract from the journal of Twylia Knuff, one of the orphans from the care home Cecelia grew up in.]

The reaping happened and I survived another year. Just three more reapings to go and… I don't know, exactly, but at least I won't have to go into the arena.

Everybody's been quiet since we got back to the care home. Even the adults aren't saying much of anything. Everybody's just sitting around, all lifeless and sad. Nobody's even started to pick at their bread and normally everybody does that. Reaping day is the only time we ever get fresh bread no matter what.

I guess it makes sense why everybody is so upset. They picked Cecelia to go into the Games.

I think I might be the only one who didn't cry. Maybe I just don't have any tears left in me anymore. Maybe it's for the best. Without Cecelia here who would dry them away? She's practically a parent to the rest of us. If we get hurt or scared she's always the first one there. The adults all rely on her to keep the peace even though she's technically a kid like us. For the first time since I can remember there was no story telling tonight.

The adults weren't going to do it. They never cared to do what they could just leave to Cecelia. Things like being there for us, escorting us to and from school, taking any hits that would've gone to us, making sure we had somewhere close to enough to eat… she's only three years older than I am, but she's exactly what I think a mom is like.

The worst part was saying goodbye to her. Cecelia didn't cry. She didn't even sniffle. She was smiling when we went to visit her in the judgement building and she was still smiling even when they loaded her onto the train. I wonder if she was still smiling after that… did she cry? I would've cried if it was me who got reaped. Only one girl from Eight ever made it home from the Hunger Games and that was thirty years ago.

I can't forget the last thing she said to us, after she spent most of the visiting hour trying to calm us all down. She told us to always keep on loving each other and as many other people as we could. She told us what she always told us from the start… how there's nothing better in this world than love.

I think I need to cry now, I'll stop here. I hope she'll be alright. I don't want to imagine how terrible things will be without mama Cecelia.

[Page 1 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter]

Dear Gwenith, my closest friend.

One week. That's how long they gave me to hang on in there until cancer takes me away. Maybe less, maybe more. All I know is that, with what time I have left, I need to get everything written down before my knowledge dies with me. I think that's what they're planning, actually. I know for a fact Boulder once had traces of cancer developing and they cured it in a day or two. No such luck for the first victor, the one they know has always opposed them.

That's alright. I've made my peace with it. Honestly, I'm ready to see my parents again and all those other children who died in that meadow. Maybe Sophie will remember me. Maybe Kai might forgive me. Maybe Petra won't feel too hurt it was me that lived and not her.

That's just a lot of maybes. I need to focus on the facts. As I write this it's been a month since Cecelia joined the line-up of victors, and the career districts are getting restless. I think Olga and Bronze might actually start killing people if their desperation for more victors doesn't get fixed. Is it our fault that Two has had a plague going on or that One's training academy never focuses on survival skills and helping their tributes recognise their own flaws? No, but we'll surely be paying the price for it in the next decade. Please, all of you do whatever you can for the tributes from our home.

If all goes well then we won't need to be mentors for much longer. Maybe a few decades? Thirteen thinks they'll be ready to start the next rebellion by the time of the Eighty Fifth Games. They just need a person, a victor perhaps, who can 'spark' the rebellion. For the love of all that is good in this world, what little there is, find this spark.

[Extract from the journal of Button Pridham, one of the orphans from the care home Cecelia grew up in.]

Cecelia is going to win! You hear me journal? You hear me Panem? Cecelia is gonna win and come home, then we'll all be happy and it'll be a total party! She's going awesomely and she's only gonna get even more incredibly super awesome, just watch it happen!

Cecelia said she was gonna make it back home and for us to keep loving each other. Well, I did what she said and she's keeping her promise too, uh huh! At the tribute parade they dressed her up like some kind of sock queen and she even had a sceptre. She looked so cool! All of us were cheering when she waved that thing around and got Caesar's attention on herself. The adults think she didn't do so well, but they're just stupid. Mama Cecelia was the star!

I just wish she hadn't looked right at the camera and made a 'royal decree' for us to be in bed by ten and to brush our teeth. That was totally lame!

It's okay though, because mama Cecelia is still the bestest girl the care home has ever had, literally ever! We didn't see what she did in training – we even asked really nicely but the adults said such things don't get shown and that we had to shut up. Lamers! – but the scores came out a few days ago. She scored a nine! You should have seen it, we were all cheering and Caesar looked so impressed, yeah!

I can't wait for the Games to start. The sooner they start the sooner Cecelia will come home. Maybe… maybe she'll get back faster than that boy from Six did. Chassis? He was fast, but Cecelia is soooooo much faster! She even said so in her interview. She said she's the fastest runner in Eight and she has to be to keep up with all of us orphans… especially me. Heehee, guilty!

I can't sleep. How can I? I keep thinking about what Cecelia said in her interview. How much she misses all of us, how she'd have volunteered for any of the girls among us, how she'll let all of us stay in her fancy home in the victor village once she wins… she's so awesome! Mama Cecelia is the bestest tribute, and victor, ever!

But, there's one little thing I don't get. Cecelia was twitching a bit during her interview and muttering a little. She never does that when she's in the care home. What's got her doing that?

…I guess she just really misses us! Good thing she'll be home soon!

[Page 2 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter]

Thirteen has been stockpiling weapons, they claim so at least. Hovercrafts, bombs, hacking devices, all kinds of guns… things worse than anything a victor has used in the arena. Enough to gear up an army, which is just as well as that's kind of the whole point. A war will be coming, and you'll need to be ready, both to keep yourself safe once it begins and to start picking up the pieces once it's over.

The districts are the key. You'll need all of them on your side to be able to beat the Capitol. Not some of them, not most of them, all of them. That includes One and Two. I'll confess, I'm not sure how to swing them both over to our side, but perhaps appealing to their less patriotic victors would be a good starting point. Same case for highlighting how they've not won in quite a stretch of time, even with the career academies the 'generous Capitol' gives them. I'll highlight who you should speak to later in my letter.

Within the Capitol you'll find rebel members at MV. Crown and Harp have catered to them for years now and have a whole backlog of rebellious plans hidden in a secret room under the crawl space beneath the basement. Password to see the backlog is 'Ayug Batzu'… I don't know what it means either, but maybe the point is that it means nothing? Network there and see if you can disrupt the Capitol from within. Even the odd traffic jam or public nuisance here and there would be useful. Anything to distract and delay them in their next cruel tactics.

[Extract from the journal of Catrice Walsh, one of the orphans from the care home Cecelia grew up in.]

I can't sleep. How could I possibly sleep after being forced to watch the cornucopia bloodbath? I can't get those horrible screams out of my head. I just can't.

Normally Cecelia would be here to calm us down and help us settle down when we're scared, but… we'll have to do it on our own now until she comes back. If she comes back… now that nine tributes are dead it's really hitting me that Cecelia might not make it home.

Mama Cecelia might die.

She didn't leave the bloodbath unscathed either. The boy from Six tried to take all the food and water she'd managed to grab. He took some of it and a punch right to his throat, but Cecelia took a knife to her hip. We were all screaming and crying, maybe even louder than Cecelia was. But mama Cecelia is made of tough stuff. She didn't cry, she just ran for her life off into the arena.

It's a swamp this year. The whole place looks like a dead rat's corpse down in the sewer that got turned into an arena – it's gross! Mud and swamp water that looks like vomit, gnarled trees, really thick and greasy mushes, sweltering sunshine in the day and really cold nights… I sure hope Cecelia will be alright. I think Caesar said something about infection being a real risk this year.

We're supposed to be asleep, but most of us are still awake. If we don't watch over Cecelia then who will? She's managed to find a hollowed out burrow under a tree. It hurts, watching her shivering in the cold with a hand pressed over her stab wound. She forces a smile, maybe for our sake, but it's so oblivious that she's in terrible pain.

The worst part, as I sit here watching and writing, is how they keep showing highlights of the bloodbath. It's not just Cecelia being stabbed that we're forced to watch. Nasty as it is, it seems mama Cecelia got off easy compared to some of the others. The boy who they reaped to go with her, Bobbin, had his head chopped off. Three among us vomited when that happened.

I feel sick just thinking about it. I wish she was back here to give me a hug. I need Cecelia more than ever. We can't do this without her! We can't face Panem without Cecelia! What if she ends up with her throat slit like the little girl from Five? What if she ends up like the boy from Six, neck snapped by the boy from One after Cecelia was done with him? What if she's held under the nasty swamp water and drowned like the boy from Twelve?

I shouldn't think about such things. It'll only give me worse nightmares and leave me too tired to do anything tomorrow. I need to be strong for Cecelia. She's clearly able to stay strong. She just got up and has started to wander through the dark swamp. Where could she be going?

Containing an hour later. I'm confused… Cecelia is acting strangely; is this because she's so scared? I've heard fear does weird things to people… but why Cecelia? She's so strong, she always has been! So, how come she's wandering around in a trance and making weird… balls, I think? She keeps using twigs, dry leaves and some kind of sap to make lots of balls, placing them around mindlessly.

What's happening to mama Cecelia? Why do the adults keep whispering and grimacing? What aren't they telling us?

[Page 3 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter]

We have had sixty victors since the Dark Days. Some have departed, but that still leaves dozens, some more able – or even willing – to help the cause than others. I'll highlight who is worth your precious time, or not, in each district. Don't worry about Thirteen just yet, the backlog will tell you all about that.

In One you can trust Crown with your life. He hates the Capitol and especially hates Bronze; he's our ride or die. Platinum isn't an active rebel, but she'd help keep you safe if asked. You can normally find her at MV between 12AM and 2AM. Peridot isn't exactly Pro-Games by any means, but she is pro-One and won't do anything if it might harm One. I'd suggest leaving her out of this unless the rebellion is clearly winning. Bronze is self-explanatory, don't go near him. Indeed, if you can manage it… see if you can find a way for Crown and Crimson to take him out. Cruel maybe, but so is the fact he started the victor prostitution ring. As for Dollar, she only cares for keeping zombies out of Panem. She won't be of any help.

In Two it goes without saying that Olga is our enemy here. She's doubting the Capitol a little more now, but she'd hand us over the second she knew something was up. Likewise, don't let Boulder, Dragon or Brutus know anything. Baron and Runa can be told anything and can keep a secret, but they feel too old to be able to really rebel anymore. Rhyder says he'll do anything his parents can't. Mercy will fight to protect children… basically, consider her on your side. Lyme is also trustworthy; she wants Olga's academy is burn. The real issue is the people of Two; over 90% are pro-Games and pro-Capitol.

In Three the only one to watch is Yohan. He's stopped caring about anything and reacts to company with hostility and anger. Best to leave him alone. Honorius has been with us for years and that still holds true now. Beetee and Wiress are similarly rock solid allies. Beetee is an expert at anything with hacking, we need him alive to win.

In Four you can forget about Anchor. He loves the Capitol with all his heart. Tide can't be trusted either, she's loyal only to money and gambling. Librae is sympathetic, but she says she's got some 'personal mission' next year. One she doesn't know if she will survive. If whatever that is turns out alright, recruit her. Mags is willing to fight for us to her last breathe. Museida is the same, but sadly he can't do so much after he went blind two years back. Take good care of him, alright?

In Five Neon is right out. He can't stand being near girls and he's always either drunk or high. He won't be any use. As much as I like her, Aredellian isn't mentally stable enough to be trusted with any rebellious plans or information. Wattzon hates Snow and his regime, but he has friend sin the Capitol who are by no means rebels. Best not to give him vital info. Porter is up for anything, no matter how dangerous, and Crimson… like I said, victor prostitution was started by Bronze and aided by Snow. She's suffered the worst of all of us. She's a major ally.

In Six I'd be hesitant to call any of the trio rebellious leaders. Chassis has never been able to be serious enough, Bentley's often high and dealing with depression and Porsche… well, you know how she is. Drugged up, withdrawn and sometimes streaking. I'm sympathetic, but I'd suggest for now leaving them out. If they can recover from their drug addictions then discard what I said and bring them in.

[Extract from the journal of Byran Shwartz, one of the orphans from the care home Cecelia grew up in.]

I've known Cecelia all my life. Sometimes I can remember flickers of a time long ago, when I was just three years old and she was six. She'd always give me an extra slice of bread that, really, should have been hers. She was always so kind and selfless.

Now I'm fifteen and she's eighteen… and she's not acting anything like I've seen in all the time I've known her. I can't say I've never forgotten things, but… I think I'd remember her acting like this. She's twitching, she keeps muttering under her breath too quiet for the cameras to understand and she's still setting down those 'balls'.

Are they traps? Even Caesar and Claudius don't seem to know. They think the stress of the arena and being away from her loved ones is causing her to fall into insanity. I'm starting to think they might be right.

It's the sixth day in the swampland arena as I write this, seated in the canteen at school with the Games playing on a TV the Capitol bought in for us. We don't get any food if we don't watch the Games. She's wandering along to where the sun is shining brightest. I'm no expert, but it probably smells awful. Flies buzz throughout the air and some parts of the grass lightly smoke under the heat.

Cecelia doesn't pay it any mind. She doesn't seem to know what's going on as she staggers through the sweltering field, sipping from one of her last few bottles of water. I hope it lasts her to the end. It's her against nine other tributes, some of them small but most of them big. It was eleven, but the careers found the pair from Seven last night.

…The bell for class rang half an hour ago, but nobody moved to leave the canteen. The teachers didn't either. How could any of us move when we just saw Cecelia make her move? Even as I write this down I still have no idea what just happened.

There's fire everywhere! One moment Cecelia was watching the sunny, scorching sky and holding up a hand to feel the wind. The next moment she used a lighter she found at the cornucopia to ignite a patch of dried grass.

It wasn't long after that when the whole field started to set ablaze bit by bit. Cecelia didn't panic or even cry. She laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed. It was so unlike the motherly figure we've all known for so long.

Then she used a pair of branches wrapped in reeds to spread the fire into the overgrowth of the swamp. She stopped laughing and began to cackle like a maniac. I wasn't the only one wondering if a mutt hadn't somehow replaced Cecelia when we weren't looking.

Ever since mama Cecelia went bonkers the entire swamp has become a land of fire. The flames keep spreading between the trees and thick grass faster than I knew fire could move. Caesar claimed that by midnight over seventy percent of the arena is going to be ablaze! Those balls Cecelia kept laying down, they were fire bombs. They keep spreading the fire faster than it already was.

How did Cecelia know how to make them? How did she start off this inferno like it was nothing? Was I just too childish to see something obvious?

Maybe I'll just ask her when she gets home. Four tributes, including a career, have already been lost in the flames. Just four left… it's horrible, but if it brings Cecelia home… it'll all be ok, won't it?

[Page 4 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter]

In Seven you can always count on Pliny. She's underestimated a lot and often overhears valuable info. I've known her practically all my life, she's with us. Fir isn't very serious most of the time, aside where it counts. Her big heart. Trust her with your life. Jack's criminal habits make me hesitate to trust him, but he's got some good contacts in the criminal underground we could make use of… tread carefully and negotiate well. Snag's all about his family, but anything you have that could aid his wife and daughters would surely get him ready to get in the thick of things. Blight's professed to me multiple times he's fine to die if it means bringing Snow down, so consider him solid too.

In eight Woof… I don't know. He doesn't talk much and what he did is still hard to forget, but I think he wants to try and make up for it. It's your call. Paige is with us to the ends of the Earth. Tag's loyal to us as well and he's a force to unite Eight and Ten – tell him I said he should ask Lammy to marry him sometime soon – but… it may just be me, but I swear he's hiding something. I doubt it's anything bad, but just watch him. Cecelia, it's too early to tell how much we can trust her and what she can be trusted with, exactly, but she's not dangerous.

You know Nine just as well as I do, so I'll keep it brief. Teff's a-given and Laurel… she was always like a daughter to me. They're both precious to our cause. DO NOT TRUST TABBOCK.

In Ten Stallion can be trusted, but just be aware he still has issues with germs. It might limit what he can do in the long term. Lammy is always with us and will be vital in bringing Ten and Eight together with haste. Pasture, I have no clue at all. I'm leaving that one to you. How much would you trust a hillbilly who fights with a shoe with a rebellion?

In Eleven… I'm so proud of the man Bear has become. He'll guard you with his life. I think you know how much he cares for you, and you know what? I think you care for him as well. All the best for you both. Seeder and Chaff, like others, are willing to die if it means ensuring Snow is killed. Just be aware that Chaff should not be involved in rebel talks while he is drunk, just as a precaution.

As for Twelve, Haymitch came to me during the previous Games and said that, when I'm gone, he's willing to bare the weight of the rebellion on his shoulders and lead the charge. Obviously he's to be counted on. I told him his offer was appreciated and that in most cases I'd have considered it.

I had to decline and say he's one of the most vital heads of our cause. Why? Well Gwenith… I want you to be the leader of the Second Rebellion. Not Plutarch, not Coin, I want it to you. A golden hearted woman able to lead from the shadows and not be tempted nor distracted by power and revenge.

[Extract from the journal of Kelsi Zun, one of the orphans from the care home Cecelia grew up in.]

I don't know what's going on anymore. What's happened to mama Cecelia? She's gone crazy! She keeps running amok through the burning swamp, laughing and whooping like some kind of clown. That's not the girl whose been like a mother to me… is she? I still love her, all of us do without question, but why is she acting this way?

Maybe the Capitol did something to her before the Games started? Yeah, that would make sense. Maybe she told them off for how they kept cutting off our rations in Eight and wouldn't stop whipping people for no reason. Cecelia sure told 'em I bet!

But still, I don't like what I'm seeing here. Two more tributes were burnt to death in the fire. It's down to Cecelia, the boy from One and the girl from Six. I don't think the latter two are going to last much longer. The boy from One is burnt all over and missing all his hair, while the mechanic girl is trapped by the fire on all sides. I don't think I can watch what'll surely happen to her now.

I had to stop for a bit to throw up. The girl from Six is dead, she stabbed herself before the fire could close in on her. Now it's just Cecelia and the last career. He's stumbling through the burning marshes, trying to stay ahead of the fire and find Cecelia. Everybody's cheering for Cecelia, urging her to stay out of the boy's way.

He spots her at the top of a cliff. It's amazing how strong that boy is, managing to haul his burning body to the top of the cliff while Cecelia dances around under the falling ash and embers, laughing and whooping. Does she not even see the boy?!

She did. She sent a kick right into his face as soon as he started to pull himself up. I didn't watch as he fell down into the fire. I only watched Cecelia continued her crazy dancing. She's got some serious rhythm.

Not just that, but she's coming home!

Everybody in the care home and all across the district is cheering, screaming in delight. It's making my ears throb a bit and making it hard to hold this pencil, but I can't help giggling and smiling as well. Mama Cecelia is coming home, safe and sound. I just knew she could do it!

It takes a while for the hovercraft to collect her. She's still laughing and dancing around like a maniac… maybe she's just happy to be going home.

The cameras show a final shot of the arena, by now almost entirely on fire. It's like looking into hell itself. Most of us are just glad Cecelia is out of there, but the adults seem a little wary. I hear one of them wondering if Cecelia might be dangerous. They use some word I don't recognise.

What's a pyromaniac? I sure hope it's not as bad as those Peacekeeper Pirates the adults have been talking about. One of them said even the local peacekeepers are getting worried for their friends in Four. If Cecelia was here then she could protect us from them, I just know it!

[Page 5 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter]

There are a great many things I want to say to you, Gwenith. But, time is running short and it's getting hard to keep holding the pen I'm writing with. Already the letter thus far has taken over two hours. But, I'll do my best to get the important stuff written down.

I know you might not see yourself as a leader, let alone one of the rebellion. I remember all those years ago when Teff won the Games you felt flustered at being the leader & chaperone of her hover ball team. The thing is, that's the point. You don't desire power nor status of any sort. That makes you the perfect person to lead the rebellion, and lead it from the shadows. Let people like Plutarch and Coin work out the battles and the 'big picture' sorts of things. You focus on keeping people alive, providing comfort and care to the distressed and wounded. You plan out how we can rebuild after the war and how the new order can be fair and prosperous for everybody. I know you can do it.

I remember when I first met you. You were so scared, so miserable, you doubted yourself at every turn and you even called yourself a monster because of that little thing on your face. I say bollocks to that. You've grown so much, Gwenith. You don't let that little birthmark mean anything to you anymore. You care for people and show so much genuine humanity every day like it's nothing. You stopped being shy long ago and you've become strong. Then again, I think you always were.

You're strong enough to cover for me while I'm gone on my 'extended trip' away from this world.

[Extract from the journal of Cecelia Mog, written during her first night back in District Eight.]

I'm so very tired, but so very glad that it's finally over.

Coming home was everything that I'd hoped it would be, and more besides. All the orphans practically jumped me the moment I stepped off of the train. After all the punches, scratches, bites and burns from the arena… it was exactly what I needed. Having them all with me for a group hug, it's moments like that which make life worth living.

I think things are going to be alright from now on. The Games are over, all of us have a big house to live in and we're never going to go hungry ever again. What could be better? Well, maybe if they hadn't seen my 'dark side', but none of them have said anything much about it. Only Button did and he just said he thought I was super cool. What a dear.

It's raining pretty hard outside as I write this at the kitchen table, the clock showing it's almost 3AM. After all the fire I think a bit of rain is a welcome relief. Apparently the gamemakers are still putting out the fires I set off – apparently they need them gone to make the arena safe for Capitol citizens to be able to visit on tours – and they won't be done with that for at least a few more days. Sorry for not being sorry, I have nothing but contempt for those terrible men and women. They were the ones who set off so many horrible traps on us.

But, am I better? The orphans certainly think I am – I'm still their 'mama Cecelia' even now – but was I not the tribute this year with the most kills overall? Eight kills, all of them lost in the fire I created. The last one, Bazaar, died solely because I kicked him down into the flames. I can claim self-defence all I want, but it'll be a long time before I can forgive myself for that.

When I'm around these people I love, doing everything I can for them to be safe and happy, it's easy to keep myself in control. Love and family bonding was always the best outlet I could have ever wished for. They're all good people and it's my good fortune to have met them. They may not have known it, and for now at least they still don't know it, but they're what keep my dark side from being unleashed onto the world around me.

I can't deny the obvious, I'm a pyromaniac. I don't know what it is about fire, I just need to cause it. I need to feel the rush of adrenaline when I see the flames burning everything to smouldering ash. I need to see the falling embers, the thick smoke, the crackling of the inferno… without the orphans to keep me distracted, I turn into that maniac in the arena. I tried to fight it, but the stress and the stab wound… it let my dark side out.

I can't remember much of what happened while I was going crazy and letting fires. I was pretty much on auto-pilot, but the recap footage told me enough. I was dangerous and I can't let that happen again. If I set a fire around the orphans… no, I don't want to begin thinking about that.

Tag said he'd have his gang of entrepreneurs see if they can find some way to help quell the urges within me. Just in case anything sets off within me during the tour or during future Games. Paige and even Woof said they'd try to help. Looks like, in spite of what happened, my family is growing. I'm glad.

I'll have to end things off here, Button just woke up and it sounds like he's had a nightmare. No doubt from seeing people burn in that terrible, glorious inferno I caused. Well, duty calls… and it's a duty I love more than anything in the world.

There's no greater thing in this world than love.

- Cecelia Mog

[Page 6 of Mizar Aldjoy's final letter. Tears mark the page, likely from Gwenith when she first read the letter.]

I know right now you must be thinking that you can't do this, that I might be wrong in letting you take the place in the rebellion that I once held. No, not possible. I may have made mistakes in life, but I was never wrong. I don't think I'm about to start being wrong now either. You've got this Gwenith. You'll be able to set the pieces in order just fine until we finally have that 'spark' we need.

Remember that day we first properly met, that painful night aboard the train towards the Capitol? You made that whole day special just by being yourself. Remember the day I threw you a surprise birthday party when you turned sixteen? You made that day special too simply by being yourself. The day you comforted Maizie when she was sobbing, forced to watch Teff going crazy down in that dark sea cave? You made that day special for the same reasons. I could go on and on, but I don't have enough time left to cover the thousands of days you've made special. I guess my point is that I believe in you and I'm proud of you.

Take care of Teff and Laurel. Take care of yourself. Take care of this country. In spite of everything I still believe, deep down, humans really aren't bad. Not even the Capitol citizens… well, not most of them. Just misguided. I know you'll do the right thing.

It's been wonderful, meeting you when you were young and watching you grow into who you are today. It was wonderful, having a friend like you and seeing how you were able to share that friendship with others in Nine and forgive people for how they reacted to you, just for how you looked. Isn't it truly a wonderful thing, having been lifelong friends with each other?

Truthfully, perhaps Maizie wasn't my only sister after all.

It's almost impossible to hold the pen now. I feel like the reaper is patiently waiting for me to finish this one up before he comes to gently guide me away. I wouldn't want to keep such a busy man waiting, would I? Heheh.

Thanks for helping me live my life. Now, you go and live your own. I did the best I could for us rebels and I believe you can help the rest finish the job, once and for all.

Your friend now and forever

Mizar Aldjoy

"Rest in peace Cecelia," Peeta said as the silence ended.

The couple resumed their walk down the long street until they came to the sixty first face upon the ground. The face of a strong looking young man gazed back at them. His freckle covered face was fairly firm and slightly rugged, his hair appeared well groomed and spiky while his eyes were rather wide.

Disgust was all that could be seen in Katniss and Peeta's expressions.

"Logger," Peeta muttered, trying not to sound too repulsed.

"District traitor. Scumbag all the way," Katniss continued, cold as ice.

There we are, six decades finished and Cecelia's story has been told! I liked working with the kind and motherly side of her that canon stated her to have, it made her come off as a really tender sort of hero of this chapter's Games. Of course, making her sweet and motherly alone… eh, almost a little plain? I figured that adding in some good old fashioned pyromania would spice things up a bit, and you know what, I think it did! It was a fun format, seeing the orphans write about the girl they see as a mother and how she gradually gives into her urges. Though, perhaps Cecelia was a little overshadowed by the other half of the plot of this chapter? Whether she was or wasn't she'll be appearing every now and then in the remainder of the story, so keep your eyes out for her. As for the elephant in the room, yep, our first victor has passed on… but he didn't go down crying and broken, he used his position to be the best person possible and to help those in need. I'd say Mizar accomplished a lot of good over the years, and now it's up to Gwenith to keep the momentum going as we enter the countdown to the second rebellion and catching the past up with where things are in the present. Mizar's gone, but surely not to be forgotten. Stay tuned for more guys, because boy oh boy… the next victor is gonna be something indeed…

Stats

District 1: Peridot Gaudy (8th Games), Crystal McCree (14th Games), Bronze Marley (19th Games), Crown Martins (24th Games), Dollar Dettwieller (32nd Games), Mascara Court (41st Games), Platinum Twist (44th Games)

District 2: Baron Overwhill (4th Games), Runa Peace (7th Games), Olga Machete (10th Games), Rook Valiant (17th Games), Boulder Atherston (20th Games), Vercingetorix Carnby (25th Games), Dragon Batofel (27th Games), Rhyder Overwhill (39th Games), Mercy Gregor (46th Games), Brutus Gunn (49th Games), Lyme Rabe (51st Games)

District 3: Honorius Perthshire (5th Games), Pi Orbit (22nd Games), Beetee Latier (37th Games), Wiress Plummer (47th Games), Yohan Fairbane (58th Games)

District 4: Museida Selkirk (3rd Games), Mags Flanagan (11th Games), Tide Luther (23rd Games), Librae Ogilvy (35th Games), Anchor Paddock (52nd Games)

District 5: Shunt Gaspar (12th Games), Isobel Sparks (18th Games), Crimson Flanders (29th Games), Porter Tripp (38th Games), Neon Erg (48th Games), Wattzon Holmes (55th Games), Arendellian Spinner III (57th Games)

District 6: Chassis Macalister (31st Games), Bentley Corduroy (54th Games), Porsche London (56th Games)

District 7: Pliny Aransio (2nd Games), Fir Buzz (9th Games), Jack Tylos (21st Games), Snag Nakamura (34th Games), Blight Jordan (53rd Games)

District 8: Woof Casino (16th Games), Paige Murphy (30th Games), Spool Nylon (42nd Games), Cecelia Mog (60th Games)

District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games), Gwenith Rosebud (13th Games), Teff Withers (28th Games), Laurel Flamsteel (36th Games), Tabbock Summers (43rd Games), Trevy Vex (Escaped 55th Games)

District 10: Stallion March (26th Games), Lammy Phyronix (40th Games), Pasture Gallows (59th Games)

District 11: Bear Redfoot (15th Games), Seeder Howell (33rd Games), Chaff Mitchell (45th Games)

District 12: Duke Saint-Rose (6th Games), Haymitch Abernathy (50th Games)