As I faded from this world , all I heard was your song .
As you took care of my fallen form I knew what I had to do.
I would watch over you until you too left this world behind.
I saw your pain as you cried over my fallen form , the determination in your eyes as the change of rules was announced. I could tell that you were worried that you both would not make it to the end .
I saw the first spark of fire within as clear as the defiant gleem , when they tried to say that only one of you could win . Relief radiated from your very being when you went home to your Mother, Gale and Prim .
As time passed you feared for the next games to come. When they announced the Quell . I witnessed your determination for Peeta to be the one to survive. When you were saved and he was not , as you learned of the fate of district 12 . I watched , that spark turn into a small flame !
Though they claimed you were their Mocking Jay , at this point any one could have claimed that title .
Even as you traveled and fought with your comrade's , as many of them fell to the pods the grief and guilt was evident . It was not until you saw poor Prim who only wanted to help , perish from that bomb that the small flame became a raging inferno .
As you stood with your bow, with that arrow aimed at Snow's heart . The moment you realized who was truly responsible for Prim's death . As you pulled back the string and let the arrow fly into Coin's heart .
That was the moment that inferno burned away the old Katniss , and left in it's place the true Mocking Jay !!
One who would no longer follow the whims of any one , who wished to cause children to fight each other to the death.