thank you for the warm reception of Fletcha. Thank you to Javitsg for Betaing. I do not own the hunger games

Katniss has just learned that she is now an orphan. Now her journey begins...


Haymitch tapped his staff on the ground and two large horses with wings appeared.

"By Jove, winged beasts," Katniss spat amazed by the docile nature of the creatures as she approached them.

"They are Pegasus's Katniss. These creatures only appear to those who are of pure heart. Now hop on the back. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Katniss slipped on the back of the Pegasus. She grabbed its reins and it took off running before extending its wings and gliding into the air high above the tops of the trees and into the clouds. Katniss wasn't sure what to expect but it was like entering a cold misty wood. She smiled to herself at the sensation. When exited the cloud she saw a large expanse.

Glancing to her left, Haymitch had his eyes closed and was barely holding on to the reins. The strange bird followed below them. Katniss relaxed learning to trust the creature she was riding. focused on the sights below her. The river that snaked through Panem. The country was desolate and burned. Pegasus veered to the right headed over a large body of water. Katniss questioned where they were headed. She closed her eyes and grasped the band of her sheath of arrows. This was the only thing she had to remember her family by. In her mind, she quietly said her goodbyes to her family.

As the sun descended in the horizon, Katniss realized how close she was to the night sky. It was like being enveloped in a sparkly blanket. The air grew colder and her breath looked like puffs of small clouds. Pegasus began descending to the ground Katniss could see a fortification in the distance. Katniss felt the warmth as they grew closer to the earth.

They landed in the woods. Katniss slipped down to the ground. She gently patted the creature's flanks before watching them run into the darkened woods. These woods were not like the ones she was used to, the trunks were thicker and they were so tall their tips kissed the rim of the moon.

Katniss trailed after Haymitch. It was dark outside but his staff glowed illuminating the path. When they became tired, Katniss set up camp, making a fire for them. Haymitch's strange bird sat perched on a tree with a fish it'd caught. Katniss managed to find a small rabbit. "Haymitch, what place is this?"

"You are in the Land of the Forgotten."

Katniss had never heard of this place. "Land of the Forgotten?"

"It's where those who escape from Snow come. Though many who come here never make it and the ones who do never make it past the cyclops at the entrance of the castle."

"Cyclops?"

Haymitch began laughing.

"You liar," Katniss spat embarrassed to be beguiled with such ease.

"Sorry I couldn't help myself. Truthfully many of those who try to come here are hunted down by Snow and many do not make it here. They die of the elements or do not have the fee to make it across the body of water that separates both lands."

Katniss sighed, then checked the rabbit. "Here, eat."

"I haven't had a well-cooked meal in some time."

"Do you still drink?"

Haymitch raised his eyebrows. "On occasion."

"I thought you were a drunk?"

"I was but a good friend helped me lose my ill-mannered custom and convinced me that I needed to set the world right." He looked up at the night sky. "You know our ancestors live it's why you can see them when you use your sixth sense."

Katniss blinked. She didn't understand what Haymitch was saying. She wanted to ask him but he asked her a question.

"Tell me, child, why did you say before you are cursed?"

"Because of the mark, I bear on my Shoulder." Katniss sighed. "Effie always said I was cursed, she said I was a bad omen for the family. She claimed I brought the destruction of my father and she said I would be the death of my mother and sister.

Haymitch leaned on his stick listening.

"You said earlier it's an old wives' tale, but in a way, she was right, because my father is dead and so are my mother and sister." Katniss looked away from his face.

"She was wrong, you know?"

Katniss looked at him over the fire.

"You're not cursed but your mark is the mark of a soulmate. Your other half has that mark. They will never be complacent with any other until they meet you." Haymitch's eyes began glowing, "In our journey, you shall meet him and he shall be your champion. No other man will see you as anything else but one of their own sex, except for him, your mate. He will be able to see you for who and what you are. To the entire world, you are the child of Eragon of Everdeen."

Katniss blinked when his eyes stopped glowing. "I think I will sleep now."

"Go ahead I have the first watch."

The next morning, they arrived at the gates of the fortified city. Katniss walked behind Haymitch as was the custom for women to do. "No, you are a man you walk by my side, remember."

Katniss nodded feeling odd as she grasped her weapon. She thought to herself that at least she was dressed appropriately. No one questioned her. They called her criado or muchacho, as she walked by Haymitch's side. Haymitch said these words meant servant and boy. Everywhere Katniss looked someone was saying something in a different language. She counted four so far.

"Fletcha." Haymitch called Katniss over to him.

"We're going to be seen by the King. You need to dress the part. Now, put these on." Haymitch handed her clothing. Low and behold, not a woman's kirtle but a finely woven tunic and surcoat.

Katniss walked around to a small divided area and quickly changed. They proceeded onto the castle. She wasn't sure they would allow them to seek an audience with the king. Haymitch used his name and Katniss was amazed at how quickly they were allowed into the throne room. The king, an elderly man, sat on the throne. A younger version of the King stood next to him. He looked at her and Katniss swore he could see right through her.


So just because I speak Spanish I use a lot of Latin words or Spanish to describe things.

Criado is a servant/domestic servant

Muchacho is a young boy/man

Fletcha - means arrow or arrowhead