Thanks a bunch to Starsong17 for pointing out my grammatical errors in the last chapter! Unfortunately, since it is the first chapter, I can't edit it until I post this chapter :)
I came up with all the ideas written here, but if anyone has any good suggestions, I will definitely take them :)
"I think we should read them." I am shocked as the words come out of my mouth, and involuntarily I open the box.
All those horrid cards sit there, color-coded by century. Peeta stares at me in shock.
"Why?" He asks as I take the first Quarter Quell card, what would have been the 100th annual hunger games card.
"Because I want to remind myself what everyone died for. What they kept from happening."
And with that I flipped over the small yellow card and read aloud:
"As a reminder to the Rebels, for the 100th annual Hunger Games, that not even the weakest could flee the Capitol's laws, each tribute will be injected with an incurable disease and have to fight in the arena with it."
Peeta's eyes widened, and so did mine. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"We all did it Peeta, we kept this from happening." I said softly, and slowly, he turned to me.
"You are absolutely right!" A small smile formed on his face. It had been a while since Peeta had truly smiled. He still has to take some therapy classes to get over the whole "kill Katniss" thing. I still can't believe it took me so long to realize I loved him.
Peeta takes the next card, blue this time, since the first century of Quell's is over.
"As a reminder to the Rebels, for the 125th annual Hunger Games, that even the most skilled fighters could beat the Capitol, each District will have a contest to find the two strongest people to fight in the arena."
"That's terrible, it's like a Hunger Games within the Hunger Games!" (AN: Hunger Gamesception ;)) I said, outraged that someone could possibly do that.
"It's a good thing we have our Mockingjay." Peeta said with a smirk, a small reminder to show me that this wouldn't have happened without us. I decided to pick up the next card.
"As a reminder to the Rebels, for the 150th annual Hunger Games, that without the Capitol in their sight they would fail, each tribute will be blinded before entering the arena." (AN: My cousin (who is blind) actually helped me with this one)
This one affected me the most out of them all. No sight! How would you see what you were doing, how would you know where you were going? And hunting, that would be impossible! No sight... at all... they might as well put you in a big box for the arena, it's not as if anyone could see each-other!
"I am truly thankful we prevented that one, because I highly doubt they would just give the victor his or her sight back in the end." I realized Peeta was right, the tribute that would've won that game would have probably stayed blind forever.
"I am too Peeta..."
And then I grabbed the next card...