A/N - Hey people heres the next chapter. Shout out to those who have alerted. And to InLoveWithPeeta my first reviewer. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter.

You held your head like a hero

On a history book page

It was the end of a decade

But the start of an age.

Dr. A told me that I should begin painting again. I have had a few good weeks and I guess he felt I was ready. So now I sit here sketching out a girl, I really had not decided who I was going to paint yet but this was farther than I have gotten in a while.

I was mixing the brown I decided I would paint the hair when I heard something drop behind me. I turned to see Katniss teary eyed staring blankly at the canvas as if the canvas itself would jump out and harm her. She then retreated back and ran out of the house. At least I think she did, after two years I still couldn't hear her footsteps. I moved to take my picture in from a different perspective to see what scared Katniss.

It was a picture of Katniss but not the fluffy smiling happy Katniss I usually find myself painting. This was somewhere between happy Katniss and monster Katniss I was fairly partial to drawing in district thirteen.

Her head in the picture was inclined the smallest bit while her hair cascaded past her shoulders. Her gray eyes held determination and I had also subconsciously painted her black high tec, bow in her hand ready to be fired.

She looked so deadly, so heroic, but also so familiar. Then I remembered what moment I had painted the moment where everyone in Panem believed Katniss was the insane antagonist President Snow tried to make them see. It was the moment she killed the unprepared President Coin.

I then felt myself fallowing Katniss out of my house. I told myself it was to make sure she was okay, but trufully it was so much more. I couldn't bear to look at my own painting of the demonic gaze the love of my life and co-victor of my hunger games held. Once I left the house I spotted Katniss sitting near the primroses I had planted for her once I returned. Slowly slumping over to her form I plopped down next to her.

"Is that what I looked like Peeta," she asked unwept tears filling her eyes. I wanted to say no, but couldn't bring myself to. Because trufully she did look like that to a lot of Panem, however to me she looked different, she looked beautiful.

"Only to some," I say trufully taking her hand in mine. "But do not think it is a bad thing because its not. That was the you who saved Panem the hero of the country who brought about freedom." I explain and I can feel her smile a bit but I can tell I haven't sold her yet.

Long Live the walls we crashed threw

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

Long Live all the magic we made

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered.

"And trufully I had more fun fighting those capitol dragons with you than anything else I have done so far. We together, won." I said standing up and lifting her to her feet as well.

"But everyone they look at me like a monster. I am not a monster Peeta, am i." She asked concaving into herself. I grabbed her left hand with my right and laid my left on her shoulder standing her up strait.

"Katniss you are not a monster, where Is this coming from." I asked slightly concerned.

"I went to town today before stopping by your house. I saw kids playing around and it seemed so innocent that I just stopped for a few moments and took it in. Trying to remember Prim like that." She said tears welding in her eyes. I took her hand in mine tighter and rubbed circles with my thumb over her phalanges. Prim was still a fairly sore subject.

"Then I heard one call to the other that they were dead. The 'dead' one got angry and asked why she was killed and the first answered her saying that she was Katniss Everdeen and Katniss Everdeen can kill whomever she likes. Then she laughed and skipped away. That's what those kids think of me. That I am some mutt, maybe I am a mutt, maybe those kids, the capitol, and even you are right. Maybe I should just leave and never come back." She sobbed now openly as she walked away from me. The only reason her hand slipped from my grasp is because she said I thought she was a mutt.

Sure a part of me thought that at one time but the real me didn't believe that she had to know that.

"You are not a mutt Katniss Everdeen." I cried out to her and she turned around to face me. She wasn't that far off and I probably didn't need to scream but I didn't care. She needed to know.

"You are a hero," I continued walking back over to her side and taking her face in my hands rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb.

"You beat the capitol and brought peace, something most only thought could be done by magic and together we proved that we could survive the arena not only once but twice. Ignorance will always try to manipulate history but the truth always comes out Katniss. And you will not be remembered as a mutt, you will be remembered as a hero. Because that is what you are."