*All right, this one is from Echo Griffensong's POV. Remember, she's the girl who got swept away in the basket after her parents were killed. Read, review, and message me!*

I had crept away, like the others, into the shadows. While they went to their room, I and another shadow stayed still. When I was sure they were all gone, I crept towards the other shadow, and it towards me.

The moonlight stuck both of our faces and we stopped. A lump formed in my throat and I let out a dry sob.

Here she was.

Here was the face that had drifted in and out of my dreams, tantalizingly out of reach.

Here was my twin sister.

We ran the last few paces, embracing each other and crying. Here she was! My whole being seemed to cry the message out to the universe. Here was my twin!

All of the joy of the universe was in us (what a wonderful word – us!), yet it was evident that all the t we would have to kill each other!

"Oh, sister – dear, dear, Totsie," I sobbed hysterically "What are we going to do?"

She stared at me for a moment, then wiped her tears. "We can't kill each other, can we?"

"No," I wiped my eyed, and gazed at Totsie "Well, I suppose . . ." I laughed slightly, overjoyed at being in her company again. "We'll just join Mazie's alliance, then."

Totsie nodded, then suddenly said in a hard voice, "How dare they? Kill our parents and then . . . us . . . the Capitol is cruel."

I blinked in surprised, but found myself nodding. "I wish there was a way to get revenge."

Totsie looked at me a moment, but nodded at me, a small smile forming on her lips. "What if I told you that there is a way?"

I blinked the tears out of my eyes. "There's a way." It was a simple, surprised statement.

"Yes," Totsie looked about us, and leaned in close. "Mazie isn't who she says she is."

I gasped. "What do you mean?"

"The Mazie that we know is really Nich, daughter of the president. The real Mazie is pretending to be Nich."

I blinked and was silent for a moment. "That's not possible."

Totsie shrugged. "I heard them talking about it. It's true as I am standing before you."

I blinked and smiled. "Then it's too good to be true."

She smiled. "Anyway, the real Mazie, the one pretending to be Nich, can kill the president!"

I gasped for a moment, then nodded slowly "Would she have the chance?"

Totsie laughed "She's posing to be his daughter – she'll be able to manage it."

I nodded slowly. "He deserves to die after all he's done to the people of Panem. People starving while he gourges himself and doesn't try to help . . . and these rotten Games . . . he deserves to die. But will the real Mazie do it?"

Totsie nodded. "I think she is. Word on the street is that her father died in the Hunger Games. That girl probably wants revenge as much as we do."

I nodded with her. "So we just have to find the real Mazie." I blinked, and looked up at Totsie. "But how do we do that?"

Totsie smiled. "We talk to our fake Mazie, the real daughter of the president."