*Lystra's POV*
That night, I dreamed vividly.
It began with a dream of Estella. She gazed at me a moment, and then beside her, where her brother, Issac, chomped on an apple. Then she glanced back at me, meeting my eyes, which teared up visibly. "Thank you," she whispered.
Then the dream changed. Nich, looking about 8 or 9 was sitting beside her brother, studying him. "Brother, do you ever regret being father's son?"
He blinked at her, looking confused. "Regret? There's no better dad in the world."
Nich blinked at him several times before lowering her head, and I knew she didn't agree. "What if we were born in the Districts?"
Nich's brother laughed "We couldn't be born in the district – bad people are born in the districts. We aren't bad people."
Nich studied him. "Do you ever wonder if we could have dealt with the rebels differently?"
He shrugged. "No. Why?" He squinted at her. "Do you doubt father?"
"Doubt him?" Nich's laugh was nervous "Why would I do that?"
Nich's brother didn't laugh, and, after a moment, Nich said, "Do you want to be President one day?"
Nich's brother puffed out his chest proudly. "Yes. I want to be just like Father."
Nich flinched as though she had been slapped. "Don't say that," she murmured.
He studied her quizzically for a moment. "Why would you say that?"
Nich had no answer, and didn't reply. After a few moments, she said, "Just be careful, okay?" and she walked away.
The dream changed, and I was standing in deep water with a strong current. It took all my strength not to fall over. Before me where two blue-white, almost see-through figures. Ghosts.
One was a woman with dark brown hair and deep caramel eyes that matched her skin. The other was a man with dark black hair and deep brown eyes and light orange skin. His nose was large, hers small. His eyes small, hers large. They looked completely different, but both seemed to fit together. They also seemed familiar. It took me a few moments, but I realized why.
They looked like Totsie and Echo.
They looked at me sadly, and I knew that they were Totsie and Echo's parents. The ones that had died trying to escape the iron fist of the Capitol. They stared at me with empty eyes.
"Protect our daughters," they said in unison, ghostly voices that were like wind in the trees. "Please."
"I will," I breathlessly told them "I will. I promise – with my life." But I knew that, in the end, I would not be able to save them from the Capitol.
The dream changed again, and I was in the arena, running, running . . . from the Capitol. I didn't dare look behind me, because I knew I would become scared. I just kept running. I had to make it – had to get away . . .
Something grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back.
I screamed and fought, but couldn't get away . . .
Then . . . endless sleep . . .