Lillibet Halson/Mrs. Snow's POV

As I looked at my daughter, I felt pride well up inside of me. My daughter. She was so brave, so noble, and so wonderful. I had never wanted to leave her, or Snow, but I had had no choice.

My husband, the President, was a cruel man. I discovered this shortly after Snow's death – only a day or so after. He had been quite angry with me over some small, unimportant matter, and in my anger, I told him that he was a monster. What I thought of what he had done to the Districts.

I saw his immediate anger in his eyes, and I knew that I would have to leave. He locked me in our bedroom corridors, and I climbed out through a window, which he would never have expected. He thought me to be a terribly dainty and delicate.

It broke my heart to be away from Nich and Snow for even a small time, but I went and had my appearance changed to resemble that of a small child – about one year old. The Capitol's technology easily did this.

I walked with my chubby feet down the streets, and no one spared my another glance. Plenty of people did this for fun all the time. I hid on a train on its way to 12, and then went to the Capitol building. I wanted to help this district, the one farthest away from my husband's cruel grip. But to do that – to gain their trust, I would have to grow up as a baby.

It pained me greatly – to leave Nich and Snow. They were my only regrets. But I had to go. I knew I might be able to make a change.

But I hadn't.

Not in the District, anyway.

But now . . .

Now I could.

I could save my daughter's life . . . at least for a little while.

I looked at the others, who I had come to think of as friends, and pled with them. They had to let me. They had to go, so that I could save Nich.

Lystra's POV

I understood what Lillibet wanted.

I understood why.

"All right," I said to the others. "Let's go."

Nich was staring at her mother like she was a ghost. "I-I-I-I," she gulped. "I thought you were dead – died in childbirth."

"No," Lillibet whispered "I never did."

They exchanged a long glance that spoke more than words ever could. Then Nich nodded and hugged her mother. She turned to me and Rayne.

"Let's go," she said.

"We can't just leave her," Rayne protested.

Nich shot her a hard look, and Rayne fell silent. We exited the clearing without looking back. I led them the way that Lillibet had said was where our end was. I found the clearing easily. Then I looked at Nich.

"What now?" I asked.

Nich trembled and reached in her pocket. "She . . . she is my mother," she whispered. Then she closed her eyes a moment, then opened them, bringing out a folded letter. She turned to me.

"Lystra," she said. "I heard what you promised Tanner, and I intend for you to keep that promise. You are going to win. And, as winner, there are things that I need you to know. Things I knew must be done when I thought I was to win. But now that you must win, I have this information for you. Read it," she said "and treasure it. Do as it says." She locked eyes with me here. "Promise me, Lystra."

I gulped. "I promise." This felt like a dream.

Nich turned to Rayne.

"Rayne, you were the first to join me. And here we are, two of the last five. I don't think you ever thought you would make it this far."

Ranye shook her head. "I never did."

Nich smiled faintly. I thought that the night was finally going to her head. "Do as I say, Nich. Please, please, please trust me."

"I trust you," Ranye said "completely. I will do as you say."

And Nich handed her a single bottle with a skull and crossbones on it.

Rayne's POV

At first I was shocked. Nich wanted me to poison myself? My trust in her was ebbing quickly. I couldn't believe this. How had she gotten this bottle?

But then I met Nich's desperate eyes. I knew she wouldn't do this to me. It couldn't be real poison. It just couldn't be. I trusted her. Completely. With my life. For no other person would I have lifted the bottle in a toast and drained it.

I felt myself falling to the ground . . .

Sleep . . .

. . .

. . .

Snow Jr.'s POV

I was having an emotional breakdown.

My father, my role model, my hero, was dead.

I had just killed the girl I thought to be my sister.

But my sister was still alive.

The woman, my mother, who had died giving birth to me, was alive.

In the arena.

With my sister.

I could only save one.

Who would I choose?

Everyone in the guard stared at me as I buried my face in my hands, trying to decide what to do. I knew they were concerned, but I didn't care. My world was falling apart.

Finally, I looked up. My next words were life and death – killing and life-granting. My sister was my other half. I had never known my mother. I knew that the rest of my life would be a what-if, but I didn't care. I knew who I had to save.

"Save Nich."

Lystra's POV

I watched Rayne crumple to the ground in horror. A cannon went off. I turned to Nich in horror.

"Y-y-y-you k-k-k-killed h-her." I stuttered. Nich shot me a pitying look.

"I pity you who survive," she said "it's your job to sort out the secrets. If only Tanner knew what he made you promise," she shook her head, and touched my shoulder gently. "Read the letter." Then she began to move away from the clearing.

"Wait!" I called, stumbling after her away from Rayne. "Wait." Nich stopped, but didn't turn. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To help my mother, of course," she said. Then she walked away.

Elvatroix's POV

I came into a small clearing with a stream running into it. Inside it, alone, and armed, was Lillibet. I laughed at her brave face. She had always been a weakling.

"Hello, weakling," I told her.

"Hello, burly," she replied. I laughed loudly, throwing my head to the sky. A sharp prick at my hand told me that she'd stabbed me. I stared at her.

"You stabbed me," I said.

"Thank you, Agent Obvious," she replied. I roared in anger at her, and charged. I clanged my two swords against her dagger, but she held up, playing defense, and twirling in the air to avoid the deadly points. Occasionally, she managed to get through my defenses to stab me. I never once managed to touch her.

Somewhere, a cannon went off.

Part of me wondered who was dead. All I knew was that it wasn't Lillibet or me. So it didn't matter at the moment. I continued to fight.

"Hey!" a voice called. Lillibet and I both stopped fighting, looking over to the voice. It was Mazie.

"Get away from here!" Lillibet called to her.

"No!" Mazie called back. "I don't leave family!"

I thought that there was something guilty in Lillibet's face, but I ignored it, confused. "You two are family, as well?" I cocked my head. "Twins like those Totsie and Echo girls?"

"Nope," Mazie said. She nodded towards Lillibet. "She's my mother."

"Mother?" I asked, confused. I blinked several times. "Mother?"

"Yeah," Lillibet grinned. "Haven't you seen the wonders that the Capitol surgery could do?"

Then they both attacked, and I began to defend myself. We danced across the clearing, changing from offense to defense. No one really seemed to be winning until the boxes started to come.

Nich's POV

I know Snow has started to save me when I see the glimmer of silver. The boxes landed everywhere in the clearing – I knew that everything I could ever want was in them.

Food.

Water.

Weapons.

Changes of clothes.

Toothpaste.

Books.

Pencils.

Paper.

Electronics.

Snow was begging me to come back to his side.

I laughed to the sky and began to kick the packages. I know this hurts him. I loved him, but not his cause.

"We've chosen sides!" I yelled. The people probably thought that I meant Elvatroix, Lystra, Lillibet, and I – but Snow knew what I really meant. I was disowning him – as I had disowned Father.

Lillibet – Mother – tripped on a package, and Elvatorix used this to her advantage – coming up on Mother's stunned form and chopping her in two.

The cannon is immedeite.