A/N: A new perspective :) Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks for reviewing! Let me know if you think I should include more stories for Rory (& vick/posy) or if you prefer Hazelle / Gale.

Rory settles his little sister Posy into bed, tucking the stiff white sheets snugly around her. He can hear his mother's footsteps pacing on the cold concrete floor of the hall. Rory's older brother Gale is gone on a mission with the rebellion, and their mother has been frantic with worry all evening.

Too young to join the military and sick of being treated like a kid, Rory is trying to take over the things his absent brother used to do, like tucking Posy in at night. "Tell me a story?" the little girl asks, her eyes pleading pathetically.

He listens to the footsteps in the hall for a minute, imagining his sister's tantrum if he says no, and their mother's reaction. Posy is used to getting her way, and when she gets an inch she'll take a mile. Rory agrees to a story saying, "okay, but only one and then you have to promise to go to sleep." Posy nods excitedly and tries to sit up until Rory adds, "and you have to stay in bed."

Rory pauses for a minute to search his imagination for a story as Posy waits in suspense. Remembering the wild drawings in his classmate Samantha's notebook he begins, 'Once a long time ago ...' He starts his story, being careful not to include anything that might be scary to Posy.

'Once a long time ago in a district far far away from here, was a young girl who tended her family's chickens. Every morning she would collect the eggs and feed the hens bits of grass and grain.'

'One cold winter morning, it was so cold the girl' - he couldn't just say the girl through the whole story. He used the first name that came to mind.

'it was so cold that Prim had to rub her cold hands together to keep them warm. She was collecting eggs from the henhouse when she found something very strange in one of the nests. It looked like an egg, but twice as big as the chicken eggs and amber in color. When she reached for it, it was so hot that it almost burned her cold hands!'

Posy sits up and interrupts her brother asking, "Like a piece of coal? Hey Rory remember that time I got a burn 'cause I touched the coal and it was still hot and it hurt real bad and Mama got so mad ..."

Rory shushes his sister telling her, "I remember Posy. But if you want to hear the story you've got to lay down and be quiet, remember?"

With a pout Posy lays back down. Rory continues his story:

'Prim took the amber egg and tucked it into a pocket on the front of her apron. She was excited by the strange egg, but wanted to keep her special discovery all to herself. She didn't tell anyone about the amber egg hidden in her apron, but hid it away behind her bed when her mother called her to breakfast.'

'All day at school Prim thought about the egg. As soon as she got home from school she rushed to check on it. Though usually the bedroom was so cold in the winter she could see her breath, today the room was warm as if it were a sunny spring day. When she went to pull the egg from behind the bed, she could feel the heat radiating from the area before she even touched the egg. Holding the egg in the hand, it warmed her cold fingers and seemed to brighten the entire room. Amazed, she peered closely at the egg. She looked at every speckled dot on its surface. Just then, the egg seemed to move in her hand, surprising Prim so she almost dropped it. She held the egg tightly in her hand, and she felt something move with a jerk once inside the egg, and then it jerked again.'

Posy is laying still and listening quietly to Rory's story. Seeing that her eyes are drooping, Rory continues along, lowering his voice to just above a whisper.

'Prim had never seen an egg that kept warm on its own, but she'd seen chicken eggs hatch before. Carefully she set the egg on the middle of the bed and watched as a thin crack developed across the surface of the egg. Within minutes, the crack had broadened and a small beak had poked its way through the shell. At least, Prim thought it was a beak. But when the egg cracked open and the little creature's head poked out of the shell, it looked nothing like a baby chicken. It looked nothing like anything Prim had seen in her whole life. The closest thing she could remember was the lizard that her older brother had shown her last summer when they were playing in the woods, but this creature had spiky scales along the back of its neck and a web of skin connecting its front legs to its body. Prim was amazed.'

'As she watched, the little lizard poked its head around and sniffed at its surroundings. Prim held out her hand in front of the small thing, holding her breath inside her as it sniffed her fingers and hopped into her hand. Then it nipped the tip of her finger with its tiny mouth, and Prim let out a squeal even though it didn't hurt her. The little lizard looked up like it heard her, and made it's own squeaky noise.'

Glancing down at his sister, Rory sees that Posy has fallen fast asleep. He shakes his head, amazed that she fell asleep right when he thought the story was getting interesting. He almost wants to keep his story about the baby dragon going, but if Posy is asleep there isn't really a point. He wonders if she'd like more bedtime stories about Prim's adventures with a baby dragon. Quietly he sneaks out of the room Posy shares with their mother.

From the hallway he sees his mom seated at the table worrying about his brother Gale. Rory wishes he could go on exciting missions like Gale. Even Prim - the real Prim - gets to work in the hospital while Rory is stuck in school. They treat him like he was still a little kid. It isn't fair. Grumbling to himself, Rory crosses the hall to the bedroom he shares with his brothers. His little brother Vick is already asleep as Rory climbs into his bed. He thinks again about Samantha's drawings he'd seen in school - of menacing dragons with people riding on their backs. When he asked her what they were, she had said that dragons lived a long time ago and her mom used to tell her stories about them. Rory falls asleep wishing he had a dragon. He would ride on it's back and fly all over Panem and have adventures like Gale.