Twenty-five minutes later, Prim is with Peeta and I, her eyes are red and blotchy, which indicates that she has cried, so Peeta and I hug her. "Don't worry, Prim, don't worry." I told her.

"Hey, Prim, if you're like this knowing that we're training for the Games, imagine if you weren't prepared for it?" Peeta tells her, which seems to stabilize her breathing.

"So, what do you what do you want to do first? There's Archery, camouflage, Weapons - knives, axes, swords, spears, and tridents. There are traps - nets and snares, Fire-starting, telling apart the edible and inedible plants or target practice. Make your choice!" I ask her.

"What about Finnick?" Prim asks. "He could just walk out here and see us!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, he's at Kolton's house." Peeta tells her. At the word 'sweetheart', all of my memories of Haymitch, and of the games come flooding back. It makes me feel really seems to stick out is the part when I was almost dying of dehydration, thinking Haymitch wanted me to die. That feeling, I never want Prim to feel that. Prim decides to start with traps, as she is yet to learn to even master the simplest of snares. We start on a simple snare, called the spring snare. First, I give Prim an axe to chop down the branches that she needs. She's really good with an axe, even though she's never really used one. Then, I show her how to make the snare, and leave her to work. On her first try, she doesn't get it, and looks slightly disappointed. "Hey, why so upset? Nothing is done perfectly first time!" I encourage her to try again. Surely enough, second time around, she has a perfectly functional snare. "Well done, darling. It took me five tries before I got it perfect, and Peeta can't even make this type of snare!" I tell her, which cheers her up incredibly. The work on snares reminds me of Gale, and I try to hold the tears in, but one or two escape. No-one notices, though, so I wipe my cheeks and move on.

"So Prim, what do you want to do next?" Peeta queries.

"Hmm…" Prim murmurs, in deep thought. "Oh, I know! Let's do the camouflage!" At this, Peeta grins. "Camouflage specialist, at your service." Peeta says, as if it's his title, and an important one at that. This makes Prim and I giggle. Then, Peeta acts offended, and puts on a Capitol accent, saying "What on Earth are you two giggling about?" This puts Prim and I in stitches of laughter. By the time I recover myself, Prim is still in a fit of laughter, so I go along with Peeta's act.

"Goodness! Haven't you ever heard of manners, child?" I ask, in that silly accent. If President Snow was to walk by, We'd all be assassinated.

"It seems she hasn't! These District 12 people are a disgrace to the whole of Panem! Why, even the new Districts behave better than this!" Peeta declares, making Prim laugh so hard that she has to gasp for breath.

"Oh dear, it seems that she will die from loss of air!" I say flamboyantly.

"Thank goodness! One less of those savages to put up with" Peeta replies, as I go over to Prim and shout "Breathe, silly child!" In a Capitol accent. We eventually calm her down.

"Now, for the camouflage." Peeta says. Since this is Peeta's specialty, I get to sit back and watch. As I thought, Prim is almost as good as Peeta, but not quite. She is everything good about our families, and even has some of our flaws. So does Finnick. I just hope he isn't affected when Prim is sent off to the arena. Oh. My. Mockingjay. I realize. What if Prim isn't reaped before Finnick is eligible? What if they are both reaped in the same year? There is no possible way for them both to come home, unless they wait until Prim is nineteen. I quickly brush this away though. No! They'll want them during a Quinquennium Supplicium. If they put them in together, well, look at what earlier Mellarks and Everdeens have done in the arena. I realize that I have zoned out, so I look down to where Peeta and Prim were, but they aren't there.

"Peeta? Prim?" I shout, looking around me, finding nothing. I hope they're okay. I take four steps forward when I hear a groan. I look around, and see nothing, so I look down. I see Peeta's eyes and pearly white teeth smiling at me. "Just like how you found me in the arena." Peeta says. This brings back memories, good and bad, for the both of us. We both zone out, and Prim is confused, until she realizes that we are reliving the experience of the arena within a minute. She comforts us, so that we don't have a fit. This has happened before, and Prim has had to deal with it. She is absolutely amazing for it.

"Shhhh.. Don't worry, you're not in the arena any more. You won't lose each other. You'll never be in the arena again. Don't worry." Sometimes, in severe cases, Prim will sing to us. She has a beautiful singing voice. A mix of mine and Rue's and my sister's, but it can only be described as Primrose Rue Everdeen-Mellark's voice. She knows multiple songs to calm us down. This time, she sings 'Deep in the Meadow', the song that I sung Rue to sleep with.

The song reminds me of Rue, then Prim, and am about to completely break down, until I realise that I have a Primrose and a Rue, all in one, singing to me. By now we have both recovered, and Prim is hugging us both tight, still camouflaged. "Prim, you really are an artist!" I compliment, looking her up and down, wiping the tears from my face. "I think that's enough training for today." Peeta tells us. We nod in agreement. "Peeta, can you start making some tea? I think it may make me less nervous watching the Mandatory Viewing, for the Q.S." I ask. He simply nods and turns away. "Some for me too, please!" Prim calls after him. "Okay." Peeta answers.

*"^"*

It is 6:30 p.m., and Prim, Finnick and I are curled up on the couch. Training went on for an hour and a half, a little longer than we wanted, and it took an extra 15 minutes to clear away everything. Finnick was back as soon as we finished. Peeta was making tea for Prim, himself and I, and hot chocolate for Finnick. He walks in 10 minutes later and sits beside us. Mandatory viewing begins in 20 minutes. We spend this time asking Finnick how his day went.

"Oh, it was great! We played football, and played a match against his brothers, Ash and Hilt , and we won! Then we played catch, and visited the Butchers." He told us.

"How was Rooba?" I ask.

"Oh, she was good. We played with her daughter, Rose. She said that she is pregnant again! She's hoping for a boy." Finnick answers.

"Well then, tomorrow we must go congratulate someone, wont we?" I say, grinning.

"What did you do with Rose?" Prim asks. Rose is a friend of hers, 10 years old. Luckily, she doesn't need to sign up for tesserae. We try to use some of our money, and my kills from the woods to help families to stop signing up for tesserae. The tributes from 12 are getting much further in the games thanks to it.

"Oh, we played tag, and then she brought us to the meadow. We made you this." Finnick says, handing Prim a flower necklace. It was made Primroses, Daisies, Buttercups, Violets and Dandelions. The Dandelions remind me of that day, the day after Peeta saved my life, the Dandelion on the ground, how I was saved. How I am forever grateful.

"Thank you!" Prim smiles.

"Shh, shh!" Peeta hushes them, as Mandatory Viewing begins.

Ceasar Flickerman appears on screen, smiling, with his hair and suit the color indigo. It doesn't look too bad on him. Much better that the year when he was in Crimson. "Hello Panem! Ceasar Flickerman here!" Ceasar starts. The crowd cheers. "Well, you probably know why you're watching, but just in case you don't, tonight is the announcement of the Quinquennium Supplicium! Isn't that exciting?" He asks. The crowd scream 'yes', in that flamboyant Capitol accent. "Well, before we get President Snow out here, we have something pretty exciting first! It's… the fifteenth anniversary on District 12's star crossed lover's wedding!" The audience gives a mixed response. While some of the Capitol inhabitants still adore Peeta and I, a large part of the Capitol population hates us, for what we did during the rebellion. The celebration for us is a mini-movie. Of our games, of the wedding, of the rebellion. The Capitol loves it. "And now, I give you, President Coriolanus Snow!" Ceasar announces. The crowd are jumping with excitement. The president enters the stage in a black suit, accompanied with a small boy in a matching outfit, carrying an ivory box.. He looks no younger than 10.

The anthem plays. Everyone in the audience and onstage show their respect. Then, Snow gives his annual speech/lecture of the Dark Days, of the Treaty of the Treason, of how the Games were brought around, of the Rebellion, of me. Next, he pulls a card from the ivory box. On the back of it, it has a large 95 on it. He reads, "This year, to show that even the wealthiest people of Panem cannot overcome the power of the government,"

At the word government I laugh. "Oh, so that's what he's calling it now, is it?" Prim also finds him funny.

Snow continues, "Two adults from the Capitol and two children from the Capitol shall also be reaped to enter the arena. In the Capitol, tesserae will be 10,000 coin." He pauses, to let everyone take it in.

"What? That doesn't make any sense. Why would Snow do this?" Finnick asked, trying to figure out what the devious man is thinking.

"I hope his great-grand-daughter gets reaped." Prim says flatly. I snort at the comment.

After about a minute, Peeta says, "Oh… actually, it does. He's trying to prevent Capitol citizens from funding a rebellion. From supporting a rebellion."

"From supporting us…" I finish. Finnick is confused, and asks me why I just said that, so I reply saying, "People think that I'm still the Mockingjay." That explains to him.

"Wait, if he's putting in Capitol citizens, to lower support of rebellion, and tributes… well then, will I…?" Prim asks, insecure. Then it hits me. Like a blow to the gut. Prim's put two and two together, something I never manage to do on time. What if she's right? What if President Snow is sending her to the arena in two weeks? What will we do? No, no. Prim is strong, and level-headed. She can deal with it, can't she? She will train. Work harder. Be determined to live. I can't possibly deal with losing another Prim; of another Rue dying in the arena. No. She will live. She will defy the Capitol, only not as rebellious as how I did it. I don't want her to suffer what I suffered; to see what I've seen. If she wins though, Snow might sell her body,like he did to Finnick Odair. No. I will not let Prim, my Prim, be sold as a Prostitute to those foolish, filthy, brainwashed Capitol people . No. There are few Capitol citizens I know of that aren't, though. Knew, I knew them. They were killed after the rebellion, but, if they were there now, maybe there's still some people like that.

I look to Peeta, who has a worried expression about him. This confuses me, as we knew she would be going in anyways. To reassure him, I whisper "Don't worry, she's strong enough." to him. He nods, and we both turn to Prim, who, despite her calmness, has gone very pale. Finnick notices, and is worried, so he offers to get her some water. It takes a minute for her to register this, so when she replies, she says, "Wh-what? Oh, yes, yes, I would, please." Finnick walked to the kitchen. I use this time to talk to Prim.

"Prim, listen. Don't worry. You are strong. This is a warning, something you don't usually get when it comes to the games. You can do it. Y know what is going to happen, so prepare. We knew this was going to happen at some stage, and you are set for those games, with a little more training. I know, it's a lot to take in, but you can do it. When I found out that I would be going into the arena for a second time, well, it was just like this. I got a warning, and I trained. Look where it got me. And your father, of course, volunteered to go into the arena with me. Bravery, courage. They run through this family. You will come home to us. I know it." I tell her. All she does is nods. Finnick returns with Prim's water, and sits down.

"Now, I know what you're thinking, this won't really change much, will it? And the answer is no, it will not, so," Snow resumes. " I will not give away anything, but I will say this; there will be a few… unexpected… changes in the arena this year. You'll see, when the time comes." Snow smiles, his snake eyes staring right into my own eyes. I feel as though he is watching me. It makes me uncomfortable.

"Well, Panem, that's all we have for now. Make sure to tune in next week for the reapings! So exciting!"Ceasar tells us. The anthem is played once again and then Mandatory Viewing is over. "Well," Peeta says. "That was … interesting…" Prim leaves the living room, heading to her bedroom. I can tell that she'll be crying. I can't blame her. She's so brave; so strong; so mature for her age. "I'll call you for dinner, okay?" Peeta tells her. She briefly nods in reply.

"Boy, it must be tough for her." I whisper to Peeta. "I wouldn't blame her if she cried all night, but I can't let that happen. I'm going into her, ok?" A nod from him is my answer. Now, for another hard part…