"Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of the 68th Hunger Games is Willow Clearville!"

Caesar Flickerman's voice ran out through the arena as I was left standing on my own, spear in one hand and left hand bloodied. The only things or remnants of the bodies were their blood. Me, Willow Clearville, the 19 year old girl from district 4 who volunteered for a 9 year old girl who was barely skin and bone and had nothing on her face but a rag of fabric. But that was too long ago now, too much has happened since then. I've been thrown back in the Hunger Games where I survived but was then thrown into the tribute holding centre along with Johanna, Peeta and Annie. I've had a whirlwind romance with Capitol darling Finnick Odair which I'm still in now but the last time I saw him was before Katniss shot an arrow into the sky.

But there was one thing that I was told by Haymitch

REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS

And now I'm or will be out for their blood and by theirs I mean President Coriolanus Snow.