For those of you who've been waiting for a sequel to this fic, it's now up!

It's called "Participant" and you can find it on my author's page.

Here's an excerpt of what to expect:

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I sit in the abandoned kitchen of my old house in the Seam that I'd once shared with my mother and sister, a cup of rapidly cooling chamomile tea in my hands. Technically, it's still my mother's house and if anything happens to my sister, she'd be expected to leave the massive house in the Victor's Village and return to the only place I've ever felt at home.

But it'll never be my home again.

Even if my husband dies, I won't return here. There's an abandoned business on the edge of the main street in town in my name. Peeta and I have talked about me setting up shop selling herbal remedies with my mother and sister. But so far it's only been just that - talk.

For sixteen years, this little house in the Seam has been home, and four and a half months of living in the house in the Victor's Village with my husband isn't enough to change that feeling.

Taking a sip of of my tepid tea, I repeat the litany I've chanted every morning since we returned to District Twelve. My name is Katniss Mellark. My home is District Twelve. My sister and husband survived the Hunger Games. I have a daughter named Pulcheria who everyone calls Willow. She's the culmination of the love shared by Peeta and me, the two star-crossed lovers from District Twelve.

The last is a lie.

My daughter isn't my husband's. I've never tried to hide that from him. Peeta knew before he married me that my child wasn't his, but he's claimed her regardless. Willow's actual father has had to settle for being her godfather and honorary uncle. Gale's got his own part to play and it doesn't include being Willow's father.

And so do I.

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So head on over to check it out. Thanks for reading!