Part 1: Different Kinds of Allies

Katniss' POV

I'm not one to believe in the impossible or unrealistic. I've always been the sane and practical one in my family. It's always been like that after my dad died, I've had to take care of my sister Prim and when I volunteered for her in The Hunger Games, I knew I was facing impossible odds. I didn't know at the time if I could win, there's twenty-four of us and only one comes out. But when I saw Prim and my mother, she made me promise that I would try to win for her. When I'd seen Madge and she presented me with a Mockingjay pin, I walked towards the doors that led to the train, the train would take me away, maybe forever and have no idea what was in store for me. Prim's words echoed in my head as I stepped off the platform into the awaiting end of my life. Peeta Mellark stands next to me, I avoid his eyes, but I can feel his eyes on me. I steal a quick glance and his eyes are possibly sympathetic and hardly re-assuring. I keep my composure and step into the train.

Little did I know, two very different worlds were about to collide and I left impossible back at the Reaping.

I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I CREATE, THE REST BELONG TO THE PERSPECTIVE AUTHORS.