A/N: Chapter warnings in FULL effect. Please see Chapter One (Prologue) if you need to revise them. You have been warned.

"Our community has grown too large to sustain itself. There has been talk for a couple months now about separating into multiple communities with different focuses. This would still be the original village, our Capitol if you will, but new villages could be built elsewhere to contribute to everyday life. Neighbors helping, neighbors. A Utopia built from our ashes. Can you imagine? A whole country built on trade. To think that I'm going to be part of history is amazing."

-Susan Deerbrooke

The Daily News Archives

Chapter Three: The Announcement

I waited until dinner that night to tell Prim and Mom about the hunting.

"So, I was in the market this morning and I overheard from one of the Peacekeepers that they are turning on the electric fence full time. It hasn't happened yet, not that I've heard at least, but from what I understood it could be as early as tomorrow."

I had their full attention now. Prim may hate the idea of killing animals, but she also knew that without that food we never would have survived Dad's death. She was young then, but it's hard to forget the gnawing ache of starvation settling in.

"But Katniss, what'll we do for food then?" Prim asked.

"Don't worry, little duck. I'll think of something. In the meanwhile, I have some money I've been saving up for a special occasion that we can use to get by. We can use that to buy food instead. We won't starve Prim, I won't allow it."

Primrose's eyes were watering a little but she put on a brave smile and nodded her head. Mother, who'd been silent through this exchange, broke the silence.

"I can make some healing remedies to sell." she said.

My head whipped away from Prim to stare at her instead. My cheeks flushed immediately as anger rose through my veins, igniting at her words. I wanted to scream and rage against her.

Why!? Why now!? Why not when I was a little girl wasting away into nothing, watching my baby sister die a slow painful death.

"I can help!" Prim chimed in, breaking me of my thought process.

"I'd like that Prim. I can teach you the recipes for the remedies we used to make in your grandparents apothecary when I was younger."

I sat there in silence, blown away by what happened. Mom and Prim continued to talk around me, no doubt planning how they were going to begin their new business. Prim was smiling though, and I knew that I'd have to let the anger go for now.

"Well, I guess if you two are going to be making the remedies, I'm going to be collecting the ingredients. I don't know how much I'll be able to collect without going under the fence, but maybe we can grow more from what I do find?" I ask.

" That should work, Katniss dear. We can set up a spot in the yard to grow what we need readily. We'll just need some fresh dirt and then some water and sunshine should take care of the rest."

Mother stood from the table and began to collect the dirty dishes. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her so lively. There was a smile on her face and she was humming as she washed the dishes in the sink. I stayed in my seat at the table with Prim, just watching them both. They were so happy and I couldn't believe it but I found myself being grateful to President Snow. If he hadn't been so petty as to take Peetas helping of a little girl as a sign of rebellion, then things might still be the same as before. I felt like laughing aloud, but instead a smile curved upon my face too. Somehow I think it's all going to be worth it.

Thank you Peeta.

A month had passed by quickly as I helped Mom and Prim with setting up what turned out to be a mobile apothecary. They would mix the remedies and make house calls on the poor people in the Seam, trading their medicine for food and the like. Prim was flourishing under Mother's care and learning so quickly that Mother even allowed Prim to make some of the simpler tonics by herself after only a few weeks practice.

I spent my time exploring District 12 from inside the fence for once, looking for anything green growing in the ground. I'd then bring it back to Mother and Prim for identification if I didn't recognize it, or if I did, I'd collect what I could and mark off an area in our yard to plant and grow our own. I spent a lot of time checking the journal Mom brought with her from her family when she married Dad. It had pictures and descriptions of different plants that could be used. Dad had also added his own ideas of things you could eat to survive. It's what had kept Prim and I alive after his death. In a way, we were lucky that this had happened now, during planting season, and not a month ago where winter was still upon us. This way we could first grow what we need and then dry and store what remains when fall and then winter hits.

Haymitch had come around exactly one week after he stopped by the first time, just to tell me that there was no news but that he was still listening. He also told me to stay out of trouble again. I had asked him about frequenting the Hob and he decided it probably wasn't a good idea, but if I really needed something I couldn't get anywhere else to let him know and he'd get it. I suppose I was just as stubborn as Gale since the idea of having to ask for help when it was something I could do myself really rubbed me the wrong way. I decided that I would only ask if there was no other solution and hopefully that would be the end of that. Otherwise I'd just have to suck up my pride. Haymitch told me he would come by every week on Monday following that visit just to let me know what he'd heard. So far? Nothing.

I hadn't seen much of Gale recently since he joined the Mines. He worked everyday but Sunday so what little I did see of him was on that day. I had been afraid of what he might do, but so far he hasn't gone into the woods at all, even though the fence hasn't been turned on yet. He only asked me once if I'd heard anything new from the Peacekeepers on whether they still planned to turn on the fence or not. That was about two weeks ago and I just told him no. Since then he hasn't mentioned anything more about it. The fact that he hasn't said anything since has left me a little worried, but his siblings seem okay and the last time I saw his mother Hazelle, she hadn't said anything worryingly.

Today was the 8th and so I was on my way to wait in line at the Justice Building, like I did every 8th of the month, for my three batches of tesserae containing grain and oil. Normally Gale would be coming with me, but since he was no longer of age I was on my own. Instead I was forced to wait patiently in line for my turn as others from the Seam, or those who were just desperate, waited with me. The worst was seeing the kids who had only just turned twelve signing up for multiple tesserae. I myself had chosen to do so when I was just twelve so that I could feed both my Mother and Prim. I didn't regret it, but it made me angry to see others forced to do so as well.

I finally reached the front of the line, and after a small prick on the finger to confirm I really was named Katniss Everdeen, I was allowed to fill my cart with the meager offerings. I'd never seen anyone attempt to steal tesserae but I suppose it could have happened without DNA confirmation. The large amount of outside Peacekeeper force helped as well. You never see as many Peacekeepers as you do on reaping days and collection days.

I was almost home when I finally noticed the Peacekeepers weren't staying just in Town today though. Haymitch would skin me alive if he knew how complacent I'd gotten this past month with nothing happening. Now I could feel the blood pumping in my veins, speeding toward my heart as adrenaline kicked in.

From what I could tell they were going from door to door, knocking loudly, and handing something to those who answered. Everyone else would come home to a notice nailed to their front door. I itched to go read one, but instead picked up the pace toward home. If they were going door to door, then my home would see one soon enough, and I'd rather be there to get it then not.

Gravel was crunching under my boots and the wheels of the cart as I moved as fast as I could possibly go. The grain and oil were surprisingly heavy considering how shortly one ration lasted and my arm was aching by the time I'd reached my front door.

There was a Peacekeeper just climbing the steps to knock so I announced my presence behind him.

"I'm behind you, Sir." I said, trying to ease out my ragged breathing from rushing. The sir I tacked on just in case he'd be more likely to answer any of my questions if I were polite.

"May I help you?" I asked.

The Peacekeeper had turned to face me and I could already tell by his menacing stance that he wasn't a District 12 local. Aside from a few, most Peacekeepers felt so far removed from the Capitol in District 12 that they were fairly relaxed people. In fact, the Head Peacekeeper Cray was someone I used to sell too. He was always willing to buy any turkey I caught.

"Notice from the Capitol." He said, then shoved the paper into my hand before stalking off around me. I let him go easily enough, he wouldn't answer any of my questions no matter how I worded them no doubt.

Instead, my eyes eagerly drank in the words.

An announcement from your President Snow is to take place, this 1st of May, in your town square. All able bodies are required to attend. No exceptions will be allowed.

An announcement? Could this be what Haymitch was talking about? I had to know.

I pulled the cart up to the steps and then quickly began to unload onto the porch. Once everything was there, I picked up the cart and walked the steps, shoving open the screen door and the solid wood door beyond it.

"I'm home!" I yelled. I waited a second for a response, but when none came I figured Prim and Mother were still out meeting patients.

I stowed the cart inside by the front door and then propped open the screen so I could carry in the grain and oil quickly. It took me a minute to properly stow it into the cupboards but I was done soon enough.

I quickly scribbled a note down on the notice for Mom and Prim to see and then left it on the kitchen table where they'd be able to find it easily enough.

Went out. Be back soon.

Food is in the cupboards.

Love,

K.

Then I was up and out the door again, making sure to close both of them tightly. There weren't any locks, but it's not like we had anything really worth stealing that no one would notice gone. In the Seam, stealing from each other is one of the worst offenses a person could accomplish. No one will sell to a thief and the thief was almost always caught. Not worth it in the end.

My house was on the edge of the Seam with the meadow stretching between us and the nicer merchant part of town. Haymitch on the other hand wasn't even in the nicer areas. When he won the 50th Quarter Quell for our District, he was given a house in the Victors Section. The Victors Village was past the nice area and the furthest you could possibly get from the Seam. Supposedly, he never left his house so that's where I was headed now.

I choose to stick to the edge of the District, avoiding the run of Peacekeepers as much as I could. As long as I stayed away from the center of town I should be able to avoid all but a few and even those I'd try to dodge around. It would be best if Haymitch and I weren't seen together too often.

The run, I couldn't stand to walk at this point, took about twenty minutes from start to finish. If I had been at the edge of the Seam I imagine it would've taken nearly an hour. The District is large to accommodate for our Coal mining, but little is used in housing and mostly centered around a single point, the Justice Hall. Victor's Village is about a half of a mile in a straight line from the Justice Hall, but I was taking a curved run from the outside, which made it much further.

By the time I'd made it to the edge of the Victors Village I was dripping in sweat despite the cool weather of Spring. I found myself wishing for even a little water to clench my thirst but I hadn't thought to bring any. Hopefully Haymitch would be true to form and still inside his house.

It didn't take me long to figure out which was his. All the other houses were dark with disuse and the only upkeep was from the groundskeeper and probably a maid of some sort who dusted the inside I couldn't see. Haymitch's house had the same outdoor look but there was a light on inside the house. Having met Haymitch once a week now for over a month, there was one thing predictable about the man and that was that he was always drunk and never, ever up this early. Not that I'd seen at least. I figured that meant the Peacekeepers had already been here but I glanced around cautiously before moving toward his home.

I knocked on the door quietly at first, and then loudly when no one came to answer after a minute.

I heard a curse inside and the sound of something crashing to the floor which caused me to flinch minutely. Then there was nothing till the door swung open quickly.

"What do you want this ti... Why hello there, Sweetheart. Isn't this a nice surprise," He drawled, a smirk curving at his lips. He had a bottle in one hand and the other he used to lean against the siding of the door. Hs clothes were rumpled and I could smell the stench of alcohol and unwashed filth emanating from him even standing several feet away. I fought the urge to bring my hand up to my mouth and to cover my nose.

Instead, I walked forward and shoved him out of the way so I could enter his house. Surprising me, he barely stumbled and only swayed lightly on his feet. I glanced around me. The inside was just as rancid as his body in smell, and the floor was littered in garbage, vomit and puddles of clear liquid which I hoped was either water or alcohol and not urine. The vomit was nausea inducing enough and I was pretty sure that those tiny brown balls on the floor were rat droppings.

I carefully made my way around the trash and toward the light in the back of the house, to which I assumed was the kitchen.

"Well, what do you think?" He said sarcastically, arms spread out wide as he spun them in a short circle. He stumbled finally, still drunk then, and I couldn't help sighing.

Looking around me I spotted a window which I promptly pried opened, and then did a quick search for coffee to wake him up. He had slumped at the table after his turn about the room, sound asleep, with his head now lying in a puddle of drool coming from his open mouth.

It took me a couple minutes to get the water boiling on the stove and search for the press to make coffee with. After it was done boiling, I poured it into the container, stirred in the grounds, and then used the filter and rod to press down until all of the grounds were stuck in the bottom and I could pour out a cup of coffee. I also took the time to pour myself a glass of water from the tap and then brought both over to the table.

"Haymitch."

"HAYMITCH."

"HAYMITCH!" I shouted.

Luckily I was standing a few feet away as he came up swinging, a knife that I had never noticed suddenly in one hand with a wild look in his eyes. I darted even further away just in case.

He finally seemed to get his wits about him as his swings slowed and I saw his eyes actually taking in everything around him.

"Damn it, Sweetheart! What are you trying to do? Give an old man like me a heart attack?"

I decided to let it go. Haymitch was 16 when he won the games, and now 25 years later he was hardly old, but I did know that he had survived what was probably the worst Game so far. As long as I was a few feet away, he could swing his knife around as much as he wanted.

"As if you'd die of a heart attack. Drink up, sober up." I said, pushing the mostly clean cup I had found across the table and into his hand.

He cupped it with his left and slowly brought it to his mouth, still watching me. After he took a sip of the coffee, he set it down on the table and didn't make a move to pick it up again.

I decided to mirror our first meeting and took the the seat across from him at the table.

"So what brings you to my humble abode?" he asked.

After the long run I had no patience, not exactly unusual for me, and cut to the chase.

"I got the notice. Has a Peacekeeper been by here yet?" I asked. I still figured they had but I suppose you never know.

"Oh, they've been by alright. Knocking on my door at the crack of dawn. Like it was something important."

"Haymitch, it's almost noon."

"Exactly," He replied, like noon and dawn were one word with the same meaning.

"Did you find out anything more at least then was on the paper? I had an outsider at my door and didn't bother to ask." I told him.

He shifted around in his seat a bit.

"Nah, I had an outsider as well. You'd think it was a conspiracy, right? I'm assuming what you're really asking though, is whether this is Snow's move. Probably, although the fact that the whole District has been called is interesting. It might have to do with this years Hunger Games although it's a little early this year. Usually they do the reaping in the Summer."

He says usually, but they always do the reaping in the Summer. The Capitol has the ability to change any arena to whatever climate they want, so even if it is summertime, it can be wintertime in the Games. I had a feeling in my gut that this was about me, but I also knew Haymitch was right though and I couldn't think of a reason why the whole District would be involved.

"Look, I'll make some calls and see what I can find out. It's only the beginning of April so you have almost a month before anything happens. Let me take care of things, and unless something comes up, I'll see you on Monday again as usual."

He looked ready to pass out again on the table so I took that as my nod to go. I stopped half way through rising from the table though and hesitated for a moment and then decided, what the hell.

"It's another Quarter Quell this year." I stated.

He said nothing, but his body ended up doing all the talking for him. Muscles tightening, shoulders hunching together and forward slightly, a twitch of the wrist. Looking for a weapon, maybe? Their was a furrow at his brow now that had never been there before.

"Okay." I said and then got up and walked out of the kitchen. Haymitch obviously wouldn't talk about it and I wasn't going to force him, not when he was helping me. I skirted the trash again and exited through the front door.

No one was around outside, but I decided I needed the time to think and chose to take the long route again. I walked slowly this time though, lost in thought. Trying to figure out what it all means. All I ended up with was questions and no answers.

Everyone talked for weeks about the notice and what it could mean. Even Gale, who was usually just as silent as me, wouldn't shut up about. I don't think I've ever heard him speak so much in one time period as he did that Sunday after the notice went up. He, of course, chose to assume it had something to do with the fence because of the false information I gave him. I choose to just hum as if saying yes in agreement when he asked my opinion about it all. Lying to him was killing everything for me, but somehow Gale had become even more attached than usual. He would grab my hand almost always now, dwarfing mine in his large, strong grip. I was too afraid of what he would think if I yanked mine away, so I allowed it and generally tried to pretend it wasn't happening.

It didn't help that he didn't care who was watching and chose to do so even in front of our families. Prim took to teasing me in her sweet way about how Gale was my boyfriend now and Mom took to smiling during all of it.

Eventually she would tell Prim to, "Leave your sister alone, dear."

Her smile while saying it though was telling enough that she too thought Gale and I were dating. I couldn't even deny it because I was pretty sure that Gale thought we were. Every week I saw him now I prayed silently that he wouldn't try to kiss me. He had started coming over after shift ever other day or so and staying for dinner, so now I didn't just see him on Sunday.

The announcement was just days away now. Hopefully, I would finally know what Snow had planned and then I could finally tell Gale everything.

Would he still speak to me? I wasn't too sure about that, but this couldn't go on for much longer. I had a feeling that Hazelle and Mom were already planning the wedding as it was. Luckily I was only just 17 and they would have to wait a year before I could legally get married. Panem required all citizens be 18 unless the couple was granted a license by the Capitol for special circumstances.

Today I was meeting Haymitch, which was why I was still hanging around the house this late in the day. He had sent me a message just yesterday that he had news that I needed to hear which was why we were meeting on a Wednesday instead of Monday.

A knock came at the door and I was up and opening it within seconds. We greeted each other as usual, with no words, and I quickly ushered him in before one of the neighbors saw him and decided to mention his visit to Mother or Primrose. It was always a possibility, but at least in my own home I could control who came and went, unlike the outdoors. Haymitch's house would've been even worse as technically you weren't suppose to visit that area of the District unless you had family there. Haymitch had no family left though.

"Morning, Sweatheart," he said in his casual drawl.

"Afternoon, Haymitch," I replied just as sugared.

"Semantics." He replied and then we smiled at each other. Surprisingly enough, we got on rather well once the claws were down.

"So what's the news?" I asked.

"Straight down to business as usual." He did that little thing he does where he looks at me and places his elbows on his knees, slouching down a bit. I once tried to mimic it and almost fell flat on my face. Prim, who had been with me at the time, wouldn't stop asking me if I was alright.

"So, I got a call from a buddy of mine. Apparently every District got the same notice for the same date. He's pretty sure that Snow is making a speech about the next Game although no one knows what's been decided because its so early. Usually, they do the reaping at the end of Summer, like with Peeta, and the Games take place three weeks before harvest time. So, figure about a week of travel time and then training and interviews total. Then, for two weeks we have the Games. After we have more interviews and then the winner is taken home for the Harvest Festival. So basically a month total from start to finish. The victor will have to a do a victory tour also but that takes place about half way between the last Game and the new Game. I'm sure you remember the winner of the last game." I could never forget, I thought. "She should have been on her way through at the first of this month, but I'm guessing the announcement has postponed it. When she does she'll start in 12 and then make her way down, of course skipping 2, and then hit that last after Capitol. The winning District always goes last."

He paused for a moment and I stood to fetch him some water. I ended up grabbing myself some as well before bringing it to the table. He took a couple sips before he started talking again.

"Anyway, so my buddy thinks that something big is going to be happening for the Quarter Quell this year. Something that actually caused the President to postpone the Victory Tour and send out notification a month in advance."

It was hard to think about the announcement when Haymitch was just talking about the bitch who butchered Peeta. She didn't even try to make it an easy death, instead using her knifes to first cripple him so he couldn't get away, and then carving away at him piece by piece. She had pinned his arms to the forest floor with two of those knives so she could take her time. Piercing through muscle and bone until he couldn't struggle and then he screamed and screamed as blood pooled around him. It seemed to take hours before he stopped, his voice no doubt gone, and she grew bored enough to slit his throat.

Bile was rising in my throat and I did a slow countdown back from 12 to clear my thoughts. When the memories weren't so vivid I was able to focus back onto the issue of this years game.

"Does he any information on the notice itself? Does it have anything to do with me?" I asked. I still felt like vomiting and my voice was slightly hoarse because of it. Haymitch gave me a slightly concerned look before giving me a sad smile. No doubt he was having the same thoughts as mine only he'd had more practice at it and definitely more alcohol to numb it.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I guess we'll both just have to be surprised."

I nodded my head and then we just sat in silence for awhile. I guess in a way it was nice to have someone who understood me besides Gale. Lately all Gale sees is what he wants to.

"I'll be glad when it's over," I whisper. "There has to be some peace in knowing."

"Maybe."

Yeah. Maybe.

Announcement day had come at last, and Mom had decided to lay out reaping wear. I wanted to protest, but things had been so good between us lately I kept my mouth shut. Instead I washed up when asked and then helped Prim with the bow on the back of an old dress of mine she was wearing, while Mother braided my hair. Then we switched spots and and Prim fixed the bow on the back of my dress and Mother braided Prim's hair.

We had a small breakfast, just in case the news was sickening, and then headed out the door together as a family.

"Come on, Little Duck."

I gave Prim my best smile and then took her hand in mine. She smiled back happily and amazed me as usual with her positive outcome on life. There was no doubt in my mind that her smile was real, unlike mine which strained at the edges. I glanced up at Mom, who was walking on Prim's right and she smiled at me too. Soon we were swinging Prim's arms back and forth as she giggled outrageously. She was too big to pick up and swing, but somehow I don't think Prim minded. I don't think I minded either.

We were soon in town and took our place among the masses stretched out before us in front of the Hall of Justice. The platform was outfitted like a standard reaping, with the giant screen blocking out a huge area, and a podium set just to the side for our District escort. The last few years it had been Effie Trinket, a woman without sense or fashion. Usually only those lowest on the totem pole were assigned District 12. I'm sure she couldn't wait to move up.

Sure enough, just as people began to settle and quiet, the clacking of ridiculous high heeled shoes sounded off the hard surface of the platform edge. I watched as Effie climbed the short steps and walked to the podium.

"Welcome, Welcome everyone. Isn't this a surprise? I'm sure all of you are probably buzzing in curiosity, wondering what today is all about. Don't worry, I'm here to tell you all about it. First though, a message from our beloved President. I give you President Snow!" she said with a theatrically wave of her arm and then the screen hummed to life.

"Greetings, people of Panem. I look before you, all of you, in honor of this special occasion. On this year, we have the grace of being gifted with a very special occasion. As in every year, the Games will soon be upon us once more. This year though, we have the 75th annual Hunger Games. Our 3rd Quarter Quell so far."

He paused here and it honestly felt like his eyes were following me as he glanced out at what I imagine was an imaginary crowd. There was something about President Snow that was truly frightening in a way nothing else had ever been.

"In the Treaty of Treason, it talks about how every year the Districts must give up one man and one woman from the ages of 12 to 18. That every 25 years from the start of this treaty there will be an occasion unlike any other. That time is upon us now. After some careful deliberation, a decision has been made as to what that special circumstance will be which I will read aloud now."

We watched in silence as a District as he picked up the yellow envelop from his desk and opened it.

"This years Hunger Game is in honor of unity. To show the people of Panem that we are still one single nation, each District will give up one man and one woman from the age of 12 to 18 from random selection. These brave young men and women will all be taken to a group training camp one month before the games, with their mentors, where they will all train together and be given the opportunity to really learn everything they need to survive the games. Upon completion of their months training, they will then be entered into the games with a partner,"

He paused again, waiting, giving people a moment to collect themselves.

"They will be entered into the games with a partner," he repeated, "from another District. To win the games both tributes from the partnership must survive together. Only one partnership can win."

He set the paper down and folded his hands together elegantly.

"To quickly clarify a few points, only one tribute out of each District has a chance to win. A tribute will be dependent on their partner, chosen randomly from another District tribute of the opposite sex from themselves, to survive. Death of their partner signals their disqualification from the game, although the living partner won't be removed from the Game and still counts as an opponent to anyone still competing. Everyone must be dead except for you and your partner to win. The winning couple's earnings will be split equally between both Districts in the end. How appropriate, no? Especially after last years games to show the unity and friendship between Districts."

Peeta. He's talking about Peeta and Rue. He's talking to me and suddenly I'm glad I hadn't eaten. I'm going into the games. I just know it.

"I wish every pairing good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

The screen went blank and I stood still in shock. My face drained of color.

"Marvelous. Simply, marvelous isn't it? This could be the most exciting game yet!" Effie crowed. "Well, then. More details will be released soon but first we have our tour to complete. Last years victor will now be beginning a slightly delayed, but no less important no! Yes, a slightly delayed victory tour! As for this years games, let me just sign off with, Happy Hunger Games everyone!" then with a beaming smile and a wave to the crowd, she and her tapping shoes exited the stage.

The crowd stood silent for a minute before the gradual chatter of whispers picked up and then turned into loud chattering to be heard over one another as people left the square.

I followed Prim in a dazed fashion when she tugged on the edge of my sleeve.

Tribute. I was going to be tribute.

Checkmate, good game Snow. You win in the end.

A/N: I hope you read my warning and weren't too sickened by my brutal memory on Peeta's death. Yes, Clove was the winner. Yes, that means Cato was never in the games last year. How? I de-aged him less than a year so he was JUST 17, almost 18, and therefor qualifies this year too. Writers prerogative people.

One more chapter to go, Cloves tour, before the training begins and you meet Cato. Please, don't expect an easy sappy romance. It won't happen. What you can expect is lots of UST. Thank me later. (REVIEW, cough)

I used a few facts directly from Catching Fire to better describe things in this chapter, although I used my own words to do it. I am aware that the yellow envelop is suppose to be written at the time of the treaty conception, but because the author ignored that any way, I decided to get rid of it altogether and make the decision by committee. The Snow Committee :)

I chose to make my own set timeline for the games based around the American Thanksgiving holiday, or to Panem, the harvest. I'm sick that way. Please try not to nit pick too much unless you see a big error. Then please review and let me know.

I believe Katniss was 17 when married. Sorry people, that had to change so I made a new rule. Not that she's getting married.

The quotes at the top of my stories are "what if" situation quotes. In my world, war struck, the air became toxic, and almost everybody died. Natural disasters after that happened are a possibility but with our world situation right now, I figure war was a more likely destroyer. Anyway, the quotes show a progression in the building of Panem as we know it now.

Thank you all for reading. PM me with any questions or suggestions and please, for the love of god, REVIEW.

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