Thank you to everyone who reviewed and helped me find the flaws in the story and fix them. Also thank you all for the motivation and understanding. I know I kept you all waiting so very long for the final chapter and I am so sorry! It wasn't intentional I promise.

The biggest of thank you's go out to FadedSunset, melliemoo, gabz1197, gabisamore, and everyone else who has stuck with this story from the beginning! For all of you who have put up with my antics, character killing, diabolical cliffhangers, and more I have written this last bit I hope will satisfy.

So here is Titania Fellcrest for the last time in this story.

Dear President Paylor,

In my previous letters I told you the story of when I was young. How I lost, and regained, my best friend. During the which time I fought and won the Hunger Games. Later how I Mentored the love of my life as he experienced the same nightmare. Everyone knows these things who lived through those times. But no one knows my whole story. The memories of my life after my supposed death aren't something I want to think about.

It is only upon your request I tell you this.

I built arenas, that's true. I gave birth to Haymitch's son there. In fact I would have lost him if it hadn't been for a Peacekeeper named Wood whose assignment was to watch over me in the Arenas, make sure I stayed out of trouble, and most importantly make sure I survived. He's the same young Private who aided in my fake execution and threatened me and Maysilee on the train.

Despite this it wasn't until after eight long months of being largely pregnant in the terror world of the 51st Arena I even knew Wood existed. The other Builders had left me behind at camp while they worked on fixing a trap that kept glitching. I was certainly too big and too slow to be of any good. Except for kidnapping. Which is exactly what happened when the others were gone.

I don't remember much after that except a frightening image of President Snow talking nonsense to me about his son's wife being sterile. I woke up back at camp. A half healed scab across my no longer bulging lower abdomen was the only evidence of what had occurred. They took me and cut out my baby so Athanasios could have a child. All the questions he'd asked about my health suddenly made sense. Why he wanted a Mistress, why he took his time, and why his wife was happy for him to have me.

Though it sounds melodramatic, in the moment I realized this I wanted to die more than any person ever had. I'd been Reaped, turned into a killer, my father murdered, I was bid for, claimed, harassed, the nation turned against me, and my lover taken from me as well as our child. I felt like an empty shell who'd been abused to the fullest extent possible.

The Builders found me eventually. Despite their attempts to get me to not give up I laid there on the ground wishing I'd died a long time ago. It wasn't until Wood finally stepped into my realm of acknowledgement that things turned around. He hauled me up to a sitting position and gently handed me a squirming bundle.

My son Korbin.

Warmth shot through my entire body and just as strongly as my desire to die came a desire to live. This Peacekeeper saw what happened and couldn't bear to be a part of stealing Korbin away after everything he'd done to me. So he'd faked my little baby's death, to pay back Snow for having Wood do the same to me, and stealthily returned the baby to me. I didn't entirely trust him in that moment. All we did was share a common consensus that my son was to remain a secret until he could hold his own. Someday though I would trust him and more.

In the Arenas I quickly learned I was way in over my head. None of the Builders blinked when I said I was a Victor. In fact a couple of them laughed. Not the leader though. Xether. He was from District three and had won his Games by default. Yet he knew how it changed a person. He took me in like a daughter and despite my complete inability to make traps he found ways for me to be useful. Like keeping the mutts in line while they did the construction.

Which is the way my son grew up. Each year we'd be forced to go in and put the final touches on the next Arena. I would keep watch while he sat and watched the Builders do what they do. Build deadly, dangerous, terrible things. This must be what made him so good at it later, but I digress.

With the exception of my son the Builders I worked alongside could be put into two distinct groups. The original group took me in, fed, and trained me. The second group I ended up leading by pure default. All but me and two others of the original group were wiped out in an accident where the muttations we were raising got loose. Or rather, were let loose. Xether laid among the fallen. I'd been building the longest out of the survivors, so I became the leader, despite my weakness in actually building something. Probably due to the fact that the other two were only in their third year of building.

As time passed by, new Builders were brought to replace the old ones. By the time I turned forty-three there was only five Builders. Korbin, Calixa and Egan who survived the muttation attack with me, the Peacekeeper Wood who was an honorary member of our team, and myself. Barely enough people to function in those early phases of the Arenas.

Those numbers changed dramatically the next year Builder recruitment-wise. I would later find out this is because the Rebellion was beginning. All in the same month we received three new additions to our team. Madge Undersee came first. As soon as she arrived I knew exactly who she was meant to replace: me. It took a lot to not hate her as I trained her to take my place in the Builders.

Next came a rather odd couple. Franz obviously had put in time as a Peacekeeper, seeing as he was a Victor worthy fighter, but had turned Rebel shortly before being captured. His partner Oscar on the other hand happened to be the most mild mannered man I'd ever met. In fact everything about him was was mild: his voice, friendliness, temper, the way he handled you when treating wounds, and just, well, everything. The two balanced one another and made invaluable additions to my team. Two others joined our team.

However, despite the fortunes and misfortunes of having more hands on deck, things were unraveling. The regular food supplies sent to us had stopped coming. The Peacekeepers grew increasingly intolerant. Anything able to be even slightly considered insubordinate or mutinous was treated with violent force. I got my first bullet wound out of it. Each day Wood told me the news of what was happening in the outside world. Then he would beg me to break free of the Arena. We both knew whatever Snow wanted me for was going to come. Whether before or after I got myself killed was the question. I had a replacement lined up after all.

I know you asked me for the details of my time in the Arenas in order to corroborate my story with the other survivors, however I refuse to give specifics on how the Builders escaped the 76th Arena. Suffice to say, it wasn't without price. Five of us died in that escape. Including Wood. I'm sure the others will be able to give you more information than I can as there is a gap in my memory for part of the battle.

When we escaped we found our way to District Ten. There Korbin, Madge, Calixa, Egan, and I worked for the rebels. It was something the Peacekeepers never saw coming. We turned the knowledge we had back on them. Korbin was particularly brilliant. Each rebel squad had an armband that would deactivate Capitol pods within fifty feet. It certainly helped even the field.

Before the beginning of summer I was called to District Thirteen on business. There I met with Alma Coin. Though I don't need to remind you of this meeting since you and several other Rebel leaders were there also.

After the war the Rebels we had fought with for the whole war learned that we had no documentation to prove who we were. During the mad rush to root out spies and Capitol supporters after the war was won President Coin had my little band brought to the Capitol. I didn't appreciate the harsh manner we were treated with upon arrival. However I understand that it being a time of national crisis called for sweeping up potential threats.

In the Capitol we were tested and interrogated quite rigorously until just before Alma's death when some of President Snow's private documents were found. They detailed a plan where a selected member of the Builders would be implanted with a device akin to mind control. The person would be forced to kill the succeeding President upon activation. They would take the fall for President Snow and likely he would find a way to take back the country. You can see Alma would have died either way.

And no, the Undersea girl has not been implanted.

Again I cannot stress the importance of this remaining quiet President. Many over-zealous Rebels would still kill both the Builders and I though the device implanted in my spinal column has long since been deactivated. I cannot guarantee the safety of anyone who comes after me. If people caught wind of a Builder killing a Rebel it could rip our already unstable nation into shreds as our fate is decided. Seeing as it has yet to be decided.

Still I appreciate your letting me and the other Builders return to our homes for the time being. District Twelve is in desperate need of all the help it can get. Though I suppose much of the nation is in such a shape at this time. We have learned the hard way that the price of freedom is peace.

As for the favor you asked, I report that it is going over well. I have since been reunited with Haymitch Abernathy. Somehow the romance we'd developed as children hasn't died in all the years of separation. In the short time we have known one another Paylor I have come to think of you as a friend and I wish you a similar happiness. Of lost love and dreams long ago dashed suddenly being reimagined. I cannot think of a better way to raise one's spirit after the being in the throws of tragedy.

With the highest regards,

Titania Fellcrest