I was right.

The day after I confronted Snow, we put him on air. We filmed it in his cell, making sure everyone could see that he's shackled, wearing a prison jumpsuit, and thoroughly defeated.

He read from a carefully prepared script that me, Peeta, Haymitch, Plutarch, and Beetee spent a while crafting.

He admitted the war was lost. He 'formally' surrendered both himself and his army, symbolically signing a doctored up piece of paper. He ordered his troops to stand down, disarm, and give themselves up to us. He ordered the Capitol's defenses to be lowered, allowing us to drive right in instead of fighting our way through the streets. Quentin and his men arrested the entire high leadership, making sure the entire thing was broadcasted. We don't want anyone doubting that the war is, in fact, over.

The part that Peeta and I had the biggest hand in was his words about the Games. He told how he always knew they were evil, but he thought them necessary to control the Districts.

Then came the part we knew would be hard for a lot of people.

We forced him, on air, to read the names of every single Tribute that he sent into the Games that didn't make it back out. Even the Careers. I remember how Cato was in those fateful moments before I shot him. He had realized he was always meant to die, that he never really had a chance. It's not their fault they were born in Districts where training Tributes was almost fanatical.

It took him a while to read the list, and by the end of it, he's obviously spent. I'd even venture to say he showed a bit of emotion, but I know just as well as the next person that he's evil to his core.

Then, just like that, it was over.

As soon as we got home from the broadcast, reports came streaming in from every District. The Capitol army was following their orders and peacefully surrendering. We had decided beforehand that we would detain each and every one of them before we make a decision about what to do with them. We know there are going to be trials - a lot of them. Especially with the despicable people in Snow's inner circle.

Quentin videoconferences in from the Capitol to give us updates, and tells us the citizens, for the most part, have holed themselves up in their homes. They're terrified of what's going to happen to them now that the leader of the country is from 12, not the Capitol.

That's another thing.

Haymitch is now President of all of Panem. Every District. The Capitol. Every single citizen of this country is now under the rule of Haymitch Abernathy. He takes it in stride, and Peeta and I again marvel at how much he's changed in the past year. It's like he was born to do this.

His first address to the country is short and sweet. He announces that the war is over and promises that we will rebuild the country together. He stresses that there are to be no reprisals against anyone, on either side. Now is a time for healing, he says, and forgiveness.

Pretty soon after Snow's broadcast, what seemed like the entire current population of 12 gathered outside our house. Spilling across the street and into the large grassy quad, the seemingly thousands of people cheered, chanted 'Mellark!' and 'Abernathy!', sang songs, and rejoiced. It was quite a scene. We had to call in a platoon to cordon off our house. We were afraid if we didn't, people would literally fall over themselves trying to see us.

When we did finally come out onto the porch, I swear the noise was louder than the Tribute Parade before the 74th Games. Peeta, Haymitch and I stood there, witnessing first hand what we helped accomplish. I don't think any of us consciously did it, but we soon linked hands and raised them up, just like Peeta and I did when we got back from the Games. The cheering got even louder, and I was glad we left the twins in the nursery. It might've burst their eardrums.

Someone handed Peeta a bullhorn, probably the same one we used outside the Justice Building when the mob was there.

When the crowd saw he wanted to speak, it took but a split second for silence to engulf the entire Village.

"Thank you all for your kind reception," he began. "We've just learned that all across every District and the Capitol, Snow's army is surrendering." That brings a loud, approving roar. He waits until they quiet down again. "I'd like for all of us present here today to take a moment and remember the brave souls who gave their lives so that we might see a day like today. Please join us in a moment of silence."

Everyone bowed their heads, including us. I sought out Peeta's hand and he intertwined our fingers, both of us squeezing as hard as we can for emotional support.

After a minute or so, Peeta brought the bullhorn back up so he can speak.

"Thank you. We are incredibly moved that each and every one of you put their faith in us. I can say without a shred of doubt that today is a new beginning for our country. A new dawn. No longer will people be afraid of their government. No longer will parents have to watch as their children are selected to go into Arenas to survive and kill. No longer will the elite rule over the less fortunate. We, as a nation, have to move forward. We must learn to let go of the past, but never forget it. We must learn how to forgive, but make sure the people that deserve it are accordingly brought to justice."

There's another roar of applause as Peeta handed the bullhorn to Haymitch.

"A year ago, I was a hopeless drunk. Not that you all didn't already know that." There's laughter and chuckling all over. "But then something happened. These two people beside me refused to let me keep killing myself slowly with a bottle. They adamantly and relentlessly showed me that I was capable of so much more. I remember the night that Katniss and Peeta told myself and Katniss' sister the names they were planning to give to their children. It was then that they asked me to be their kids' godfather."

I remember that night clear as day. We had just picked out the names Joshua Haymitch and Eve Rue, and after we told Haymitch and Prim, we asked them to be godparents. I've never seen Haymitch so obviously moved with emotion, so grateful for something he deserved in the first place.

"That day was the last time I drank. If Katniss and Peeta were willing to allow me the privilege of being a godfather, the least I could do was quit drinking, something they'd been trying to get me to do for a long time."

He turned momentarily and smiles at us, giving us a comical wink.

"Today, I stand before you as your President. I am honored and humbled to have the opportunity to make a difference, to do my best to ensure that every citizen, no matter their class, race, ethnicity, wealth, and gender, is given the unalienable rights every human being is entitled to."

He paused, and took a deep breath.

"With that in mind, I would like to issue a Presidential decree."

Peeta and I knew what was coming, but we were both still overly excited about it.

"From this day forward, the sadistic and cruel Hunger Games are hereby outlawed and banished."

I'm still surprised none of us ended up bleeding from our ears. The crowd probably numbered a couple thousand, but the earth shook that day. It was almost like a shift, a shift from being surrounded by death and destruction to regaining everlasting hope.

Haymitch had come to us a few days prior in private. With Eve in his arms, he smiled down at her and told us while it would look like he was ending the Games for everyone, his biggest motivator were Eve and Josh. With tears in his eyes, he explained that we were his family, that he would do anything to keep us safe and happy.

The amount of work ahead of us is frankly a little intimidating. We have to create a new government. We have to start rebuilding. We have to learn, as a nation, how to heal deep wounds while looking to the future. We need to leave this world better than we found it for posterity.

We also need to deal with Snow. After his broadcast and the ending of the war, he's been sitting in his cell, his fate up in the air.

Sitting in our living room, the Victors and us debated, again, what to do with him.

A proposal was suggested that we hold a countrywide vote and let the people decide. While it is a good idea, we have neither the time nor the infrastructure to do that right now.

In the end, we decided to hold a public trial, even if it was mostly for show. After a day of lawyers presenting arguments, the Tribunal consisting of Haymitch, Finnick, Annie, Johanna, General Quentin, Peeta, and myself reached a quick verdict.

We found him guilty of a veritable myriad of heinous crimes. Murder, conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, kidnapping, crimes against humanity, and treason were just a few.

The sentencing proceedings lasted all of five minutes.

He is to be put to death.

That's why, right now, we're in the square, up on the steps of the Justice Building again.

Just like last time, Snow is brought out in shackles, waddling like a pathetic duck because his leg restraints restricted his movements.

We're not executing him in public. There's been more than enough violence. We don't want to traumatize or force anyone to watch him die.

He refused a last meal and declines to speak to the crowd gathered in the square.

We explain to the people what is going to happen, then we turn around and head inside.

Snow is guarded closely as we make our way downstairs. After a few turns, we arrive at the makeshift execution chamber. It's really just an interrogation room with a viewing window that we've emptied out.

"Do you still want to do this?" Peeta asks Haymitch quietly as we watch from behind the glass as two soldiers situate and ready Snow for execution.

"Yes," Haymitch nods. "We need some semblance of closure. All of us. I've wanted to kill this bastard since he threw me into the 50th Games."

"How do you want to do it?" I ask. We decided, after a ton of debate and yelling, to let Haymitch have the final decision in regards to the method of Snow's death.

"This is going to sound absolutely terrible," he rues sadly.

"It's okay," Peeta puts a friendly hand on our old mentor's shoulder. "Whatever it is, he deserves worse."

"I want him to suffer."

"Most everyone does," I agree.

"I'm going to shoot him and let him bleed out," Haymitch reveals, obviously nervous about our reaction. "I want him to sit there and know he's dying. I want him to know that there's nothing that can save him. I want him to die a slow, agonizing death."

"Then that's what you're going to do," Peeta surprise me by saying. I thought for a moment he'd be against such a thing.

"You don't think it's too cruel?" Haymitch asks him.

"That's not for me to decide," Peeta answers. "In any case, he deserves so much worse. He doesn't deserve a quick, painless death. Not one bit."

I just nod my agreement. Haymitch sighs.

"I need a pistol," he realizes. He's the president. He doesn't walk around armed. Not that I know of, at least.

"Use mine," I suggest as I unholster it and hand it to him.

"You sure?"

"Yes," I nod emphatically. "Just do me a favor."

"What?"

"Make sure he knows it's my gun."

"Will do, sweetheart."

I give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Peeta does the same, minus the kiss.

Haymitch walks out into the hallway, and Quentin and a few other high ranking military officials come in.

We watch as the door to the chamber opens and Haymitch slowly walks into the room. Snow looks up when he hears the door click.

"I must've done something to get the president to come see me," he grumbles.

"In accordance with the lawful sentence you have been given, the time has come for it to be carried out."

Snow just stares blankly ahead.

"Do you have anything you wish to say?"

"No."

"Very well. But before we begin, there's someone here to see you."

Snow looks puzzled.

The door opens again and Snow's eyes go wide when he sees who it is.

"Victoria?" He quietly asks as if he's afraid she'll disappear.

"Are you really my grandfather?" She asks when she walks to the middle of the room, standing next to Haymitch.

"Yes," he nods

Suddenly, she steps forward and slaps him across the face hard. A resounding 'thwap' echoes.

"You deserve this," she spits. "I may have been raised in the Capitol, but I despise you and everything you stand for."

"Please, Victoria, you have to unders-"

She cuts him off.

"No," she snaps. "I'm ashamed to be your granddaughter. You're a murderer. I hope you rot in hell where you belong."

Before she leaves, she gives him a slap on the other cheek, giving him matching welts.

She doesn't look back when she walks out.

We'd offered to let her observe with us, but she declined. She said she never had a grandfather to begin with, so him dying meant no more to her than anyone else. We respected her wishes, and vowed to keep her secret safe. Despite her pedigree, she's actually a very smart, beautiful, grounded, logical, empathetic individual. When we offered to bring her back to the Capitol, she declined. Instead, she decided, for the time being, to put her education to good use and help out at the hospital.

We told her how we'd used her to get Snow to give up. I assured her that at no point did we ever intend to actually kill her if Snow refused. We don't murder people in cold blood. The worst we'd do is take her into protective custody and spread a rumor she'd been killed.

Snow and Haymitch are alone in the room again.

Haymitch reaches to where he'd put my pistol in the back of his pants. He checks the magazine and chambers a round. The noise when he flips the safety off causes Snow to flinch.

"Just make it quick," he mumbles.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to do that. This is for everyone you ever hurt, Snow. This is for the families who lost loved ones. This is for killing everyone I loved. This is for Katniss and Peeta. This is for their children."

A single gunshot rings out.

Snow looks down at the blood already pouring out of his abdomen. I think he realizes it's a fatal wound, but it'll take a long time for him to die.

Haymitch stands there, the barrel still smoking.

"Just so you know," he gets Snow's attention. "This is Katniss' pistol."

With that, he turns and walks to the door.

Before he exits, he looks over his shoulder back at Snow, who's now moaning in pain.

"You're going to die in this room," he tells him gravely. "When we're finished with you, there will be nothing left but ashes."

We offer to have Haymitch over our house so he can see his godchildren and share a meal. He declines, and instead goes home. When I ask one of his bodyguards for a status update to see how he's doing, he tells me Haymitch has dove right back into his presidential duties. I'm sure we're going to have to help him at some point in the future, but for now, he obviously needs and wants to be alone.

Peeta and I walk home hand in hand, enjoying the spontaneous celebration that sprung up when it was announced that Snow has been executed. People mob us, hugging and thanking us profusely. It takes us over two hours to get home, when it's usually about a fifteen to twenty minute walk.

Finally we're back in our home. Walking upstairs, we go directly to the nursery.

"Thanks for watching them little duck," I whisper to Prim as she gently shuts the door to talk to us in the hallway.

"I should be the one thanking you," she smiles. "You know I love spending time with my niece and nephew."

"Well thanks anyways," Peeta grins and gives her a brotherly kiss on the cheek.

"I'm going to head home," Prim tells us. We're still deciding whether or not to fix, demolish, or leave their house alone after what happened. For now, Prim and my mom are in another house down the block.

She walks down the stairs and I hear the front door shut. For the first time in what seems like an eternity, it's just Peeta, me, and the twins alone in the house. It instantly reminds me of what it was like here before the war.

Without voicing a decision, we both look towards the nursery door. Peeta opens it and puts a hand on the small of my back, guiding me in. It's one of his little ways of protecting me. Truthfully, I just like the feeling.

We stand over their cribs for what must be hours, just staring at our magnificent children in silence.

While, yes, our actions have benefited the nation as a whole, we both know our main motivation was these two innocent babies. They now will grow up never having to experience something like a Reaping. One day, we'll have to explain all of this to them, tell them what we did and why we did it. But that's way in the future. For now, we're just going to be a family, building a life of happiness together.

"We did it," Peeta whispers.

"We did it," I repeat.

"Now what?"

"Now we live our lives," I answer. "Specifically, we need to find an architect."

"For what?"

I roll my eyes.

"Don't tell me you forgot. It was your idea after all."

When he still looks confused, I give him a break.

"Our house by the lake. If you still want to build it, that is."

"Of course," he quickly replies. "Sorry, we've just been so busy lately. Well, we've been busy for a long time."

"It's okay," I smile. "I know. I was right there with you, remember?"

"I could never forget, Katniss."

"Good answer."

We fall silent again, and I know this is the perfect time to tell him.

"Peeta, are you ready for our next adventure?"

"Our next adventure?" He asks. "What adventure?"

Our gazes meet and for the millionth time I wonder how I ever got so lucky.

He's waiting for me to answer, but I pause. I'm enjoying this moment way too much.

Finally, taking one last look at our children, I turn to him, cradle his face with my hands and kiss him.

Touching our foreheads together, staring into his eyes, I whisper.

"I'm pregnant."

A/N: Well, ladies and gentlemen, there it is. The last chapter of 'The Truth Revealed'. Thanks for sticking with me this long, and I'm glad people get enjoyment out of my silly stories. I can't tell you how much all your kind words and reviews help me each time I sit down to write.

A few people have expressed concerns, realizing that this story was in its final chapters.

It was a long time ago, but I decided to make this fic, which started with 'It Was A Lie', into a trilogy.

The next story will be about rebuilding their lives after the war. I haven't begun yet to formulate what I want to do with it, but it shouldn't be too long until I post the first chapter.

I am, however, struggling with what to name the new story. Any suggestions will be taken into consideration and greatly appreciated.

Again, thank you.