A/N: This is my seventh story, I think, and I hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to leave reviews or comments or suggestions if you want and favorite/follow the story. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! Enjoy the story!

The Revelation

I always knew that I was different. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew that I wasn't the same as the other kids. They would pretend that I couldn't hear their snickers and their whispers, like I was an animal, but I always knew that they were talking about me. I would always tell my mom that I was different, and that I didn't want to be different. She would always say that I was silly, and that I was special, not different, and that made me unique. I was always referred to her as her "special little gift" and she would never ever trade me for a "normal" child because that I was all that she needed.

I was born with many "special things" which is my mom's nice version of saying birth defects that can possibly kill me. My heart is twice the size for my body, and can give up at any second. I can't participate in any physical or seriously emotional strain, for a fear of a heart attack. When I was a baby, I was on a monitor for 3 months before I could go home, and I was fully equipped with an oxygen tank. As a precaution, my physician used me as a "trial run" for a new project. They placed a chip inside my heart that records and can even sometimes control my hearts beatings if they're not correct or constant. It keeps track of it on the small electrocardiograph that I keep in my back pocket, so that I can keep track of my heart. I was also born with a really serious case of myopia. I can barely see 10 feet in front of me. I wear really thick glasses in a square frame to conceal my eyes from the rest of the world. I am just a piece of work that my mom works double time for. My doctor's appointments, procedures, tests, supplies, and medication are really expensive, and even with the insurance my mother gets as a nurse, it doesn't cover everything. Although I am the complete screw up of a child, my mom still insists that I am the daughter she's always wanted, and she wouldn't trade me for the whole world.

I am the last piece that she has of my father. He left us when I was younger. Mom says that he was a good man, and loved me to death, but he had to leave for a reason that she never told me. I never questioned her about him, and I think that we are just fine the way we are, without my father. My mother says that I look and act exactly the same as he does. My thick, black hair, olive skin, and my gray eyes set me apart from my mother's fair pigmentation, blue eyes, and wispy locks of long blonde hair. I'm stubborn and determined, but my mother always says that my free-spirit and passion matches my father to a tee. She also says that I have a singing voice of an angel, strong and powerful like my father's and ever since I was little, I had the elegance of a gazelle.

Although I put on the façade that I didn't care about what others think, it did hurt me a little to see the way they reacted towards me. I remember on a sunny fall day when I was five. I was in kindergarten, and everyone was outside playing tag with the whole class. I decided to join the game, when a girl with blonde pig tails and hazel eyes told me that "I was weird and I couldn't play tag with all the unweird kids." Angrily, I stormed off into the field where the big kids played and sat in a lush patch of grass. As a sign of retaliation, I started to sing a song as beautifully as I could so that the other kids could see that I was having fun without them. None of them turned around, so I sat and sang quietly to myself playing with the leaves that the trees shed during this time of year. I organized them into a pattern and made a small carpet out of leaves. As I was perfecting the outer edges, a young pudgy boy with blonde hair and iridescently blue eyes stood before me.

"I'm sorry about what they said to you," they young boy says. "You can have this." He held out a single beautiful dandelion, the perfect shade of yellow, like the sun. I scowled at him through my glasses, and he ran off thinking that I was mad at him, but it was exactly the opposite. I admired Peeta Mellark for being the only one who had the guts to come apologize to me. I remember bringing the flower home and pressing it into a small book that I kept hidden behind the normal books on my shelf. From that day on, I never let what the other kids get to me after that. I always kept my head held high and my comebacks ready to fire.

My disabilities made me who I am: a strong, independent person who usually keeps to herself. But my insecurities got the best of me. I couldn't help but blame my estranged father for my problems. Obviously, half of it was his fault, and I was determined to find out the truth. My mother insisted that all she knew was basically what I knew too. She would always tell me, "Katniss you know as much about your father as I do, so let it be." He was beautiful, smart, brave, handsome, free, and most importantly forgiving. Although I seemed content with her answers, I really wasn't. But they were all answered on my sixteenth birthday a few months ago.

I was walking back home from school. I always take a shortcut through the field, unless it rains, so that I can avoid as many people as possible. Surrounding the field, are great trees that reach so high, you have to squint to see. I walked along the seam of the lush grass, when I see a man leaning against a trunk. It's like I've known him for years, but I've never seen him before. He has dark hair, and steely gray eyes that mimic my own. I rub my eyes, thinking that they're teasing me, but he's still there, but now he's smiling. I try to walk away as fast as I can, when he catches up to me.

"Ahh!" I scream trying to get away, but my condition makes it impossible for me to try. The man stands there looking at me with complete awe.

"Hello there," the man says. His clothes are all in a pure white color. I take two steps away from him, creating a safe distance.

"Who are you?" I ask. "What are you going to do to me?" I know how all these things end. I either end up alive and escaping his grasp, or dead in a garbage bag at the bottom of a lake. The man laughs, and the little wrinkles around his eyes crinkle.

"Oh baby girl," he says. "You don't know me, but I know you all too well. Kaya, it's me. I'm your father." I drop the small book bag I carry, while trying to process the information.

"First of all, it's Katniss," I say with a little sassiness. "Second of all, I don't know you, so how am I supposed to believe that you are my father?" He rubs his hands on his forehead.

"I know that your name, as in the one on your birth certificate, is Katniss Liliana Everdeen," my "father" says. "I also know that your real name is Kaya Evangeline, which means forgiveness." I start to walk away from him slowly.

"No you don't know me," I say and back up. "I don't know you and you don't know me okay?" I slowly retrieve my book bag and keep eye contact with the man.

"You are my daughter," he says. "Free like a baby deer and stubborn like a rusty nail in a wall." His smile still stays plastered on his face, which only makes this encounter even creepier.

"Fine," I start. "If you say that I'm your daughter, prove it to me." He laughs and accepts my challenge whole-heartedly.

"Let me start off with your birthday, which is May 8th, your favorite color is green, you have a little birthmark on the side of your stomach, you are allergic to peonies, and I know that I am desperately in love with your mother, Noelle," he says. How does he know about my birthmark? Or my allergy to Peonies? This is definitely weird. I give him an uncertain look, and he starts to take out a small locket. "Also, I have a picture of you when you were born and a little bit of your fuzzy hair."

"So you're telling me that you're my dad who left me when I was little?" I ask him.

"Now don't get mad," he says. "I have a reason as to why I left and I'm going to explain everything to you today, because it is your transformation day. First, I'd like to tell you my name. I'm Micah Everdeen." What does he mean by "transformation day?"

"I am confused," I say and Micah continues to talk.

"You always wondered why you were different from the others, so I am here to explain today. Kaya," he says but I cut him off.

"Katniss," I tell him. "It's Katniss." He seems disappointed, but obliges to call me by my name.

"Katniss, you and I are angels," Micah blurts out. Everything hits me like a time bomb. I suddenly can't breathe, and I can hear my electrocardiograph going out of whack.

"What?" is all I could manage to say.

"You were born the way you were so that you can fulfill your duty as an angel," he says. "Your heart, your eyes, it's all for a reason." I feel the air in my lungs seize up and he continues to talk. "You were born to find forgiveness in people; that is why your heart is twice as large as the others. You are Kaya, Angel of Forgiveness."

"You're crazy, I'm no angel," I tell him. "I'm not pure or whatever." He laughs at my little comment.

"Oh but you are the purest girl," he says. "Come let me show you where you are from." Micah summons two clouds for us to take back to heaven. I stand on the cloud, and we are met in a beautiful realm of people. They are so lovely and kind, much like the clouds. My clothes change from my school t-shirt and some shorts, to a beautiful white dress with luscious wings that sprout between my shoulder blades. "Welcome to heaven."

"It's so beautiful," I say. The land is all you could ever imagine. Lovely people of such pure hearts with golden halos that adorn the tops of their heads. I walk around on the fluffly clouds and back to my biological father and angel. He takes me back down to Earth and my angelic garbs, return back to my normal clothing. "So how many angels of forgiveness are there?"

"Only you," he says. "God had a very special plan for you, so you are the only Angel of Forgiveness. You find a bright and enticing soul, and you either forgive the person, or you teach them how to forgive." The weight of the situation hits me.

"So you're telling me, on my birthday, that I am an angel who manages forgiveness and I have to carry out my angelic duty?" I ask and he nods more or less.

"But you are so much more than that," he says. "You have a very special gift. You are one of the only angels to really see people's souls. Your eyes were made to look for the gentlest and most forgiving souls, not for you to read the board at school." He takes my thick glasses and cracks them in half.

"Hey I needed those!" I yell grabbing the broken shards from his hand.

"Well not anymore," Micah says and grabs my electrocardiograph. My body tenses as his hands come in contact with the little box.

"No no no," I tell him. "I need that. If I don't have it, I will die. Please can I have it back, Micah?" I ask, but he doesn't return my life support.

"Katniss, you realize that you are kind of immortal and that you can leave this world whenever you want?" he says. I roll my eyes and try to grab it, but it's too late. He smashes it into bits, and I feel my heart shut down. "Now you can really see people for who they are."

"What if I didn't want this?" I ask angrily. "Micah, all my life, I lived in fear of having a heart attack, and now I don't need to worry. How am I supposed to read at school or do my homework, or projects?" He sighs and pulls me close.

"I know it's hard baby girl," he says. "But this is what you were made to do. You can see without the glasses just as great with them on. Just give it a chance. Oh and one last thing." He places a ring on my right hand on my ring finger."This is for you. You can get back to heaven with this." After he places it on my finger, he pulls me into a tight hug. "I have faith in you Kay-Katniss and I'll see you soon."

"Wait!" I call out and he stops.

"Yes my dear," he says. I think about it for a second and then I speak again.

"Why did you leave?" I ask and he sighs. "Why did you leave my mom and I. I thought that you said you loved us." I was getting angry. He had the nerve to leave me again here.

"Katniss, you had to realize, that my duty here, was done," Micah tells me. "You were a complete surprise, my little miracle." He smiles and touches my cheek with his soft hand. "I needed to go back and help others with their miracle, since I already got mine. I never left you, I always watched over you like a hawk." He started to walk away again.

"Where are you going?" I ask. He's already starting to float away.

"I have to go back," Micah says. "Tell Noelle that I love her dearly." After he finishes his sentence, Micah vanishes.

I stormed through the wood, running away from the revelation that just happened. My mom was already at home and she was sitting in the kitchen. I run inside the house and slam the door. "Katniss, are you alright?" she asks.

"Mom, I saw him," I tell her and that's all she needs to know. She comes to my side and helps me sit in a chair.

"Are you okay?" she asks. "What did he tell you?" She rubbed her small hand on my back soothingly and she places a small cup of tea in front of me.

"He said that I am Kaya Evangeline Angel of forgiveness," I tell my mom. "He broke my glasses and my electrocardiograph. Mom, I'm going to die." I start to cry into my mom's open arms.

"No you're not," she says. "You were born for a purpose. You were his little miracle, and now you have a life to live. You will help the people." I look up at her in confusion.

"You knew?" I asked her and she nods.

"I did, but I promised your father that I would let him tell you when you were ready," my mom says. "I am really sorry sweetheart, I am." I still keep her close to me, even though she kept my identity away from me.

"Mom what am I going to do?" I ask her. All my life, I thought that I was just some girl with serious problems that can kill me at any moment of the day, but now my view of the world is so different. I can see my mother's soul, bright and loving, like the way she is.

"What you were born to do Katniss," she says. I hold her close to me and squeeze her tight, trying to feel the comfort. I look up into my mother's kind eyes.

"He also said that he loves you Mom," I tell her.

"I know," she says. "And I already know that he's aware that I love him back."

So now, that is where I stand. I stand in the meadow where I first met my father, on the way to school. Everything still looks the same and feels the same, but I never really saw another soul, except my mother's. I don't think that it's weird, but I know that something is a little off. I take the shortcut through the grass field, until I reach the small, rundown sign of Panem High. I live in Panem, a small close knit community, where everyone knows everything about each other. I walk into the drab and dull halls of Panem, dreading the day to come. School hasn't always been a friend of mine. I am quiet and "unapproachable" as some people say, but in reality, I'm just shy. I only have one friend, Madge, who is also known as the mayor's daughter. We met when we were little, because she thought that I was the "coolest" person with the red bow in my braids.

As quickly as I can, I walk to my locker, trying to avoid people on the way. I don't notice the person walking towards me, and I run into something hard and strong. My books and bag fall out of my arms and splat on the floor. I hold my breath and try to pick up my books as fast as I can. I look down picking up the books that have fallen, when a pale hand hands me one of the books that was next to his shoe. I look up at the person, and it's none other than Peeta Mellark. "I'm really s-sorry," I stumble out. His eyes are still the clear blue of the skies. I look up at him, and I notice his soul, strong and inviting and bright, as if I should walk in it. I rub my eyes and stand up clumsily.

"Just," he starts to say rudely. "Just watch where you're going." His voice becomes a little softer and more reasonable after he looks at me. I move away and he walks away with his posse. The brightness of his soul follows him away from where I stand. I haven't talked to Peeta Mellark since 8th grade. His father died the summer of eighth grade, and he wasn't the same since. Mr. Mellark died of a sudden heart attack, and no one knew it was coming. The once sweet boy with the golden eyes with blue beautiful eyes completely closed off from his old friends.

Peeta Mellark, the baker's sweet boy, became Peeta Mellark, the troublemaker of the town. He's been in trouble with the law multiple times, and just returned from his summer sentence at Juvenile Hall. His father's death changed him for the worse. He's been caught stealing, Joy riding, acts of violence, and vandalizing private property with his "art." I remember the kind boy who gave me that dandelion when I was younger, my symbol of hope, in this suffocating town. He plays for the school's football team, as Quarterback, which is the only way he's going to get anywhere with his record. I put a stray hair from my braid behind my ear, and continue onto my locker, where Madge is waiting for me.

"Katniss are you okay?" she asks me checking my face for any blemishes that could've appeared. I put her hands down and open up my locker.

"Madge I'm fine," I tell her. She panics and checks me again for bruises and scars.

"No, I heard that you bumped into Peeta Mellark," she says. I roll my eyes. "He could kill you."

"Madge, he didn't hurt me at all," I tell her. "He picked up one of my books and told me to watch out, that's it I swear." She looks at me with her eyes bugging out of her head.

"So he didn't hurt you?" she asks. I shake my head no and she hugs me. "Thank God you're okay." Sometimes Madge is melodramatic.

"Madge, Peeta isn't that bad," I tell her. "He just…he's just misunderstood and still mourning of his father's death. Some people cry, but he does other things, just leave him alone. God knows that people talk about him all the time, I feel his pain." The whispers haven't stopped from when I was little. Instead of being called "weird" I was now being called "defective" and "illegitimate" because of my parentage.

"Katniss, this is Peeta Mellark we're talking about," she says wildly. "The kid who almost killed the guy on the street." During the summer, Peeta got into a fight with someone and almost nearly killed him. The boy suffered from a brain aneurism and is now paralyzed from the waist down.

"Well Madge, I'm okay," I tell her truthfully. We walk together to our first class to start off my day of torture.

The first few classes go by surprisingly fast, and lunch creeps up on me unexpectedly. Madge and I take our usual seats under the oak tree in the corner of the grass field. No one usually sits on the grass, except Madge and I. I plop down and open up my bag to take out an apple, my favorite fruit in the whole world. I bite into the juicy red one I brought today as Madge takes a bite out of her peanut butter and sugar sandwich. "Sometimes I think that Math should be taken out of our schedule," Madge says and I laugh.

We are complete opposites. Madge likes English and art, where as I like math and biology. She has blonde ringlets and pale blue eyes, and I have straight dark hair and grey eyes. But that's just what makes us friends. "Madge, math makes the world go round," I tell her. "How could you watch TV, or use your phone without math?" She rolls her eyes and eats her sandwich.

"Whatever," she grumbles and I laugh. I survey around the quad area and I notice people's souls again. There are some people with bright souls, like Madge, and others whose souls could blow out like a fuse, like Cato and Glimmer. Still, the brightest soul is none other than Peeta Mellark, as he stands with his back on the walls of the gym. He stands there with a stoic smug look and his stupid hat put on his head backwards, with his golden curls peeking out. I roll my eyes thinking that of all people he's the one whose soul is the brightest, and the one that I must teach to forgive. I go back to Madge, focusing my attention on the apple I'm working on. Just as I'm about to finish the last bit of the apple to the core, Madge smacks it out of my hand.

"Madge!" I yell, angry at her sudden outburst.

"Look," she says averting her eyes to the direction I'm supposed to look at. I turn my head and see what she's talking about. Peeta Mellark stands watching me intently. His blue eyes are searching me, as if for an answer. I copy his stare, just as strong to get him to stop looking at me, and when he notices that I caught him, he turns away, back to his so-called "friends." "Oh my."

"What?" I ask Madge and she smiles.

"He has it bad," Madge says and smiles.

"He has what bad?" I ask. I am really oblivious to half the things Madge says, since half the things don't really make sense. I am so confused to what she's trying to point at.

"You don't see it?" she asks and I shake my head no. She rolls her eyes and grabs my shoulders. "Peeta Mellark likes you. Like he wants to marry and have kids with you like you." I laugh so hard that I snort, and the muscles in my stomach hurt.

"That is the funniest thing I've ever heard," I choke out from the laughter. "I highly doubt that he likes me. Madge, I ran into him today and that's it." I wipe away the tears that form on the corners of my eyes. I take a second glance to where Peeta was standing, and his soul shines that my eyes start to hurt. He looks at me again, and now it's my turn to look away. I see him in my peripheral vision and there is a smug smirk on his dimpled face.

The bell rings and Madge and I get up to go back for another 2 classes left. Madge and I both take the same courses to be in the same classes. The school is so small, that there are only a few people per class, so we took the most unfilled classes we could think of, and that's how we have every single class together. School ends quickly, and I can't wait to get home and lay down on my fluffy bed. Madge I walk down the hall to get home, when the infamous Peeta Mellark stands at the end. The light from his soul blinds me, so I turn around quickly and get out from the back, which means I'll have to take the long way home, and Madge follows me soon after.

I live all the way across town, in a small house hidden behind a blanket of trees. I adjust the book bag on my shoulder and trudge my way back home, with Madge staring at me with a small smile plastered on her pale face. "What's making you smile?" I ask her. "Did you finally get tickets to Finnick Odair's concert?"

"No," she says angrily. "It's just how you avoided Peeta Mellark. I mean, you did say that he wasn't so bad this morning…" I nudge her with my shoulder.

"Well, that was before you creeped me out," I tell her. "Madge, he was fine before, okay? I just don't like him that much." In reality, I couldn't handle looking at him. His soul was too bright, and I was about to walk into it, and he is just so beautiful, both inside and out. I would've walked in and never come out, so it's in my safety to avoid Peeta Mellark as much as possible.

"I didn't want to creep you out," she says truthfully. "I was telling you what I see, and what I told you, was what I saw. I can't lie to you Katniss." No one can really. I'm just to "pure" now for anyone to lie around me.

We walk together until we have to go our separate ways. "By Madge!" I call out and she waves. I walk through town saying hello to the old lady who walks past and helping the man pick up the apples he dropped on the ground. I continue walking, when I see Peeta Mellark walking the opposite way. He's on the same sidewalk as I am, but he's not alone. His friends are right behind him, and I see him holding something, which I presume is a spray paint can. I hold my books closer to me as I try to walk past them.

"Well if it isn't little miss Katniss Everdeen," Marvel Adams says to me as I try to walk away. He stands in front of me, preventing a way out for me to use. "The little Angel." My heart quickens its pace and I can feel myself get lightheaded. I really wish that my electrocardiograph was working again. Maybe I can ask for a new one?

"Excuse me," I say politely, but he doesn't let me pass.

"Why are you leaving so soon," Marvel says. I try not to look into his green eyes. "We just want to have some fun right?" I turn my head and I catch Peeta's face. His cheeks are an angry red color and his eyes turned from the clear blue, to a dark indigo.

"No, I really need to get home," I tell them, but they push me farther and farther away from my destination. The all laugh, all except for Peeta.

"You don't get it do you?" Marvel asks. "We just want to talk Katniss. Maybe over some tea?" I can tell that he's mocking me. He tries to push me away, but I don't feel any pain. Instead, I see Peeta Mellark holding him back yelling at him.

"Leave her alone!" he screams. I hold in my fear, looking at the two fighting. "Don't you dare touch her!" Marvel and Peeta fight, until one of their members, Blight I think, pulls them apart.

"Calm down Mellark," Blight says and I take this as an escape. I walk around them as quickly as possible and leave the fighting people behind. I turn around and see all their souls at once. Blight's is brighter than some of them, but still isn't the brightest one there, and Marvel's soul could go out if I pour a cup of water on his head. I train my eyes on Peeta, who stands there watching me until blight pulls him back. His hat still is worn backwards, as usual, but he puts on his sunglasses, concealing his eyes from mine.

I almost sprint my way home, feeling my enlarged heart beat crazily. I walk over to the kitchen, ignoring my mother's greeting and take the pills to lower my blood pressure, and one to regulate the beatings of my heart. "Katniss, are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah," I say quickly. "I just went for a run." She seems to buy my answer, but she's still angry at me.

"Katniss your heart could give out at any time," she says and holds me close. "And your electrocardiograph is completely smashed. We need to get you a new one." I shake my head no.

"No," I tell her. "Micah said I don't need it. He said that my heart is just normal and I won't die. I'll leave when I want to and when I feel that I need to go." She sighs and still hugs me and pets my hair.

"Well it would give me peace of mind if you did wear one," she says and grabs a new electrocardiograph from her bag. "I saw it broken this morning and I got a new one from Doctor Harland this morning. Even though you don't need it, I guess I've been so used to seeing it and getting feedback from it, that I want you to use it." I take it gladly and turn it on. I hook it up to the side where it used to be placed, and I hear the beautiful noise of its erratic beating when my heart's too overworked.

"Thanks Mom," I say and hold her tight. The medication soon works, and the machine that I'm hooked up to stops beeping. I take a shower, feeling the beads of water wash away the day. I relax finally sinking into my plush bed, and I open my computer to get a bunch of messages from Madge. I video chat her and hear her yells.

"Katniss!" she screams. "I heard what happened." I'm not surprised that she heard. Once something happens in Panem, everyone knows about it.

"I think everyone did," I say and she gives me her angry face.

"Katniss what happened?" she asks. "What did Peeta do?" I play with a damp end of my long hair.

"Marvel was just being a douche, and tried to push me and Peeta stood in front of him and pushed him away," I tell her. "Plain and simple." She shows me a shocked face.

"No way," Madge says. "Peeta protected you? That is so sweet." I roll my eyes as she goes on and on about my future.

"Madge!" I say and she stops talking. "Nothing is going on between us okay? He just helped me." She grumbles to herself angrily. "I'll see you later okay?" and with that, I close my computer.

I walk downstairs, to where my mother is sitting in the living room, watching the news. "How's the new machine?" she asks.

"Just as it was before," I tell her and I sit on the couch with her. I snuggle into her side.

"Is something going on Katniss?" she asks and holds me tight.

"No," I tell her. "I'm just really happy to be home."