I have never met him before, though I have seen photos, so when he appeared in the meadow of District 12 I didn't think he was real until he tapped me on the shoulder. I love this meadow. I live in a house within walking distance, so I consider myself lucky. My younger brother and I used to play here all the time as children. Picking the daisies in the summer and the daffodils in the spring. Staring out into the depths of the wood. Even having snowball fights in the winter. Then my mother and father told me the truth. This magical place is a mass graveyard. Ever since I don't come here as often, but today seems like a visiting day.

We get past the awkward hellos and are left with little else to say. I examine him. He is four years older than me, I think. He has soft bronze hair and deep green eyes, which equally bronze sun kissed skin. He reminds me of the man I saw in my parent's 'Remember' book.

"I'm Nep" he begins shyly.

"What kind of name is that?" I question, but quickly regret it because it probably sounded rude. He looks taken aback.

"It's short for Neptune, Neptune Odair. It's my self made nickname because my real name is incredibly stupid."

"Oh, my name is Isobel Mellark, nice to meet you" I smile.