The Hall of the Fallen and the Hallowed Grounds of the Second Rebellion ended up becoming the most popular places to visit in Panem, besides the restored District 13. It's one of my greatest accomplishments.
I wish that I could say that I moved on from Cato, that I married or that I had kids or that I did something; I didn't. I tried, but I couldn't find it in me to ever fully move on. Maybe I wasn't meant to. I'm oddly okay with it.
I don't know how Saylee is. We haven't spoken since we buried Jake, Leah, and Bell, and she handed me everything she had written about them, Cato, and Clove for the Hall. I don't think she ever visited the Hall. I don't think that she ever will.
Lucius, it turned out, had died in the bombings as well. They found his body in the spring, days before the Hall opened, and it was another year before they guessed at his identity. I was the one that identified him. His mother insisted that he should be buried in the Hallowed Grounds, and so that was the last I saw of Caprenia Marcellus and her two living sons, Tiberius and Lars. Speaking of Lars, I have no idea where he is or what he's doing. We keep in touch, but I have a feeling that he's working in defense and can't talk about his job.
Tiberius and I still talk often. He married a girl from District Ten that he met during the Rebellion, and they moved to District Twelve. I think they have a child now. It's been a while since I've called him.
Slowly, Panem has begun to heal. We have a long way to go before we are truly well again, though our scars will never fully heal. We will always bear the wounds that the Games inflicted on our people, even after the last of us pass on and the younger generations take over. Our history, our fears, will echo across time, nightmarish visions of the past chasing us with outstretched hands, hoping to one day drag us back into the depths of a hell created by our predecessors. Maybe they'll catch us. But for now, the sky is clear and the dark days have passed. I can only hope that it remains this way. I'll fight for it until my last breath. I am not afraid of what I will have to face to keep this peace; after all, there are much worse games that we could play.
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A Knife in the Dark | ✓
Fanfiction{the rewrite of "District Two", the story of Cato and Clove; entered in the 2017 Wattys} ✗ If there's anything Atala Shields should be used to, it's pain. Two dead parents caused it. A changed last name, one that she hates to acknowledge, caus...
