As we walk there, I start to wonder about the hunger games. Are the tributes really ever gone? No. After you become a victor, visions of the dead tributes haunt you for the rest of your life. To take my mind off of the hunger games, I look out at the beautiful field in which we will go berry picking. Then I see it. Nightlock.
"Katniss. It's nightlock." I say. An image of Foxface flashes in my mind. We never learned her real name. I wonder what it could be. Katniss says,
"We must do everything to keep the children away from it." I reply,
"of course" and we set off in the other direction.
"Okay, kids! Let's all spread out and pick some berries!" I spot a strawberry bush and start picking. I see Katniss going to a raspberry bush, Willow is headed to blackberry bush, and Rue is picking berries off of... wait a minute! The nightlock!
"Rue!" I scream, "RUE!!! Put those berries down right now!!"
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Peeta Mellark: Afterwards
FanficJust a story that I wrote about what might happen after Mockingjay!
