My mother the Mocking-jay

"I want to know what the hell he is doing here." She said it as if the very concept was utterly wrong. As if the laws of the universe had suddenly twisted into something ugly. As if the term 'gravity' had all of a sudden been obliterated. Because, quite clearly for Katniss Mellark - it had.

Willow Mellark is the daughter of the Mockingjay, but she has no idea of her heritage. Since childhood, the Hunger Games had intrigued her and her desire for knowledge only increases at the discovery of a Capitol Goblet. Soon afterwards demons from her Mother's past are manifesting and it will take all of Willow's will power just to resist the brown-eyed boy with the tousled hair for long enough to see through her mission.

~ Authors Note ~

Hi everybody - this is my first Fan fiction so I'd love to hear some of your personal tips and ideas as to how to improve!

Plus, I must add - with a side-order of guilt - that this doesn't entirely match up with the epilogue of Mockingjay for which I'm sorry. I understand that Willow should be younger and shouldn't be quite as oblivious as she is but for the purpose of the story this is very important.

Thank you for persevering with my story - if you do that is!

Enjoy,

Anna x

P.S. I will confirm that I don't own any of these characters because all of which belong to Suzanne Collins and came from her amazing mind! So thank you for being so brilliant and creating Peeta, thus providing me with somebody to salivate over ;D