In The Blowing Ashes
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  • Reads 171,718
  • Votes 4,932
  • Parts 26
  • Time 2h 21m
Complete, First published Aug 06, 2015
When our eyes met, the memories all came rushing back. From throwing her the bread to saying goodbye at the Lightening Tree to the red plaid dress on the first day of Kindergarten. I remembered it all so much clearer, the shiny memories seemed to fade to so much dimmer terrors. But she's nearly dead. How can I convince her to go on, that life is still worth living. How can I reignite the fire that burns in the eyes of Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, without getting burned in the process.

(My second After Mockingjay story. I just want to make one a little more true to the books. This is not discontinuing Help Me Make It Through The Night and Here I Go Again. I just want to write a different view of what could have happened.)
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- You guys should remember this one, and you better. Jolene Kensington. - Haymitch announced, pressing his presentation forward to show the image of the young woman getting reaped. - Yeah, I remember. - Although Katniss wouldn't admit it out loud, she actually rooted for the girl while watching her games. - Good! Just like you, sweetheart, she's the first ever and only female victor of her district, 10. Very dear to the Capitol, they are devastated to see her going back into the games. - As the mentor explained, all three of them watched the footage of the girl looking directly into the camera, her delicate eyes shinning confidently as she displayed a smile. - What's her strategy? - Peeta asked, interested in knowing more about the girl who didn't look like much of threat from the outside, but probably shouldn't be underestimated according to Haymitch's description. - Despite being likeable? - Haymitch said sarcastically. - Well, surprisingly, she's very skilled at hand to hand combat. - Ok, that's easy, I can just take her out from afar with the bow then. - Katniss dismissed the problem, visibly relieved of knowing how to defeat at least one of the many strong opponents she would be going up against. - See, that's where you're wrong. - Haymitch casually cut off her suggestion, moving closer to sit on top of the coffee table and staring his two tributes in the eye. - You're not gonna fight her, you're gonna ally with her. [pre hunger games > mockingjay]
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Every one know the story of how my older sister, Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, and her fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, won The Hunger Games. This is my story, when I, Primrose Everdeen, was picked to compete in the 76th Hunger Games. ~~~~ I was reaped once, for the 74th annual Hunger Game. I was 12, my first year being entered. My sister promised me nothing would go wrong, even gave me a mockingjay pin to protect me. We both went to the reaping, and my name was pulled. Let me just say, the odds were not in my favor. Katniss volunteered. I screamed and begged her not to go, but she did, for me. She protected me. Like the mockingjay pin, she was my mockingjay. It;s been five years since then, I’m 17 now. I’ve learned how to throw knives, hunt and climb trees, in fear of being reaped. Sure enough, the day of reaping comes around and I’m reaped. My best friend, Rory Hawthorne, volunteers for his younger brother. My Best Friend. Me. Fighting. To. The. Death. I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Why? Because I love him. All rights reserved ® 2014 mikaylal