Victor, Mentor, Mockingjay: Mutts:

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm eighteen years old. I'm from District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I won. I'm a Victor. I'm a Mentor. I mentored Owen Sparrow. He's a Victor. Snow sent me into the Games again. There was a plot, a plan to get us out. I got out. Peeta didn't. Peeta got left behind.

The rebels managed to do the impossible. They broke the arena. They got Katniss Everdeen, their Mockingjay out alive! But they left behind Peeta Mellark, and they are about to realize what a crucial mistake that might just be!

In the aftermath of the Quell our Victors are left to pick up the pieces of all they've had stolen from them. To force themselves to live and fight another day. To lean on the few remaining people they can trust in this snake den of vipers set on manipulating them, on remaking them, on turning them into pieces on the chessboard of this entirely new game they have no choice but to play. // A Mentor!Everlark Rewrite of Mockingjay

"Ma. I'm telling you, something's not right!" "Not you too! It's bad enough your father and brother have lost their heads!" She hollers from the kitchen. What she's doing in there with only candlelight for company, I have no idea.

Victor, Mentor, Mockingjay: Mutts: The rebels managed to do the impossible. They broke the arena. They got Katniss Everdeen, their Mockingjay out alive! But they left behind Peeta Mellark, and they are about to realize what a crucial mistake that might just be!

In the aftermath of the Quell our Victors are left to pick up the pieces of all they've had stolen from them. To force themselves to live and fight another day. To lean on the few remaining people they can trust in this snake den of vipers set on manipulating them, on remaking them, on turning them into pieces on the chessboard of this entirely new game they have no choice but to play. // A Mentor!Everlark Rewrite of Mockingjay

Those too stiff District 13 boots carry me up every step, down the hall, and straight to a very specific threshold. I push the door open and step inside. All breath flees my lungs because…because he's everywhere. In the faint smell of cinnamon and wood I've become so fond of. In the careful way his bed is made, just like always. In the haphazard stack of sketchbooks on his dresser. The leather case of fine pencils I gifted him for his birthday, left reverently on top. Before I know it, I'm all the way across the room. Shoving every notebook I can into my bag. I ignore the flying paws attacking my hands as I do and the ones that don't fit I force into the deep pockets of my father's jacket. I can't leave them behind. These precious bits and pieces of Peeta's heart and mind can't be condemned to this graveyard of ash and misery.

Victor, Mentor, Mockingjay: Mutts: The rebels managed to do the impossible. They broke the arena. They got Katniss Everdeen, their Mockingjay, out alive! But they left behind Peeta Mellark, and they are about to realize what a crucial mistake that might just be!

In the aftermath of the Quell our Victors are left to pick up the pieces of all they've had stolen from them. To force themselves to live and fight another day. To lean on the few remaining people they can trust in this snake den of vipers set on manipulating them, on remaking them, on turning them into pieces on the chessboard of this entirely new game they have no choice but to play. // A Mentor!Everlark Rewrite of Mockingjay

"Kat?" Owen's voice slices through my muttering like an anchoring nail.  "Tell them just a minute!" I holler back from my hiding spot. But they never listen to my requests, not even that simple one. Those doctors, shoving and barging their way into whatever hovel of respite I've stolen for my moment of private misery. My moment out from under their probing eyes and judgemental nagging questions.

Victor, Mentor, Mockingjay: Mutts: The rebels managed to do the impossible. They broke the arena. They got Katniss Everdeen, their Mockingjay out alive! But they left behind Peeta Mellark, and they are about to realize what a crucial mistake that might just be!

In the aftermath of the Quell our Victors are left to pick up the pieces of all they've had stolen from them. To force themselves to live and fight another day. To lean on the few remaining people they can trust in this snake den of vipers set on manipulating them, on remaking them, on turning them into pieces on the chessboard of this entirely new game they have no choice but to play. // A Mentor!Everlark Rewrite of Mockingjay

With the war won I could just disappear into the trees. Let the story of Katniss Everdeen become little more than a legend on the wind. But what would become of Peeta? The rebels will not treat him kindly in victory. I can make them. My wish in the Quell was to get Peeta out alive, to get him to a world beyond the Games. Finally, I see a path for me to do that. And if things go well, I might even survive to see that world with him. My chest fills with sunlight. For the first time, since I was dragged into the dark depths of District 13, I feel some real, true, hope.  One more memories bursts forth. The rush of sparks trailing up my skin, burning away the image of a perfect Capitol bride. Leaving behind feathers and fire and a fate I've been foolish to think I could escape.  There is no going back. There can be no ceasefire. I know what I have to do. No matter how much it terrifies me.