It was my arrow, aimed at the chink in the force field surrounding the arena, that brought on this firestorm of retribution. That sent the whole country of Panem into chaos.
once upon a time; 4.01 a tale of two sisters
y o u a r e n o t a m o n s t e r .
Burning. Still burning, I think numbly. The fires at the coal mines belch black smoke in the distance. There’s no one left to care, though. More than ninety percent of the district’s population is dead. The remaining eight hundred or so are refugees in District 13—which, as far as I’m concerned, is the same thing as being homeless forever.
Katniss, I don’t think you understand how important you are to the cause. Important people usually get what they want. If you want to keep Peeta safe from the rebels, you can.
Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.
Great clouds roll over the hills bringing d a r k n e s s from above