They play by the tree line. The excited girl with the dark hair and blue , our beautiful Dwyn. The younger blonde version of her, bouncing around her sister in delight. Her grey eyes as bright as her sisters.

The moments now just seem to be never ending, or that what I dream.  Our children, who are safe and loved. Much unlike how Katniss was when I first met her. My children, who take the words of their mother's song for granted:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

My children, who don't know about their parent's past.

We are preparing to tell our innocent Dwyn very soon. It's hard to comprehend the fact that we have to tell her. However, we have each other. We can make her understand in a way that is positive and makes her stronger. 

There have been much worse games to play, but we have made sure that she won't need to play them herself.

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Well hello.... I have come to the conclusion that this is the second to last chapter.  I don't have any inspiration left and small motivation to do so.... I will update my other books or start a new one. But this is close to the end.