Author's Note: This is it. The last chapter. Just so you know, I won't be doing any more of these after Rue. Not Peeta, or Haymitch, or Effie, or any Caatching Fire characters. I've had a hard enough time working on this fic, and I think I've developed a new procedure for writing multi-chapter fics-finish before posting.

I'd like to thank all my readers, who encouraged me to keep on writing even after that horrible winter hiatus. You are amazing to take the time to read this strange collection of disparate thoughts without even a good storyline. You really make my day and keep me believing in myself and my writing, and I hope to do the same for some of you.

Adieu,

Amata

District 11: Rue Malinka

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.

Her voice is so beautiful, wafting across the forest clearing. Even the mockingjays stopped singing to listen. She's endangering herself, but she does it anyway, and tears fall from her eyes.

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.

Dad once told me that there are about 5,400 species of animals that can sing, but only one that sings while it walks on the ground-us. He also said that we are the only animals that can sing together-two mockingjays can be singing the same tune at the same time, but all they're doing is singing next to each other. And if we all sing together loud enough, our hearts start to beat together.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

I know my heart beats with Katniss. My family's heart beats with me. Somewhere far away, the hearts of the people in the districts are beating with Katniss. Maybe the mockingjays can't sing with us, but we can sing with them.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

I'm dying, leaving my body and the arena, flying away like a mockingjay. Katniss can't yet, but I don't want her to. She can make my heart beat with her voice, she can make a thousand hearts beat together. Mockingjays will never know that. But with all of Panem singing together, the Girl on Fire can lead a rebellion.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Fin