AN: Just a few quick things that are different

Katniss is not emotionally distressed.

Katniss has a father.

This is a very controversial story as far as religion goes so I want no nasty comments debating whether or not her views of religion are right or wrong. Beware my wrath if you do break this rule!

Everything (minus the characters of course) is all facts, it's all true and very sad. Only one part is not true and when we get there I will tell you what it is.

A few more things will be mentioned as the story goes. We all good? Alright then let's start shall we?

Prologue Smoldering Eyes

My name is Katniss Everdeen, and I am a sixteen year old girl living in the colonies of North America.

My father moved here to gain his fortune in the small relativity new colony of Panem Massachusetts. A colony found only two generations before his arrival. He met my mother not long after taking up an apprenticeship under the shoe maker.

My mother was the shoemakers daughter. She was the second of three girls. The eldest of the sisters was married off to a merchant when she was fifteen, and they moved to England short after the marriage. My father has never met his sister-in-law.

The youngest of the three sisters was a sickly, crippled girl, and being unable to walk without her crutch made her undesirable by men. She was hindered in doing the simplest of household tasks such as cooking and cleaning. Therefore she was unable to become a bride.

That only left my mother to take over tghe family business. But all of her suitors had other business's to run. My grandfather became desperate for an apprentice and that's how my father found work.

When my grandfather noticed my father had taken an interest in my mother, he forced the two into an engagement.

They were lucky, my mother was and is still quite a beauty, long blond hair (Though she normally keeps it hidden in her bonnet), stunning blue eyes that my father said reminded him of the seas he crossed to reach America, the sea that held a promise of freedom. She is a tall well proportioned woman, and a well endowed one to top it all off.

My father came to America with close to nothing, and quite frankly it's nothing short of a miracle that he found work so quickly. Good steady work at that. Despite his lack of funds he was quite a handsome young man, he still has a strong built needed for a good working man. He has dark brown hair, curly and always well groomed.

Their engagement was a shock to the others in the town. The bakers son was rumored to have quite a crush on miss Sarah Ellen Mason. But the arrangement was made and she was soon Jonathan Alexander Everdeen's wife.

My father had only come to court her twice (As his work demanded much of him if he was to take over in the shop.), but in those two times she fell in love and could swoon at the very mention of his name.

When my father's apprenticeship ended my grandfather gave him the shop. As a young couple, my parents lived in the loft above my fathers workshop, and the two were content.

However, my mother's sister's condition worsened after the marriage resulting in her death that winter. My grandmother died shortly after from an illness that swept the colonies.

Even with these immediate and trying circumstances thrown at them in their first year of marriage. My mother and father lived happy lives in the loft over the workshop. My grandfather gave my parents his home after that terrible winter which left him alone. He lived in the attic of the large home.

Despite their happy marriage my mother had yet to bear a child. The town folk found it odd, that for all the love they shared a child had not been born.

Secretly my mother was fearful to have a child of her own, afraid that the little one would be deformed as her sister had been. Or maybe that it would not survive the harsh winter of Panem.

That was how she learned that my father truly did love her. When he consoled her fears instead of turning his head and ignoring it as most men do.

Eventually, seven years after their initial engagement, in the summer of 1675 I was born. Katniss Tabitha Everdeen. No one, except my Grandfather, calls me Tabitha.

My grandfather would have disowned my mother if she had named me after a plant and I didn't have a biblical name. I was stuck with the most awkward of names; Katniss Tabitha the names just don't fit in my opinion.

When I was born I didn't open my eyes. My mother's fears were unfolding in front of her. Though I cried at birth and I was surely alive, they feared me to be disabled. The doctors were convinced I would be blind.

Then one day, two weeks after my birth, my father had lost all hope that his first born would see the world. And so he sang to me a sweet melody that I still remember, "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.

"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.

"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."

At the sound of his voice my eyes finally opened. He barely saw my eyes flutter before he called for my mother. The moment she entered I smiled for the first time too.

"Look" She said to my father, "She has your eyes" He laughed and kissed her, "Smoldering grey eyes."