User blog:OnceUponAWiki/Mockingjay Alternative Epilogue

I have recently just finished The Hunger Games series and I decided I didn't like the epilouge or the ending. For some reason I have always wanted her to end up with Gale, so I made alternative ending/epilogue. I didn't completly tear up the original I just changed some things and added some stuff. So enjoy

Epilogue: They play in the forest. The hunting girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The twin boys with black hair and gray eyes, just like their father's. They struggle to keep up with her on their chubby toddler legs. It took a few years for us to agree, but Gale has always wanted a big family. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with the terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying them was a little harder, but not by much. And the oneI carry now has been the easiest so far. The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them in school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boys will know in a few years, and as for my unborn child I hope they never do. But I know they will. They all will. But how can I tell them about the world without freighting them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted:

Deep in the forest, 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 primroses guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you

You might ask why I had chosen Gale over Peeta. Simply one reason, like Gale said I would pick the one I couldn't live without, which was Gale. I couldn't let him go. He is too important to me, he has always been there for me and promised he would be since the day we got married. I still keep in touch with Peeta. He lives in district 9,he has a wife and two children, I know he is happy, which is all that matters for me. As for my children, they play on a graveyard. Gale says it will be fine. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. Why they came. Why they won't really ever go away. I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

THE END