The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
But the years of peace and plenty were not to last.Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in……….The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North.The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind.
I’m limited by the technology of my time, but one day you’ll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world.