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Mellark
Legacy Name: Mellark

The Nightmare Celinox
Owner: Daph

Age: 5 years, 3 months, 4 weeks

Born: January 2nd, 2019

Adopted: 5 years, 3 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: January 2nd, 2019

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Statistics

• Level: 15
   
• Strength: 37
   
• Defense: 37
   
• Speed: 37
   
• Health: 36
   
• HP: 15/36
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

When Peeta was five years old, he heard a girl sing, and the birds fell silent.

In the Capitol, they take every memory of his, they bring it to the surface, and they distort it. Everything he knows to be true is false, and everything that is false is true. They twist his relationship with his father, they make his mother kind, they turn Katniss into something that is her-but-not-her. He is made anew in the Capitol.

But there is one memory that they cannot taint, because they do not know that it exists. He holds onto it. A nursery song. A stool. A red plaid dress.

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Even months after his release, Peeta dreams of the Capitol, dreams of water and white walls and fear. When he wakes up, disoriented and in a strange bed, he cannot be sure which is the reality and which is the dream.

The doctors assure him that the venom is gone from his system, but he knows better, it still runs in his veins. It taints his thoughts, controls his movements, and twists his words. The thing he is today would not have thrown a starving girl bread, would not have volunteered for another Hunger Games, would not have begged Haymitch to save another. He sees it in people's eyes, how they flicker, uncertain, when they meet his. On the surface, they may smile and speak warmly to him, but he knows underneath, there is a primal recognition: muttation.

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When Peeta is eighteen years old, he hears a girl sing, and the birds fall silent.

The song she sings is far different from the one that she sang before, and her voice is rougher with disuse, harder, crueler than the one that rang out years ago. She is not the same girl who sang thirteen years ago, but he is not the same boy who listened.

There is no pretty dress, no neatly braided hair. Still, though. She sings, and the birds fall silent. Their eyes meet, and he remembers.

Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping.

Quote from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
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