Katniss charges forward, intent to attack the shadow creatures and protect herself. But as she strikes the shadow creature, it dissipates into a fog that slowly creeps away. It is strange to see herself standing idle in a dark forest alone again, but Katniss cannot help but feel like something is wrong. The shadows dissipated far too easily, leaving before the fighting had even begun. It causes Katniss to feel unsettled, uneasy.
But she is not left in the dark for long. Soon, small little wisps of light travel towards her, first coming from all angles until they converge into a small ball of light just in front of her, studying her, begging her to reach out and touch them. The ball of light reminds her of the one that fallows Kibou around, the one that once belonged to Metaphor.
But soon, the lights take on the form of an Arabian stallion, one that resembles Metaphor to a “t”. Her heart stops in her chest before beginning to beat rapidly. This was not her lover. He had died so she and Kibou could live. But the form looks so convincing and it makes her want to scream.
But there is nothing but silence in the woods.
The form of her lover turns suddenly, walking down the path with a slow and easy pace. Katniss follows, unable to stop her feet as they take her down the path and towards the fork in the road. Metaphor’s figure changes once again, going back to small orbs of light dancing in the air just out of reach. She looks to the left and then to the right, wondering which path is the correct one to take. She stands there for a moment, contemplating her choice, before she takes a deep breath and begins down the path to the right.
Katniss chooses the right path.
