Chapter 1, page 2

She used to stop by the stream before heading back to the hill. She'd wash out all the blood from the arrows or knives so as to spare her sisters from the gruesome idea of killing. Thankfully she could say killing, and not murdering, a slight but significant difference. She didn't want her sisters to have to experience the idea of killing, but one day about three months ago, it couldn't be helped.

They had just gotten done picking through the brush for blackberries and were headed back to the hill. [Translator's note: There is a note here about how they are "aware of the fact that staying in one place for an extended time, especially in hunting grounds, is dangerous and to spare" them the lecture. In this side note, the speaker, I assume, is the eldest sister, if not all three of them.] It was late summer or early fall and the birds were doing their seasonal whistle. They strolled into a clearing. It had almost knee high grass and it was colorful, though there were no flowers. Vera was about to remark upon the sudden lack of flowers when the woods fell silent.

Coming soon...

An update will come in the next few days. I've just not had time to sit down and translate, but it will come.
Also, this is rather exciting: http://tinyurl.com/cujpf7
The next book in The Hunger Games, called Catching Fire, will finally get here on the first of September. While that is a very long time to wait, I'm pumped that we at least know when it's coming.
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Chapter 1

I didn't want it to come to this, she thought as she shot the man from her spot up in the tree. She climbed down and walked to him to retrieve the arrow. "It wasn't always like this. I wasn't always like this." She yanked the arrow out of his chest - his heart, to be specific - and walked out to the trail. She liked the woods. She always had. She and her sisters took to them when possible. Well, they used to. Now they were always in the forest.

There was no choice. They couldn't live in a house anymore. Too easy to target in a house. So they kept moving around, killing the enemy along the way. After all, an agent of the enemy is easy to spot. The birds never make a sound when one is within a mile. She wandered further from the trail and deeper into the woods. Despite the horrible war going on, the fact that they lived in a hole in a hill comforted her. She had always wanted to live in a hobbit hole.

Nearing the hill, she whistled their three note tune, but poorly. She couldn't whistle as well as the other two could. Vera could call a flock of birds to sing - or whistle - with her. And ____ [name of other sister yet to be translated], she could whistle just fine, but most animals just listened to her without musical prompt. Crazy sisters.