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Peter was exhausted. At least the wind was blowing and what not to try and dry the sweat dripping down his face. He was finally in District 7. His home..well his rightful and original home that is. He looked at the trees in disgust. The trees..the ones that killed his father. How sick. But actually he thought ab out it. He shouldn't blame the trees for something that he caused. he caused the untimely death of his father. He should has let the compass get crushed to pieces by that tree but NO. Apparently Peter just had to rush over to the tree and try to go get it when the tree fell. His father pushed him out of the way and let the tree killed him instead of Peter. WHY? That was the question on his mind.

His mother taught him everything happens for a reason. There must have been a reason his father was killed and not him that day...he just wished he could take it back and let himself die instead. He leaned up against a tree, reaching for the canteen in his pocket. he opened the lid and chugged down the cool refreshing liqud. He was glad to be home. Soon he spotted something. Just beyond the trees...to the right. That unmistakably adorable voice, strands of blonde hair and huge blue eyes he could see from where he was standing. He would have passed out but he was already sitting. he called out as loud as he could with all his might. "POLYVON!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The runaway looked at his sister with hopeful eyes. He looked at her expression, scared, But why would she be scared? He was home! Safe and sound. She should be happy and overjoyed to see his face again. So why was she scared? Why the frightened. The smile on his face disentagrated as sooon as he heard her sister scream. God the scream it almost made him want to cry. His sister in pain! If he had seen anyone causing pain to her he would have set them straight right then and there. He would let no one and he meant ABSOLUTELY no one lay a hurtful hand on his dear, sweet sister's shoulder. But he couldn't really hurt himself..becuase he was who she was afraid of.

She darted up that tree like some kind of crazy Capital Monkey. Jeez, ehat has gotten into her? Peter thought. He walked over to the tree, his heart aching a bit. He had expected a hug or something..at least a hi. But no, he got a scream and a terrified little sister. "No Polly!!! Calm down, sis. It's me. It's Peter." He said. he knew she wouldn't believe him. He thoguht quickly. "Here I'll prove it." He bent down and picked up a few pine cones. 3. He tossed them in the air and juggled them for a sort time period before he let them drop. "Now Polyvon, can a ghost do that?" He asked. He knew that ghosts couldn't hold objects. They would go right through them. He wasn't a ghost.

Peter shook his head, making some of his copper-colored hair fall over his eyes. His fathers hair. He had his father's looks, and Polly had their mother's. But he had most of his mother's traits. He didn't know why. It seemed quite uncommon. He gave a look at Polly. Tears were streaming down the poor girl's face. he knew how naive Polly had been. She had finally probably just gotten over his "so-called" death this year or a couple back. This must be hard on poor Polly. Being forced to believe something that was thought to be true but ended up a lie. His mother would surely have the shock of her life. Hopefully she wouldn't have a heart attack.

He shook his head again. "No Polyvon. I am not an impostor, sweetie." He said looking at her up in that tree, wanted to dry all those tears, even though he knew she would never let him. He gave her a very serious look. "Polly, I didn't leave because I wanted to. I left because I had to. I can't tell you now, but I promise you will understand soon. I will tell you EVERYTHING. I came back because I missed you. You and Susan- I mean mom." He said giving her a delicate smile. He had gotten used to calling their mother Susan for unknown reasons.

He tried to think of something else he could show her to prove he in fact wasn't an imposer. Then the idea came to him. He lifted the sleeve of his plaid flannel shirt to the shoulder to reveal a bunch of stitches. "Polly! I have the stitches. Remember when I feel out a tree when I was 7? And I need stitches?! I still have them see. I would NEVER lie to you." He said looking at her up in the tree honestly.

Peter had a really distressed look upon his tired face. He wiped the sweat from his brow and peered back up at the tree. What was it going to take to get her to believe him. He doubted he had anymore proof left to show her. He came ALL the way back from 1...only to greeted by his sister in much more pain and sorrow then she expected. It was almost unbearable to watch his sister cry a river. He knew he had to be the strong one. With dad permanently missing he had to take back his place as the family man. He needed to help his family through the rough patches as hs father did. He was going to make his father proud.

He took in a deep breath before he spoke again. "Polly...I...am...not...lying." He replied trying to be as clear as possible. He felt like he was repeating himself a lot. He needed something..something to genuinely prove his point without scaring her further. He could see her hands from up here...they red and throbing. Splinters..he used to get them all the time. "Polyvon...you have to see a medic. Your hands are gonna hurt tommorrow if you don't." He warned in a very big brotherly manner as he always did. He would let NOTHING hurt Polly, be it a big tough guy or a couple of splinters.

He would go up there but he couldn't. The tree would collapse. It wouldn't support both of their weight...this was a relatively small tree. A smile washed over his face when she finally agreed after seeing the stitches. The smile washed away just as easy when he heard her ask the question. He knew he had to be lean about what he said. He couldn't say too much without Susan around. "I-I...I...I had to go, Polly. Not because I didn't love you both. But because I did. So much. I couldn't let you suffer. I had to leave 7 in search of new places. Like an adventurer, you know? The ones S-...mom used to read to you." He said trying to get this through her head. "So you see Pols, I went off and went to different places. I couldn't ask you or mom...I knew you won't let me go. I am back now. That's all the should matter. You have to trust me. I will tell you more later..I promise Polly." He finished, a silent tears flowing out of his eyes. He covered his eye, hoping she didn't see it.

He didn't lie to her. Technically it was all true, him leaving to a different place...the adventure he had there..not telling mom. It was true but it wasn't the whole story.

Peter looked at Polly. His face was contorted into a very sad frown. Polly was sad..sadder then ever. God what was he doing wrong? He was there wasn't he!! Wasn't that good enough? Apparently not. He let her vent out her anger before saying anything. About Susan and about how he had left without warning.

But what was he supposed to say to her? He was just supposed to go home and confront his sister and his mother. And what was he going to say to them? "Oh sorry guys...Dad is dead and I have to run away forever now." Truly that would be much, much more painful for all of them. Him leaving was the most painless way. "Polly...Polly..Polly..You HAVE to understand. I couldn't say goodbye. did something Polly...something bad. I had to leave..I had to go." He said really trying his hardest to stay strong about this.

When he saw Polly hanging by his knees he tried to pull her down to find she was already getting down herself. That was quite some skill for a 15 year old. She sat criss cross applesauce on the floor in front of him. He couldn't take it. He threw his arms around his sobbing sister, rubbing her right shoulder gently. He always did that when he was sad. "Shhh...shh...hush now Polly. It's okay now...It's okay..." He said trying to console her a few tears falling down his cheek in the process.

The 18 year old felt a bit better. It was good to see her again. Unharmed...besides the splinters. Gosh. It had been a while since he had been to 7. All the trees in one were nothing compared to this place. It was soo beautiful here. The air smelled like pine and the people were friendly. District one was beautiful o be honest. With such large houses and treasures around every corner. But unless you had a whole 2 bathtubs full of coins, then you wouldn't get very far there. Plus the people there weren't very nice. There was this one girl there: Charlotte Panabaker. She was quite the piece of work...sure she was pretty but she was just about as troubled and b*tchy as they come. Much like all the people in one. Arrogant.

"Peter?" He turned his head at the sound of her voice. "Yes my not-so-little one?" He asked looking at her seriously. When she asked her question his face went pale again. Why did she have to ask such...difficult questions?! He felt like he was going to collapse. He tried to think of the easiest way to say it. Polly had a very young mind...but she wasn't stupid. he knew that. "Daddy can't come home Polly. Something bad happened and daddy had to leave forever. But here." He replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the compass his father died for. It looked exactly the same except that there was a metal string around it. He put it around Polly's neck. "Daddy, just wants you to have this. If you are sad...then he will be right there around you neck. It doesn't look like him...but you can talk to him...he won't answer though, he can only listen. And if you are ever lost...he will guide you home...just find the N." He knew this would confuse her so he pointed to the N (north) on the compass necklace.

He removed his arms from his sister and smiled. "You should go home Polly...Sus-Mommy might get worried about you." He replied looked at her with a nod.

He furrowed his brow. Not that question again. He didn't really know how to explain this. He was gone...He was gone forever. But if he sad that then Polly might never forgive him. He tried to say as fast as he could. "He's gone. He's up in the stars Polly. He can't be here Polly...he's...he's..."He couldn't finish his sentence. He was gonna pass out. Polly would never talk to him again if he knew that dad was dead and he wasn't. Deep down he knew if Polly had the choice she would probably let his father live over him. He didn't has the heart to tell him that her favorite person in the whole wide world was DEAD. He couldn't bear the pain it would bring her and knowing he caused it...

The ex lumber chopper gave her a curt nod. "Yes. He loves you...You me and Susan. More then anything in the whole entire world. he never ever ever stopped Polyvon. Never. " He said trying to wiping away the the wetness that formed on his cheeks. Luckily he had stopped sweating and became less tired. His body wasn't tired but his brain sure was having a major work out. This whole thing was very stressful. He wanted to know how mom was going to take it. He hoped with all his heart that she wouldn't faint.

"Polly...he DIDN'T want to leave. Just like I didn't want to leave. But he had to. It wasn't his choice. It was just his time was all." He said in a matter o' factly way. A grin spread across the boy's face. "I thought you would never ask." He smiled he propped up Polly and lifted her up putting her on his shoulders. "Hold on tight." He said with a smile as he walked out of the forest towards home...luckily he still remembered where it was.