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Opción 1: The Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins – Epilogue

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The
boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler
legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly.
When I first felt her stirring inside of me, Iwas consumed with a terror that felt as old as
life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little
easier, but not much.
The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the
memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school,
and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I
tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the
words of the song for granted:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow.

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.
Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes.
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place where I love you.

My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.

Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them
understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I'll have to explain about
my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won't ever really go away. I'll tell them how I
survive it.
 I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything
because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when Imake a list in my head of every
act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious
after more than twenty years.
But there are much worse games to play.
THE END

Opción 2: The Atlas Six – Chapter 1: Libby

· LIBBY ·

FIVE HOURS AGO

The day Libby Rhodes met Nicolás Ferrer de Varona was coincidentally also the day she

discovered that “incensed,” a word she had previously had no use for, was now the only

conceivable way to describe the sensation of being near him. That had been the day

Libby accidentally set fire to the lining of several centuries-old drapes in the office of

Professor Breckenridge, dean of students, clinching both Libby’s admission to New York

University of Magical Arts and her undying hatred for Nico in a single incident. All the

days since that one had been a futile exercise in restraint.

Incandescence aside, this was to be a very different sort of day, as it was finally going to

be the last of them. Barring any accidental encounters, which Libby was certain they’d

both furiously ignore—Manhattan was a big place, after all, with plenty of people

ravenously avoiding each other— she and Nico were finally going their separate ways,

and she would never have to work with Nico de Varona again. She’d practically burst into

song over it that morning, which her boyfriend, Ezra, presumed to be the consequence

of the occasion’s more immediate matters: either graduating top of her class (tied with

Nico, but there was no use focusing on that), or delivering the NYUMA valedictory
speech. Neither accolade was anything to scoff at, obviously, but the more enticing

prospect was the newness of the era approaching.

It was the last day Libby Rhodes would ever set eyes on Nico de Varona, and she couldn’t

have been more exuberant about the dawn of a simpler, superior, less Nico-infested life.

“Rhodes,” Nico acknowledged upon taking his seat beside her on the commencement

stage. He slid her surname around like a marble on his tongue before sniffing the air,

facetious as always. For some, his sun-kissed dimples and charmingly imperfect nose

(broken just so) were enough to make up for his unremarkable height and countless

personality flaws. For Libby, Nico de Varona was just good genetics and more confidence

than any human man deserved. “Hm. Odd. Do you smell smoke, Rhodes?”

Very funny. Hilarious.

“Careful, Varona. You know this auditorium’s on a fault line, don’t you?”

“Of course. Have to, seeing as I’ll be working on it next year, won’t I?” he mused. “Pity

you didn’t get that fellowship, by the way.”

Opción 3: Babel by R.F. Kuang – Book 1

Chapter 1 hasta antes de “In 1829”.