Chapter Fifty-Six

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It's funny how in just a minute, everything can change.

In a minute, my mother and brother were dead, bleeding out on the floor as I stared at another man's lifeless body. In a minute, I found Asten...and then Mace not long after when I was in need of his help. In a minute, we'd been thrown in a basement, then into a helicopter as our lives were permanently changed and we were taken into the apparent safety of the Equator.

Except, with all of these minutes, shouldn't they run out at some point? Shouldn't there be some point in time where life just says, "I'm tired of handing out these minutes," and everything just stops in its place. A breath held in for eternity.

And sometimes I wish it would. I wish the world could stop in its place because there are some minutes I wish I could forget. But in the end, the only way to forget, is to keep living.

But you're probably wondering why I'm saying all of this...what does it matter? What happened in a minute that's making me contemplate this for so long?

What I have yet to mention, is that this is not just a story being told for the fun of it. It's being told for a purpose, a reason. I, Calestia, am here descriptively detailing every piece of this messed up thing I call my life, for a very particular reason. To let you know the truth.

They won't tell you the truth.

But I can.

Whatever time period it is that you're reading this. Wherever you are, whoever you're with. My story matters to you. Even if you never have use of it for the rest of your life.

Because what I'm about to tell you about next, won't be pretty. It's not all rainbows and friends like the beginning of this was. Because I'm about to tell you about the Equatorians. The people that we've been forced to protect. The ones who seemed so innocent, but had intentions far beyond what any of us expected.

I'm about to speak the truth that the future refuses to tell its people.

Because if there's one thing I have left...

It's my voice.

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