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A twisted return
Epilogue
Tris P.O.V
They say that the hardest thing in this world is to live. To live with the guilt, the pain, the heartache and memories. Getting back my memories was both a blessing and a torture, to remember everything that you did wrong, things you know you can't take back. But pain also reminds us that we are still alive and breathing, and there is nothing better to know that you are alive.
Two weeks after Evelyn was arrested, she was found guilty on multi counts of fraudulent, terrorism, and kidnapping. She was sentenced to one year behind bars, followed by relocation after given the memory serum. Some say it was a eye for an eye.
Tobias tried to shrug it off, "she got what she deserved." But that was still his mother, for him it was like loosing her all over again. This time permanent.
We wasted no time after that... We got married in a small garden in out skirts of the city. It was kept small, just our closes loved ones. Abi our little flower girl. Zeke was certified as a ordained minister and performed our wedding ceremony. While our loved ones encircled us. After words all went to our favorite Italian restaurant, sharing laughter and love. It was the best day!
Two years later, I surprised Tobias with the news of our second child. A boy! Our son was born June 5th, Andy Tobias Eaton. Our home filled with laughter and joy from our children and never lacked love.
The war taught us never to take anything for granted, tomorrow may not come for any of us and to live for today. Til this day we carry that lesson with us and cherish every memory, ever minute and every day that we are blessed with each other. A lesson that we will be passing down to our children.
Abigail P.O.V
30 years later
I stand in the front of the podium, thousands of people have gathered for today's festivities in honor of the war that took place in this very spot thirty years ago. To many sacrifices have been long gone and forgotten, but to other still fresh with in their minds and hearts. I look down at the crowd and see my three month old son sleeping in my husband's arms. My brother Andy and his fiance along with Uncle Zeke and Aunt Shauna, and all the others that fought alongside my parents in the war. I clear my throat ready to speak, finding it hard to find my voice.
"Today we are standing on battle field. Those that were killed in cold blood, murders that were being controlled by a serum. Thirty years ago our world that we see today, did not exist. We were a city divided into fractions. Dauntless was for those who were brave and protected the city. Candor was for those who were honest and seek-ed out the truth. Amity farmed the land and were about kindness. Erudite seek-ed out knowledge and logic. Abnegation were selfless and dedicated their lives to helping others.
Now you might ask yourself... What if I am both Brave and honest? Or What if I am both selfless and brave? Or any mixture of those fractions together. If you were, you were considered Divergent. Divergent were feared by many but mostly misunderstood. Divergent was belonging to too many fractions. They were feared that they couldn't be controlled.
When a child turns sixteen,imagine having to take a test that told you rather or not to stay with in your fraction of birth or that you may belong somewhere else. For many they got one fraction result but Divergent they got multiple results or inconclusive. My mother Tris Eaton was Divergent... Abnegation, Erudite and Dauntless was her result. My father Tobias Eaton too was Divergent also Abnegation and Dauntless.
We lost hundreds of people that day.. and continued into a war against fractions. At the end of the war fractions were broken down, allowing all to be treated equal and fair.
My mother who faced multiple serums lost her battle to cancer six months ago. Some Doctors says it was the result of so many serums she was forced to take that left her body rendered weaker against the disease. My father passed away from heart ache not long after.
We have to learn from our parents and past generation's mistaked and keep moving forward. To remaind us what is really important in life." I stick my fingers in the air counting. "Love, life, and happyiness. Thank you!"