Epilogue: Time
In Stephanie Meyer’s bestselling Twilight saga, her heroine Bella loses everything in New Moon. Bella says something in that novel, something which has always stuck with me; even from that first moment I read it back in 2008. If anything, my time in Azkaban can be summed up by those words.
Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
Time is a mysterious thing. One minute you pull your hair out, agonizing over how slow it passes and in another minute you are crying because you are losing your life too quickly. Azkaban didn’t have clocks and my wand had been taken from me upon my arrest. I had no sense of the time or how many days or nights passed.
If my story, dear reader, has taught you anything, let it be this; never let adversities take you down. Don’t give up when someone shoots you down with a glock pistol and then spits in your wounds and laughs as you curl up into a ball and wish for the end to come quickly.
No, never give up.
And if, dear readers, you expected me to curl up into a ball and just simply take a life sentence like a good little girl, then I wonder where you have been hiding you brains over the course of this story.
No. I couldn’t just accept injustice passively.
I was a Varias; the Dragon Princess and the leader of a tribe which is close to extinction. I would have been a mockery to my people and my ancestors if I had just thrown the towel in.
You are a fool if you think I would let something like a jail sentence stand in my way.
I had a life to live and unfinished business to attend to and I was going to break out of Azkaban if it was the last thing I did.
Time passes, yeah. But I was no Bella Swan, little miss weakling nincompoop.
I was Ileana Mackay.
And there was nothing that Voldemort or his cronies could do to bring me down.
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