ForestRiverSky

The Divergets need me. I have to help. Darkness swallows me whole as I drift deeper into the cavern, its endless expanse swallowing all light, all sound. My body tumbles, weightless, just falling, falling—a scream trapped in my chest, never to escape. 
          Suddenly, a wave of longing hits me like a crashing tidal wave. My heart tears. 
          Anthony. 
          The name echoes through my mind, and I realize with a gut-wrenching clarity—I will never see him again. I will never see Aurora, Grace, Kira, Nora, Brooklyn, Alfe, Oliva, Amara... the faces that once filled my world. Fear claws at my insides, suffocating me. The silence is deafening, the void unending. I claw at the air, my hands desperate, trembling, trying to grab hold of something, anything, but my fingers only meet empty nothingness. 
          Cold. Hollow. Empty. 
          And then, the dark whispers begin. I can hear them now, the voices of those I left behind, their soft cries echoing through the abyss. Will they remember me? Will anyone even know I’m gone? I want to scream, but no sound leaves me. I want to fight, but I can’t. I fall, endlessly, into the unknown. 
          Shades of grey.
          Time seemed to stop.
          I’m so sorry.
          Anthony, Aurora, Grace, Kira, Nora, Brooklyn, Alfe, Oliva, Amara… 
          The names tumble through my mind, but pain overrides them. Every part of me is torn apart, every fiber of my being screams in agony. 
          I am not—no—I wasn’t enough.
          I never told anyone. Not Anthony, not Aurora, not anyone.
          I shall just suffer in silence, holding this secret deep inside of me and let it slowly pull me apart, atom by atom, cell by cell.

just the rhythm of our movements syncing, like we were two halves of a whole. It was real then. He was my friend. Not anymore. 
          From white, to black, to grey.
          A quiet sound brings me back to the present, the metallic slide of a sword sliding out of a sheath. 
          He would really do it. He would kill me, just to stop me. I brace, ready for a fight. 
          “You are not going to be the one hurting me.” 
          “Ezra, don’t do this.”
          “I don’t have a choice. Not anymore.”
          As I take a step forward, I reach out to him, “Please, for me.”
          Before I can react, Ezra’s hand grips my wrist, pulling me back with a force I can’t fight against. My breath catches in my throat as his eyes lock onto mine—there’s no hesitation in them now. 
          “Ezra, no–!” I gasp, but my words are swallowed by the wind as he grabs me. 
          His face is set, the hardness of his expression like stone. Without warning, he jerks me forward, lifting me off my feet, his strength overpowering mine. My heart races as I realize what’s happening too late. 
          “Ezra!” I scream in pure desperation, my mind screaming for him to stop. 
          But there’s no mercy in his eyes. With one swift, brutal motion, he shoves me. The world tilts, and my feet leave the solid ground beneath me. For a moment, all I feel is the rush of air, my body weightless as I plummet over the edge of the cliff. The wind howls in my ears, the earth too far below to reach. I reach out instinctively, but there's nothing—nothing but empty space. 
          No.

The lack of blood makes me woozy, slowing my reflexes as he slams into me. I lean treacherously over the cliff. 
          “Ezra,” I whisper.
          I watch him turn to face me, I mentally brace for the anger in his eyes, but all I see is pain. 
          And fear. 
          “Don’t make me do this,” He says, not breaking eye contact, “You don’t have to go with them. Join me. I don’t want to kill you.”
          His words cut deep, and for a moment, I hesitate. I see the pain in his eyes. 
          “I’m begging you,” he pleads. “Don’t make me choose between you and everything I’ve fought for.” 
          My heart twists in response.
          Grey.
          “Ezra,” His eyes softened in response to his name, “You betrayed Polaris, North, Grey, the Guild. Me. I can't, I'm sorry. Don’t make me hurt you.”
          He’s not the Ezra you know. He changed. I remind myself. He’s someone else now, a shadow of the friend I once knew, and it hurts in ways I can’t even put into words. 
          I keep reminding myself of that, but it doesn’t stop the images from flooding my mind—images that feel so real I can almost reach out and touch them. I see us, laughing like we had all the time in the world, sprinting through the woods, the cool breeze whipping through our hair as we dodged tree branches, our feet kicking up leaves in bursts of golden light. His voice, always teasing, calling out as he tagged me, his grin wide and carefree. 
          I remember the hours we spent training together—pushing each other to be better, stronger. The way we’d spar, grinning through the sweat, our eyes locked in challenge and trust. We didn’t have to say anything,

Suddenly pain. 
          I hear myself scream. There’s nothing left, just blinding agony. I look down through my haze of suffering, only to see the deadly point of a dagger protruding out of my chest. I watch it being pulled out, and the rush of blood that follows. Again I scream. I stumble as I turn around, falling to my knees. The figure, now infront of me, slowly pulls their hood and mask. A head of curly hair and bright blue eyes greet me. I immediately recognize him. 
          Ezra.
          I open my mouth to say his name, only to be stopped by the cold, sharp blade of a dagger at my neck.
          “Say one word and I will gut you.” Only darkness fills his face. 
          Is it still grey? 
          I cough, spitting blood at his feet. The dagger moves closer, and I feel a bead of warmth flow down my neck. 
          “I guess you'll never get to know what will happen to you little group of Divergents.” An evil smile glows over his face. 
          Fear.
          I don’t have time to think. I just move. My body acts on its own. I spin around and kick out, sending Ezra tumbling to the ground. His dagger claters to the edge of the cliff, then falls. I gaze down to see an army approaching from the south. The Divergents are completely unaware. By now, Ezra has regained his feet. 
          I don’t care.
          Not about the pain.
          Not about my own life.
          I have to warn them.
          I run to the cliff edge, bending my legs to take off. 
          “No!” He hisses, realizing what was happening.

Shades of grey.
          That’s all I see.
          Black and White.
          Good or Bad.
          Some say that one bad act in a life of good doesn’t make you evil. 
          But does one good act in a life of evil make you good? 
          Or does it simply mean you're trying to change? 
          That’s all I see as I watch the battle unfold below me. High above it all, on my little cliff—so far from the ground. 
          Divergent’s v.s NightVales.
          Good v.s Bad.
          White v.s Black.
          Or is it just shades of grey?
          I know, as well as everyone in the Guild, we are killers, assassins. We do horrible things. But we also have helped. Do we really know who the NightVales are? 
          Grey. Shades of grey.
          I will never know. 
          I mule over the last thing Polaris had said to me before leaving for the Autumn Hunt.
          Which side are you on? 
          What side am I on?
          I look at the battle raging below me. I grew up with many of them. I watch North kill every NightVale in his path. I spot River and Sky, back to back, cutting down NightVales.

Those words…

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