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The old man smiled, revealing teeth stained purple from some local fruit. "I tell them what my grandmother told me: choice is what you make now, not what you wish you'd had then."His simple wisdom stayed with us as we continued our exploration. By midday, we'd seen enough of Haven's Gate to understand why the resistance had flourished here—the community was built on principles directly opposed to the Council's rigid control. Diversity was celebrated, experimentation encouraged, failure treated as valuable learning rather than fatal flaw.As the hour of the meeting approached, we returned to our dwelling to prepare. I changed into the clothes Elena had brought earlier—simple but formal garments that marked me as neither leader nor follower, just a participant with valuable perspective."Ready?" Costa asked, adjusting the collar of his own new clothing."Not really," I admitted. "But I don't think anyone ever is truly ready to face their jailers again."The community hall was larger tha
His hand found mine in the darkness, fingers intertwining with practiced ease. "Then we choose each other. Every day, every moment. Not because of genetics or politics or destiny, but because we want to.""I choose you, Costa Blackthorne," I whispered. "Not the prince, not the symbol, but the man who caught me when I was falling.""And I choose you, Shantali Jackson," he replied. "The woman who taught me that love is the only rebellion that matters."Outside, the night sounds of Haven's Gate settled around us—natural sounds of insects and rustling leaves, so different from the mechanical hum of New Avalon. Somewhere in the distance, a night bird called with a voice like silver bells.As sleep finally claimed me, I felt
"Then we'll discover who we are together," he said simply. "Just like we would have done if none of this had ever happened."A soft chime from outside indicated sunset was approaching. Through our window, I could see people emerging from their homes, carrying dishes and instruments, and children running ahead with excitement."The community dinner," Costa reminded me. "Ready to meet our new neighbours?"I took a deep breath, smoothing down the unfamiliar fabric of my dress. "As ready as anyone can be to start their life over at six hundred and twenty-two years old."His laugh was warm and genuine. "When you put it that way, sharing a bed seems like the least of our worries."
Elena joined us, carrying a small pack of belongings from the transport. "Sarah, is the integration center still in the old oak grove?""Of course. Though we've expanded it considerably with all the new arrivals." Sarah gestured toward a cluster of buildings that seemed to grow from the landscape itself. "Temporary housing, skill assessment, cultural orientation—everything someone needs to start over."As we walked through the settlement, I marvelled at how naturally everything flowed together. Gardens merged seamlessly with living spaces, workshops hummed with quiet activity, and everywhere there were people of all ages moving with purpose but without the rigid efficiency I remembered from the old world."The children," Costa observed, watching a group p
A woman near the front of the crowd called out, "But what about the future? The Council always said the preservation program was our only hope for survival.""Look around you," Costa responded, gesturing to the strange beauty of the recovered landscape. "The world survived. It changed, but it survived. And so will humanity—not by freezing ourselves in time, but by adapting, by moving forward."The first transport landed nearby, its doors sliding open to reveal a diverse crew—people of all ages, their clothing practical but colorful, a stark contrast to the clinical uniformity of New Avalon.A tall woman with intricate braids stepped forward, surveying the crowd with kind eyes. "I'm Zara, Director of Sanctuary Relations. We have room for everyone, bu
The shelter shuddered violently, and cracks spread across the walls like spider webs. The echowisps streamed ahead of us, their golden light illuminating the path to safety. Behind us, the memorial chamber's glow was fading as the power systems overloaded.We emerged into the pre-dawn darkness to find the landscape transformed. Where once there had been silver grass and twisted formations, now there were people—thousands of them, stretching across the plains like a living sea. They carried lights of their own, not the cold illumination of Council technology but warm fires and handmade lanterns."The awakening," Queen Lyanna breathed. "It's happening everywhere."In the distance, the spires of New Avalon flickered and dimmed as power grids failed. Emergenc