“That’s it, my story,” I said looking back up at the judges face. “Why did you stop there?” questioned the judge, a hint of frustration in his words. “Why not tell the Futuro what he said?” “Because it wouldn’t do anyone any good, all you need to understand is that the Glades and the Futuro need to change to move forward.”I knew that the people in the room could see what I was trying to say. That the Futuro and Glade’s opposite rigid beliefs would mean their mutual destruction. I could feel their understanding, but then the judge opened his mouth and gave his order. “No the Futuro will not bow down the the Saviges. You have been accepted to stay in the Futuro if you so please, it’s up to you.” I couldn’t believe it, I could stay in the
