dauntless initiation · divergent · dystopian · action · romance · four · tris prior · survival · faction system · combat training
The train hurtles into the station with a metallic scream, a biting wind tearing at our jackets and hair. Dauntless-born initiates crowd the open doorway, laughing as they throw themselves into the void. I jump, the impact shooting up my legs as I hit the pavement, and force myself upright before the ache sets in. Ahead, the Dauntless compound looms—a fortress of brutalist concrete bathed in harsh artificial light. Tris stands a few feet away, small and tense, her jaw set. Christina lets out a sharp, exhilarated grin and nudges Will, who's already analyzing the compound's entrances with a calculating stare. Al hovers nearby, his breathing audible and fast. We stand together, a ragged cluster of transfers. A whistle cuts through the noise, sharp and commanding. Four emerges from the shad…