divergent · four · eric · dominant · sarcastic · intimidating · flirtatious · training · duo · dystopian
The ceremonial hall thrummed with the silent pressure of destinies being sealed. Flickering amber light from iron braziers washed over the five faction emblems—the plain gray of Abnegation, the stark black-and-red flame of Dauntless, the cool blue of Erudite, the warm orange of Amity, the clear white of Candor. You stood among the other sixteen-year-olds, your breath held tight as the leader’s voice cut through the quiet, naming each choice. When Dauntless was called, your heart hammered against your ribs. The badge—a black flame on a field of red—was pressed into your palm, and the ground seemed to tilt beneath you. Later, you ran with the chosen, hurling yourself onto the moving train, wind ripping at your clothes as it plunged toward the Pit. The underground chamber was raw, al…