The Archangel of Amity (Divergent Fanfic)

Choosing Ceremony

When she got home, Emilia settled for closing herself off in her room, blessed with the grace of not having her father or mother rapping on her door and forcing her results out of her.

When twilight was falling, she snuck out of her window and leapt across the 2-story gap to the apple tree. She landed on a sturdy branch that stretched out near her window, and used it to nimbly clamber over to the other side. From there, she could see the majority of the Amity apple farms, and beyond that, a little bit of the city.

She picked a fruit from the overhead branches, and sunk her teeth into the crisp flesh of the red cheek, as she watched the blue hour light fade away into the stars.

Long after the moon was high in the sky, and the grass below her was littered in apple cores, she snuck back into her room and attempted a restless sleep.

*Timeskip brought to you by Uriah calling Peter a sadistic pansycake*

The sun was rising, bringing its morning light into Emilia's room. She didn't sleep much, but she didn't feel tired. She pulled on a simple yellow sweater dress and dark rusty-colored leggings under it. She slipped on yesterday's red sneakers.

She also slipped on the string necklace with the brown leather pouch. It was filled with preserved mint and apple seeds. It smelled like home. She felt that wherever she went, she probably wouldn't see her room again.

She mouthed a quick goodbye to her little apple tree, and goodbye to the sunlight room, peaceful and serene. Then she turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

Rather than her normal train-travel, her father, mother and older sister all walked to the bus station with her. They rode the bus with several other families of Amity into the main hub.

The elevator is crowded, and as a trio of Abnegation turn around to go to the stairs, Emilia sees the same blonde Abnegation girl from the test. Beatrice, was her name?

The elevator carries them up, and soon enough, they are at the doorway. 

"You know what to pick, Emilia," her father hissed into her ear, and then the three members of her family walked into the doors in front of her.

Emilia shuddered. She didn't but in she went, anyways.

The 16-year olds all stood in a circle around the room, and Emilia found herself in between a freckled Erudite girl and the tall Candor boy from her testing group.

She took a closer look at his features. He had a slightly-upturned nose, and high cheekbones. He also had dark hair and green eyes. He was also very, very tall. Perhaps around 6 feet, Emilia was completely dwarfed by him.

Before long, though, her mind was swimming with anxiety. She hardly heard Marcus's speech about the factions, and didn't register most of the choosings before her. She saw the girl, Beatrice, choose Dauntless, and her brother choose Erudite. Then, before she knew it, the Candor boy in front of her was standing at the bowls.

He chose Dauntless.

She was next.

Emilia walked, surprisingly steadily, towards the bowls. Marcus handed her a knife, and she took it.

Reddened soil, bloodstained water, sizzling coals. The coals still seemed so new, like the blood had never touched it. Like it was new.

Maybe Dauntless would make her new, too.

She cut her hand, and heard her blood burn on the flames.

An uproar from Dauntless, cheering and shouting, broke her out of her stupor. Her heart rose a little form her stomach, and she directed herself down from the podium, looking away from her family.

She stood, bandaging her hand, while watching the Erudite boy drip his blood into the water, choosing his home faction.

When the last girl chose her faction, Amity, the ceremony ended. The Dauntless began marching down to the stairs.  As she walked out, Emilia turned her head around the face her family one last time. 

Her father was scowling, her mother seemed to be in shock, and her sister was smiling. 

The troop of black-clothed people trampled down the stairs.

And then they suddenly, began to run. 

Emilia didn't think twice. She ran after them, and soon caught up to them. She realized where they were going; the train tracks.

They all got there, amazingly, and the toot of the train horn floated in the air.

"Oh boy, are we going to have to jump onto that?" An Erudite boy asked, from behind her.

"Yep." Emilia replied.

The train was suddenly in front of them, and the Dauntless were jumping in, one by one. Then it was just the initiates.

Emilia grabbed the handrail and swing herself into the last cart, like habit. 

She heard a loud bang, and saw that the Abnegation girl from earlier was holding to the handrail. She reached out and pulled her in.

"Thanks," She said, breathless.

"You're Beatrice, right? We were in the same testing group." 

"Yeah. And you are?"

"Emilia."

Then Beatrice put her back against the wall, and sat down. Emilia raised an eyebrow. "Fast train means wind, and wind means falling out. Sit down."

Emilia did so, and a Candor girl next to them followed suit.

"Hey, we were in pre-algebra together!" The Candor girl noted.

"Christina, right?"

"Mhm. You're Emilia, right? And who might you be?" She asked the Abnegation girl.

"Beatrice."

They would have no doubt continued their conversation when a blast of wind knocked several initiates off their feet and into a pile. 

Emilia watched as Beatrice giggled, and Christina laughed with no sound, and felt... At home.

Word count - 917 

I know, it's kind of a short chapter, sorry! TwT

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