'Eaton, Tobias.' I hear my name, then all other sound around me becomes muffled. As I get to my feet and walk down the isle, all I can clearly is the pounding of my heart, which sounds as if it's been made ten times louder. I reach the raised platform at the front of the room where five huge, marble bowls are positioned. Each one is filled with a different substance, representing a different faction. Earth for Amity. Glass for Candor. Water for Erudite. Stone for Abnegation. Coals for Dauntless. I pick up a short, silver knife with a sharp blade from the table next to me and press it to my skin. It almost slips from my grasp; my palms are so sweaty. My hand is shaking as I press the knife harder into my flesh and make a thin cut along the heel of my hand. To become a member of the faction of your choice, you have to drop some of your blood into that bowl. The cut on my hand stings, but I barely register it. Closing my eyes, I thrust my hand away from my body. It hovers over the Dauntless coals, then I move it away. When I open my eyes, I see a drop of crimson blood sliding down a grey stone. The Abnegation's solemn claps ring in my ears and I stumble back to my seat. I catch Marcus' eye, and see smugness all over his face. He knew I'd pick Abnegation. Maybe I shouldn't have.
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Divergent?
FanfictionWhat if Tris and Tobias chose Abnegation instead of Dauntless? What if they were never trained to be soldiers for the city? What if no one found out about their Divergence? Everyone inside the city belongs to a faction. Amity- the peaceful. Abnegati...
