Tris
I am standing next to my family among a sea of grey Abnegation robes. It has only been a few days since the Choosing Ceremony was held here, but now all important families have been called back here for an emergency ceremony.
There has been uproar in Abnegation lately over an ill-made decision that happened in this very spot. Marcus Eaton's son, Tobias, made the worse choice an unselfish person could make - he left his faction and his family for another faction. Tobias chose Dauntless. This caused distress and confusion everywhere. If one of the most powerful men in our faction couldn't even trust his own son to stay under his guidance, then why should we, as a nation, stay under it too?
In my own secret opinion, I admired Tobias Eaton. I had never met him before, with him being a year older than me, and probably would not recognise him in the street. However, I felt like I did know him. We had at least three similiarities - we were both Abengation, we were both the children of government officials, and we were both selfish. Selfish, selfish, selfish. I admired his decision to escape because he, unlike me, had the courage to show his selfishness to the entire faction, and in the most dramatic way possible. I found myself lying awake sometimes, and my thoughts would trail to him. Deep down, I wished him the best in his future in Dauntless, or wherever he ended up. He wasn't here, which was the important thing.
Marcus Eaton himself stands up at the podium, clearing his throat loudly to get our attention. I glance at my father from the corner of my eye. His jaw is set, his eyes wary, but only barely. He has no idea why Marcus has called us all here - no one does. Perhaps it's to assure us all that even though he has been betrayed by his own blood, his authority is still something to be respected, still intact.
At least I hope so. I want the regularity back. I want them to leave Tobias in peace to start his new life.
"Fellow Abnegation," Marcus says, his mouth curving into a smile that resembles a grimace from this distance. The expression doesn't seem to meet his eyes. "I'm sure you've all heard about the recent departure of my son, Tobias."
Murmurs in the crowd; some outraged, some shocked. No one thought he would address the topic so bluntly. But he carries on, unaffected by the reaction of the crowd.
"I believe it's time for me to clear up this little... situation," he continues. Before anyone can even begin to ask what he means, there is movement from behind the podium. Shock registers too late - I only realise who it is being pushed forward a moment after my father mutters: "No.."
Tobias Eaton has returned.
And my dreams are smashed.
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