Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

The Betrayal: Freya Griffith

How could my brother have been so foolish?

He's the perfect  Dauntless; why did he have to go and break a rule? I am not even aware  of what Dauntless rule he broke, only that he broke one and was caught.

The dilemma I have  before me would be obvious even if the faction leaders were not to point  it out directly. Standing up for my brother could lead to potential  conflicts. In this manner, by standing up for Sawyer I could be going  against all my faction stands for.

By not speaking out on  his behalf, I would effectively destroy every last tie I have to my  family. But I would also be securing my own future. After all, who would  doubt my dedication to my faction if I allowed my own brother to become  factionless for my faction?

Past or future. Faction or blood? Loyalty or love?

I do not have much time  to decide. In an ordinary circumstance, my brother's sentence would  already have been decided and carried out by the Dauntless. However, for  reasons unbeknownst to me I believe Aimee has convinced Merida to carry  out the sentencing differently, to test my dedication to my new  faction. If this were not the case, I would not have been informed the  time and place of my brother's sentencing.

A ripple of wind blows  my hair wild. I use my hands to contain it, and am suddenly reminded of  the days this was not a problem, when my hair was always contained by a  hairband.

A hairband. A bitter  laugh escapes me. I was raised in Dauntless for sixteen years and the  only thing I am nostalgic for is a hairband. No wonder Dauntless is not  for me.

Slowly my laugh fades.  In Dauntless, or the faction Dauntless is supposed to be, standing up  for my brother would be considered brave. In Abnegation, speaking out on  my brother's behalf would be viewed as selfless. But....

I am not brave. I am not selfless. I am Amity, and I am passive.

I must be passive.

A tear trickles down my  cheek. Justice is hard, but it is justice. I love my brother, but I  believe the best course of action for the both of us is for each of us  to make our own mistakes, and face our own punishments.

I cannot interfere for Sawyer. We both made our choices, and now we must follow through on the consequences.

I stand up from the  bench. The factionless life is not so bad. I saw that at my visit there.  My brother can still have a decent life there. He may not even be  exiled. No, all is not lost.

My feet begin to walk,  but where I do not know. Somewhere, a clock chimes to mark my hour. My  feet burst into a run. It is only then I realize where I am going: to my  brother's sentencing in the square.

I have already made my  choice to allow the sentencing to proceed without my interference. But  that does not mean I cannot allow myself to merely observe the  sentencing.

I will be an observer. That is all. Just a mildly curious observer. Nothing else. Nothing more.

The moment I arrive, I  can see that matters are about finished. This sends a pang through my  heart, but it should not because I already made up my mind to let my  brother face his punishment.

I do not change my mind.  As a matter of fact, I remain convinced the best course of action for  myself is to remain silent right up to the moment the words start to  tumble out of my mouth.

"Wait!" Now that the  word is out, I know I must continue. "Your faction values bravery above  all other traits. Now, knowing the likelihood of exile for breaking the  rules, daring to break one regardless is no act of cowardice. Indeed, in  the very act of going against your rules, this young man demonstrated  the one trait I know you all cherish most of all. Take this into  consideration when you deliver your punishment, and reflect on whether  you want to exile someone who has so clearly displayed the quality in  which is most precious to you in your members."

Once I have said my piece I retreat back into the crowd. The last thing I want is to be stared at by other passersby.

After a few moments of pause, Merida speaks up. My brother will not be exiled. That is all I hear. And all I need too.

I head back toward my  faction without listening any longer. I have done the right thing. I  know this in my heart, even though I now fear I shall pay the price.

My brother has not been made factionless. Now it is time to see if I will be.