Thy Solace: A Fanfiction

Thy Solace: A Fanfiction

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2242 A.D, Chicago "No, papa. Don't." Little Beatrice Prior would hear the wails of a fragile, timid, Abnegation boy at least once, every Sunday evening, while returning from the Factionless compound with her father. The Abnegation believed in Charity, after-all. She would share a look with her father for a second after which he'd meet her eyes with reproachful glare. They were not supposed to speak up their hearts or invade others' privacy. It would be considered selfish: or so she was taught. Beatrice would dread every such Sunday and wait for those with the least eagerness. She would wonder why she couldn't just reach out to him. Why she couldn't make the wailing and pleading stop. Why she couldn't persuade someone to help. Why she couldn't lend a helping hand. But no one would answer her questions. She knew it. It is after Evelyn Eaton's sudden death that Beatrice Prior realizes that there has been enough of ignorance and what invites her right now is the path to reach out to someone in need. That's what Abnegation was meant for anyway. But with so many restrictions and the fact that the pale, fragile, timid boy wasn't the most approachable person at school and the compound likewise, will Beatrice really be able to finish what she's had in mind, after all those Sundays?
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I opened my eyes to see a dozen more staring right back, it was like standing in the hall of mirrors. I look down at myself and see dirt on my arm, I rub at it but it won't come off. I look at my other arm and see the same thing, just lighter, I rub that too. My eyes adjust to the sudden change of light and I can see that it wasn't dirt, they're tattoos. I look down at my shirt and I can see another one on my collarbone. I have no idea who I am, Beatrice? Tris. My name's Tris. but that's all I know. I have tattoo's, they link to my past life. But I have no idea what they mean. Tris wakes up alone in a box but after she wakes up from a nap, she is greeted with many eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, but the ones that caught Tris' eye was a striking pair of blue ones, them eyes belonged to Newt. +++ Tris doesn't remember being Divergent after being given the memory serum, or as they know it as, the swipe. She doesn't remember Uriah, Zeke, Tobias, Will, Christina. Dauntless. What happens when some of her memories of Dauntless come back? of her inside the walls, the Chicago walls? Based on the song 'Unpredictable' by 5 seconds of summer.

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