Karma in Wonderland // Eric Coulter

"Ashlynn Eaton," my father's voice booms. I flinch and move towards the stage and him. I pick the knife up off the table, looking into his dark blue eyes. My gaze shifts to the bowls in front of me. Dauntless and Abnegation are both on my left. I turn left and drag the blade across my palm. The pain doesn't faze me-I've felt worse. I look at my father, look him right in the eyes and allow my blood to drop onto the burning coals.
Brave. I am brave.