Still Waters Burn Deep

~~She learned war in a place built for peace-and now she's bringing both to Dauntless.~~

She came from Amity, but don't let the smiley origin fool you.

Her name wasn't whispered in the halls like Tris Prior's, but maybe it should've been. Born to Dauntless defectors who knew the faction system was crumbling, she was trained in secret-fists before friendship, blades before bread-making. By the time she chose Dauntless, she didn't flinch, didn't tremble, didn't speak much at all.

She is calm. Terrifyingly calm. The kind of quiet that doesn't soothe, but stalks. The kind of silence that watches... and waits.

She doesn't rise through the ranks by being the loudest or the most violent. She earns her place with precision, restraint, and a stillness that unsettles even the cruelest instructors.

Even Eric.

He watches her like she's a problem he can't solve, a fire that refuses to roar. But fire isn't always loud. Sometimes, it smolders-slow and patient-until it consumes everything in its path.

And she's been patient a long, long time.