Hi guys! This is my first Divergent Fanfic! I came up with this idea quite a while ago. This story will follow most of the initiates in the story as they complete - or fail - initiation. It's a multi-POV story. I am using some lines from the book, but Divergent doesn't belong to me. It isn't my work. It's the work of the fabulous Veronica Roth!

First up, we have the POV of Albert at the Choosing Ceremony. Enjoy!

Albert Freedman, Dauntless Initiate (Faction Transfer)

I ascend up the Hub building in a lift, flanked by my mother, father and a crowd of black and white clothed Candor. My stomach feels so heavy, it might just pull me to the ground. I'm ascending towards the Choosing Ceremony, and my future.

My parents are not like the others in Candor. A lot of the other parents dream of their child growing up in Candor as honest, truthful, good people. To be honest, I had been dreaming about that as well. But no, my parents were different. They dream of me growing up to be Dauntless. Brave, daring, always taking risks.

Stupid, uncalculated risks.

Mother and father had always admired the Dauntless. Their bravery, their strength. But I didn't share their views. Unlike them, I had never understood the Dauntless. How was jumping off and onto trains, tattooing your body and piercing holes into your skin considered bravery?

Instead, I looked towards my fellow Candor as role models. I admired their honesty, their power and their good will. Most of the adults became lawyers, like my mother and father. They were paid to fight for justice. I hoped I would've been the same to join them, to lead a life of speaking my mind and searching for truth in this corrupted world of lies.

But my parents decided against it. They wanted me to transfer to Dauntless, to become a protector of the city. I didn't understand it. If they admired the Dauntless so much, why didn't they transfer when they were sixteen?

My memory recalls a conversation with my parents at dinner after the Aptitude Test.

xXx

"Son, have you thought about transferring to Dauntless?" my father asked.

I shrugged. "No. I mostly thought about staying in Candor."

Mother piped up. "Well, your father and I have been talking. And we want you to become Dauntless."

"No!" my fork clattered to the table. "No! Just because you both like them, doesn't mean I share your views."

"Al, you must!" my mother begged.

"You cannot make me! This is my decision to make!"

"Albert Callum Freedman, you will become Dauntless," my father said. "And it's final. Otherwise, I will pay George to fail your initiation and you will be factionless."

xXx

The lift doors open into the room. We are the last of the people to arrive. My mother and father hug me one last time.

"Remember, son-"

"Yes," I say, exasperated. "I know. Goodbye."

With a final glance at them, I turn away and head to where the sixteen year olds have lined up in reverse alphabetical order. I get in line between Dylan Fremantle, an Erudite boy with blue rimmed glasses, and Jemima Franwell, an Amity girl in a sunshine-yellow dress with curly red hair.

Once I'm in my spot, I look towards the centre of the room where the five bowls are. All factions are represented. Selfless Abnegation with grey stones, intelligent Erudite with water, peaceful Amity with brown soil, the brave Dauntless with lit coals and honest Candor, my Candor, with shards of glass.

My heart sinks when I see the five bowls. This is really happening. I'm about to abandon the faction I grew up in and lead a life in a faction that I despise. I could stay in Candor and try to pass initiation with my father's threat hanging on my back. But it's too risky. I could risk being factionless. I've seen those people on the street. Their hunched, hopeless bodies lined across the walls of their district. Skinny, hungry, desperate. I'd rather be dead than factionless.

Every faction takes turns hosting the Choosing Ceremony. This year, the responsibility is in Abnegation's hands. A man in grey robes, most likely one of their leaders, steps forward to give the opening address. He speaks in a loud, sure voice about how we, their dependants, are on the precipice of adulthood and how our democratic philosophy tells us that every man has the right to choose their own way in the world.

He speaks about how our society was formed, the five factions created based on five of the flaws which held the blame of the fault of human society. He explains that each of the five factions aimed to eliminate their chosen flaw, and that together, the five factions created a harmonic society and each faction on their own gave their members meaning, purpose and life.

"Therefore, this day marks a happy occasion – the day on which we receive our new initiates, who will work with us towards a better society, and a better world," says the grey-robed Abnegation man. And his address is finished.

After the muffled applause that ripples through the crowd, the man starts to read out the names in reverse alphabetical order. One by one, everyone here in the line will step forward, cut the palm of their hand with a knife and sprinkle their blood into the faction they choose. The first girl to step forward chooses Amity, which was the faction she came from judging by her red t-shirt.

The line of people keeps moving. Name after name is called, and time after time I watch the blood of others fall into the bowls of their chosen factions. I absentmindedly watch on, as the blood of the people around me announces them as initiates of their original faction, or faction transfers. James Tucker of Dauntless transfers to Candor. Caleb Prior causes a fuss when he transfers from Abnegation to Erudite, two factions that have become recent enemies. And his sister, Beatrice Prior, follows his lead. Only she transfers to Dauntless.

Two siblings, both transferring to different factions. It's not really often that happens.

The ceremony goes on. Factions are starting to gain some numbers. The only faction that seems to be low on numbers compared to the others is Abnegation. They still have some initiates, but not as many as the other four factions. The watching members of Abnegation begin to look slightly worried.

The list moves closer to my name. I watch the boy in front of me, Dylan, walk forward, cut his palm and sprinkle his blood into the Erudite bowl without hesitation. Then it's my turn.

"Albert Freedman."

I take a deep breath and walk forward. My mind's racing. Then I think, what if I could switch to another faction other than Dauntless?

Not Erudite. I'm not the smartest person out there.

Not Amity. I can get aggressive at times.

Not Abnegation. I've seen those kids at school. Half the time, they look like they're in pain.

But I'm not brave. I know myself, I am not brave. The only thing that I'm proud of, if anything, is my honesty. My aptitude test came back as Candor. But if I choose Candor, I'm going to end up factionless.

I am handed the knife by the man from Abnegation. Then I walk to stand in front of the bowls. I drag the blade across my palm, making a red streak. I look from the Candor glass to the lit coals of the Dauntless.

If I choose Candor, I am being honest with myself.

If I transfer to Dauntless, I am only proving myself a coward.

This is the ultimate test. I close my eyes, take a few breaths, then open them. I hold my hand out, and my blood doesn't fall onto glass. It sizzles on the coals of my new faction.

I look out into the crowd as I walk off to the Dauntless section of the room. My father's eyes look proud as he gives me an encouraging nod. I can't stand to look him in the eye anymore. I reach the Dauntless, and stand behind them, my hands in my pockets. I look down at my outfit. Black trousers and a black dress shirt with a white t-shirt underneath. The black and white of Candor.

I do up the buttons on the shirt, erasing the only part left of me that represented my old faction.

I am dishonest. I am a coward.

I don't know who I am anymore.

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Thanks for reading, guys! :)