Hi peeks! I wanted to write a Divergent fanfic set in Ancient Greece and here it is. In my plot line, that hasn't been all revealed, contains of elements of Les Miserables (I had no idea):). Hope u all enjoy it! Sorry about the brief paragraphs, wanted u guys to have an idea of what was going on.

The sun had dipped behind the rugged mountainside by the time Beatrice reached the temple of Athena. Blood dripped down her back in thin red threads from the carcass slung across her shoulders. Her rich white robe now reeked of sweat and blood.

The beautiful never-waning stone face of Pallas Athena beamed down serenely at her from her high sculpted post, hand outstretched as if to taunt her. Beatrice kneeled in front of the altar while her servants lifted the slain body of the mighty oxen upon it.

They then proceeded to dance around the altar to chanted songs of praise of the divined being while consuming the entrails and meat of the fallen beast. Beatrice winced as the meat slid down her throat in slimy chunks. She knew she must follow the sacred rules of offering as the elected magistrate's daughter however hard it may be for her to accept these rituals.

Once the last verses of sacrifice were sung, Beactrice trooped alongside her companions back aboard their ship. The winds were high-strung and restless that night as the little Greek ship turned its back to the temple and set sail for home. Perhaps something was amiss in the air for those sails never rode upon the sweet soothing breeze of their homeland again.

Pallas Athena watched from atop Mount. Olympus as the Greek ship rocked to and fro across the murky waters beside her temple. An amused expression played upon her face as the howling winds brought the ship crashing upon the rocks of the quiet coastal town of Ostia.

The figures of the desperate survivors were suddenly silhouetted as a flash of lightning beamed down from the heavens. She chuckled to herself, Zeus and Poseidon were playing a dangerous game trying to win her favour at the next meeting of the gods.

Beactrice woke from her shallow sleep to the cries of her estranged servants. Their feet scuttled across the deck in panic as the sky and sea churned to the wills of the gods. Shrill screams erupted all around her as the sleeping servants discovered the fate of their ship.

She rushed from her quarters and dashed across the deck trying to calm the beating of her heart. Beactrice could hardly make out a thing through the pouring rain and darkness of the moonless night. It was death or flight that decided her fate now.

Her sandals scraped the wooden boards as she took a flying leap through the air and then the inky black ocean embraced her.

Poseidon stood below the waters in his submerged kingdom that lay deep beneath the waves. He looked upon the doomed ship with a grim set face as he unwillingly raised his trident to bring the crushing force of the sea against the battered hull of the Greek ship and sent it creaking its last breath into its watery grave.

Beatrice's desperate flight had not escaped his eye, he pitied this ill-fated mortal child that had caught the attention of Athena's range of fire. And so softly, he called upon the calmer waters to carry her safely to shore once the first rays of dawn touched the horizon and by doing so he had decreed her fate.

The sea caressed the young woman's feet and the wind whispered songs of ease in her ears, her wonderful robes now rested upon her shoulders as torn rags. She was nothing now, but a peasant girl marooned upon enemy soil.

The town woke to the shipwrecked remains lying sprawling across the shore and the curious case of the young woman lying helplessly among the wreckage. The alarm was raised and the news of the half-drowned survivor soon past to all in Ostia faster than Chinese whispers.

Beatrice was pushed onto a little pony wagon and carted off to the slave markets in the heart of Rome. Her mind wandered back to her home that lay on the other side of the ocean, her family would not expect her to return so soon. Caleb will be sitting by the warmth of the fire listening to the stories of the elders while they trained him in his role, to become a leader and a warrior.

Beatrice sat, huddled in pitch darkness nibbling on bits of sodden bread until the crackle of whips drove her into an uneasy slumber. She was curious, uncomfortable and frightened of what the coming of day would bring.

'The relationship between the two nations of Greek and Rome are at a state of unrest,' announces Emperor Marcus to his favourite royal advisor, Augustus.

'Oh great leader, what shall we do?' asked the honeyed mouthed advisor.

'We shall make a grand offering to Pallas Athena in the temple by the marketplace and we shall let her wisdom guide us to the path of victory.'

Augustus kneeled at the feet of his lord and kissed the gold coated sandals before turning to take leave. 'Augustus,' came his master's voice once more, 'make sure you keep Tobias at close quarters with you at all times during the ceremony and hide him well from the hungry eyes of others.'

'As you wish, my lord.'

Athena smiled at Zeus and Poseidon from her position at the other end of the council room. Her watery grey eyes glinted fiercely as they debated whether Rome or Greece was to reign victorious.

As always, the argument started with one of Zeus and Poseidon's quarrels in which each side refused to let down. Ares watched their taunts with amusement, war was his speciality after all.

'Rome is the stronger and more honourable nation, they thrive in riches and wealth, so a loss on their side would hardly be accountable,' mutters Poseidon remembering a certain Greek ship.

'Greece has been cowering behind its walls for long enough, it is time they proved their worth, they are cowards in my opinion,' says Zeus pointedly, always the prideful one of the two.

The brothers turn to the wisdom goddess, the raging storm that submerged the Greek ship of Lady Beatrice was suggested by Athena as a competition held between the two immortal beings to see who could submerge the vessel quickest to earn her support in their argument.

It was a tie, as concluded by Athena, 'We shall see,' she nodded, 'I will visit Rome tomorrow for they are holding a grand offering ceremony in my honour. Until then, this debate will be at a standstill.'

Then the goddess with the piercing gaze exited the room, her mind still occupied with matters of ships, wars and the vague itching feeling that she had left an earlier offering unanswered.

Hope u all enjoyed it, I hope u guys all knew who was who, Jeanine is Athena, Beatrice is Beatrice and the unknown prince is of course, Four. Please comment below tell me what u thought of it!

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