A/N: A friend introduced me to the novel Divergent by Veronica Roth, the same one who introduced me to The Hunger Games and I absolutely adored this dystopic adventure. So I thought that I would do a crossover. This fan-fiction will not follow the exact events of the novel but it will follow the same story line, adapted to incorporate the Winx Club universe as the main setting and characters.

This story will remain at a T rating throughout.


DISCORDANT

A Winx Club / Divergent Crossover

Written by Chrissiemusa

I do NOT in any way, shape or form own the Winx Club or Divergent. They belong to Iginio Straffi and Veronica Roth respectively and I am not making any money out of this fan-fiction.

Chapter 1

The Power of Choice

To survive the magical dimension made a choice. It split its remaining planets into five separate factions, each valuing something different. They believed that it was to keep peace and prosperity between the various districts, to help shield and protect its citizens from the coming storms and to stop those that had occurred before from ever happening again. All it did was bring about a new war, one that was seemingly impossible to stop, one that changed the face of the planets again, that brought people out of their newly formed shells and revealed the truth about a supposed 'full proof' system of democracy.

And the one person to discover this ploy, to identify the fractures in the system, was someone from the most peaceful faction of them all, the one where putting others before the self was its primary objective, where taking care of others and providing them assistance meant more than serving the self and making it important. The one where pride came from the deeds that were performed and not the money in their pockets, where lies were told only to protect other people's feelings or to keep them in the best of spirits and where young Musa had lived her entire life – Harmony.

Harmony focused on abnegation, the action of renouncing or rejecting something, in this case, the vanities associated with daily life in favour of an existence and purpose only for others. It was believed that Harmony could only be achieved when selflessness was observed and, for this reason, they were called The Selfless, a seemingly perfect group of people who controlled the government and worked towards providing all factions what was fair for a more harmonious existence. Although, Musa could not understand why the grey clothes she had to wear every single day were considered 'fair'.

It was the same routine each and every morning, to get up, shower and dress, to brush your teeth while looking out a nearby window rather than a mirror for fear of self indulging by staring into your reflection. Once that was done it was downstairs to serve breakfast to her parents, Hoboe and Matlin with her brother Jarad by her side. The two would cook the meal while her father and mother got themselves ready to work before they would serve their parents and, only after the washing up was done, would sit and eat themselves.

Their father sat at the table reading the morning newspaper, cursing under his breath. "Damn those Zenithians!" He yelled. "They are spreading their poison once more."

"Why do you hate them so much?" Musa asked suddenly, earning a glare from every eye in the house. Asking questions and being curious was not an attribute of the Harmonious, curiosity was an Zenithian trait. The Zenith faction focused on intelligence above all things. Knowledge was their power and Musa's father had transferred from their faction to Harmony when he had the choice, the same choice that Musa would need to make in just over a week's time.

"You know not to ask questions," Matlin scolded softly but Hoboe held his hand in the air, palm facing outwards before he lowered the paper and answered.

"The Zenithians believe that knowledge is the key to all things but instead of using it for the good of others they only use it for themselves and their own selfish needs. Selfishness was what started the war and it is our task as the selfless to ensure that the right thing is done for the people." Musa opened her mouth to ask another question but closed it as soon as she did. She wanted to ask why there were so many different perspectives on what happened during the War of Dominion, why each of the factions believed that something else caused the destruction of more than a third of the magical dimensions realms, stars and planets. But Musa didn't. Instead she remained silent, like a good Harmony girl should have. Her father, being one of Harmony's leaders, had a very clear sense of what was right and wrong, for a moment, Musa wondered why he had not decided to transfer to Solaria where honesty and 'always telling the truth' was its key value.

Solarians, also known as The Honest, believed that the whole truth and nothing but the truth was necessary to create a perfect world. They hated the Harmonious and they hated the Linpheans because, it didn't matter how selfless or how peaceful the two factions were, lies were still ingrained in the fabric of their practice – and lies, no matter how necessary, are always wrong. At least that was what they believed.

Musa wasn't sure which of the factions to truly believe or understand. Each had made a valid point and each one had truly decided it had problems with the others but who was then right. Was intelligence truly the way to go or was it selflessness? What about honesty? Was telling the whole truth all the time really that good of an idea? Or was it peace that held the greatest opportunity for success? Linpheans believed that peace was the greatest asset, to be at peace with nature and with one another by never stirring up conflict, having arguments or disobeying their rules or laws. But how was it possible to create a truly peaceful society? How was it possible to create a world where everyone told the truth? Where everyone valued learning and intelligence? Where everyone was selfless? Where everyone was brave? The answer was initiation.

It was a mysterious entity that you could not prepare for, one that would be different for each of the factions, and one that Musa would soon have to face herself. "We better leave now," Jarad spoke, making Musa snap from her thoughts and back to the real world. "We must not be late."

Being late was considered an inconvenience, both on the school, on the teachers and fellow classmates. If anything they were always a good ten or fifteen minutes early to class, already sitting inside their seats and waiting eagerly for the lesson to begin.

While she walked towards the school with Jarad by her side, Musa started to notice just how bleak and grey their world actually was. Harmony's colour scheme consisted of grey, grey and more grey. All members of the society needed to abide by particular rules for their hair styles and had to blend in well with everyone else. The purpose was to make yourself invisible, to make yourself a part of the community and not an individual and Musa wasn't sure whether she could handle living like this for the rest of her life. She had magical abilities but was not permitted to show them, should her new outfit and wings make her an individual, so her powers needed to be limited to simple spells and enchantments that did not require a complete transformation. Harmony may have been her home for the past sixteen years but each day she grew older she seemed to be questioning her world more. Perhaps she was destined to transfer to Zenith after all as much as it would kill her father.

Entering the classroom she and Jarad took their usual seats, standing up as others approached and asking if they wanted to take their place when necessary. Most students stood at the back and waited for others to sit first but Musa did not bother, she sat where she was and waited while Jarad got out of his seat to say hello to a friend. Musa and Jarad were twins, the same age but different in facial features. Both were pale though Jarad a little less so as he did more volunteering on the streets to aid the poor while she spent time either at school or at home, pondering her existence. She was sure that Jarad would choose to stay here in Harmony at their Selection Ceremony. He was tall, dark, handsome and so selfless it was ridiculous. He did not question the order of things and just followed along for the ride. Musa both envied his commitment to the faction and pitied it.

"Everyone take a seat," the teacher commanded and they did, sitting up straight. The roll was marked and once complete the students were to remain in complete silence. School was a necessary part of all faction education programs, it changed based on faction and this class was not one that allowed the asking of questions which could have lead to conflict. This class involved sitting in your place, listening for hours, having an occasional break and then listening again until you returned home. Thankfully the day was not too long as many students did additional selfless activities outside to help the poor or collect and raise money for charities. Jarad used to deliver food to the factionless when he had time.

"Today I will be discussing your upcoming faction suitability test or your FST. You will report to Magix to undertake your exam. Several people will be doing the formal administering, most of them will not be from this faction in order to avoid any allegations of forging results."

I listened carefully and was keen to see other people from the factions for once. Being on separate planets the occasional faction leader would walk through town but we hardly got to see the others on anything but a television screen or through the newspapers.

"You will be given your result at the end of the test. You are not to tell anyone your result and are to make your choice for what faction you will best serve at the formal Selection Ceremony. It is your choice whether to follow the result your test has provided or whether you defy it and choose another. However, the test is to be used as a way to tell you whether you are likely to survive the initiation process of that faction. Failure to pass an initiation results in you being factionless."

A part of Musa wanted to ask what being factionless meant but she already knew. It meant that you chose the wrong faction, did not pass the initiation and now live on the streets and perform work for the government of that district. You are given just enough bread and water to survive, are possibly provided clothes and do things like drive buses around the city. Jobs are limited though and without employment many factionless end up dying on the streets, all because they chose the wrong faction.

Their choice, of which faction to belong to, was the one decision that would transform you forever, in either a positive or a negative way.

"Your test will be a simulation, you will be faced with an obstacle that you must overcome and you will need to make important decisions throughout. The test measures your ability and suitability for the factions based on your choices and your true nature. When at the Selection Ceremony you must choose wisely, your decision is not based on luck or odds but on yourselves. You must make the choice and you alone must be accountable for it."

Walking home after class seemed a little mundane, especially when Musa knew that she could just transform and fly her way home and save her half the travelling distance. She could have caught the bus but decided that if she would have to give up her seat for an older person and stand the entire way home anyway it would be better for her just to use her legs and walk. It gave her time to think, about the test, about the simulation and what she could possibly face. But she knew it was impossible to think about all the possibilities. Instead she decided to ask herself the one true question that mattered, the one that would determine her response at the Selection Ceremony regardless of the test results.

Was she prepared to leave her family forever?

That was the real difficulty. Once you chose another faction, other than the one you were born into, you would never see your family again. Sure they had that one day during the initiation for your family to visit but most didn't because they felt far too betrayed. It made the separation harder, to be clinging onto something, to someone, that you knew you could never speak to again. Her mother would not cut her hair anymore, her brother would not be there to help with the dishes, she would not have to give up her seat on the bus and she could have the chance to work in a job that did not involve the politics that her father always debated about.

For in this world, the one that had morphed and changed, choice was both your greatest asset and your greatest curse.


A/N: Thank you for reading and please let me know if I should continue.