LIAR, LIAR.
She never belonged in Candor. Her infatuation with lies and getting away with them made her the epitome of what Candor was not, it made her what they refused to acknowledge.
UNTRUTHFUL DISHONEST, DECEITFUL, FALSE.
She was all of these things, but close to no one was aware. She could easily sell the shirt you were wearing right off of your back and have you believe that it had survived through the most interesting series of events. Lies fell from her lips as smoothly and clearly as rain slid against the glass building of of her kitchen window.
It wasn't that Caldera Hemelo didn't value honestly. She believed that honesty was a strong virtue, and it took a certain amount of guts for someone to allow themselves the vulnerability to completely bare all of their secrets. Caldera was honest when she held trust in those she was speaking with (most of the time). But there was something about getting away with a lie in the most honest faction of all, that made her feel more ... noteworthy. Caldera never belonged to Candor, but neither did Synodic.
DOUBLE, DOUBLE.
Her other half, her flesh and blood, her brother, her fraternal twin. Named after a volcanic eruption in space, and a rotation of planets and stars, the twins were as open and mysterious as outer space itself. Caldera and her brother were two halves of a whole, and complimented each other like salt and pepper.
Sometimes very well.
Other times not at all.
Unlike herself, Caldera's brother was a terrible liar. He had tried when they were younger and a few times as a teen but her brothers face twitched and reddened with the stomach clenching churn that followed his lie. He had a tell, where his face flushed and he couldn't stop clasping his hands or touching his chin. He was a horrible liar. But just because deceit didn't fall from his lips as smoothly as it did for Caldera, didn't mean that Synodic was destined to live his life under the Candor law.
Their father often recollected their childhood, having to pull the twins apart from scratching at each others faces or tugging at each others dark hair. He recalled their races from one room of the house to the other, and he often laughed at the times the two would compromise and devise plans with each other - often landing them both in the office of the head of Candor. (Oh how often they were scolded and injected with the, oh so lovely, truth serum to repent for their falsities).
Jared Hemelo knew, he knew that his old children would follow in the path of their mothers old faction, and Jared came to slowly recognize and come to terms that his children were not destined to lead and live the Candor way.
No, his children were meant for a much more enthralling and fast paced way of living. But, even if when they did leave him and his faction, he was glad to see that they would go together. Together they'd grow and become stronger.
DAUNTLESS.
AUTHORS NOTE
This is going to be a set of drabbles with my OC, Caldera. Her brother also plays a major role but the plot will follow mostly Eric x OC.
This story is set the year before Tris and the war, and will continue through the books. The ages will follow the movies, so Caldera and Synodic are 18 whilst Eric and Four are 24.
Caldera; a large volcanic crater, especially one formed by a major eruption leading to the collapse of the mouth of the volcano.
Synodic; elating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets, or other celestial objects.
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