This is a crossover between Divergent and The Arcana Chronicles. If you read one but not the other...this will be a bit hard to read but not impossible. Anywya, there will NOT be Four in this story (boo hoo, truly sad, I know...) or anyother characters in Divergent except Christina. There will be Jackson Deaveux (drool), Finn, Selena, and yesh Matthew XD.

This will be an interesting story and I hope you stick around! This first chapter might be a bit...confusing but everything will piece together slowly, just like the rel Arcana Chronicles. I'm only using Divergent as a setting.

Enjoy;)

I've been looking at the same cards for almost 5 minutes, my eyes clued to the characters I've known my whole life yet every time I look at them…they're different. It's as if their moving, full of life and energy and their always moving. Their faces tell their personality, who and what they are…they hold and some even without a weapon.

One card in particular, always caught my attention. The blond hair always covering his gaze, the beautiful yet evil face anyone would want to touch. The fierce glow of his armor and the soulless black void for eyes on his horse, and the poisonously deadly sharp scythe he held by his side as if the vicious looking thing was his duplicate…Death.

And yet every time I looked at him…I saw something outside of his demonic demeanor: Loneliness.

"Why is he lonely, Mom?" I would always ask this question and get the same answer in return.

A glare and, "Ivory, look at him. He's a demon, born from the darkest pits of hell. He is Death. Everything he touches have the same result: they die."

That was when she told me when I was younger. But when now that I was 16 and my initiation was just 9 minutes away (and counting), she gave me a totally different answer.

A frown and, "Ivory, Death is one of the Major Arcana, meaning he's very powerful and crucial to the whole set. That card, is the deadliest. Kill him first before any other."

I looked up with a frown, matching hers, "What do you mean kill it?"

My mother met my eyes for a while and started, "You need-."

"Victoria, stop teaching that girl nonsense! The train is about to pass."

"Then she'll run to catch it."

"It's the Choosing Ceremony, do you want her sweaty?"

"She is a Dauntless, do you want her disgraced?"

I stood up at the right time and gathered the cards, putting it back into my mother's drawer, "I'll see you guys later, sometime in the future."

My parents heads turned towards me, "Later? As in, you're staying in Dauntless?"

Ivory rolled her eyes and nodded, "Yeah. But I have initiation for 2 weeks," she said and pulled on her heavy boots and gathered her wavy blond hair in a ponytail.

Before they could say anything I was out the door with a wave, "See ya," the door slammed behind me just as I heard the train and knew I had to start running.

I ran as fast as I could, my 5'2 slim and fragile body gaining on the train just as I heard the brakes groan.

Uh-oh. I will NOT miss my Choosing Ceremony!

I sprinted for 10 more steps, landing on my right leg and pushing myself upward. Using all the power I had I pushed myself upward, handing in the air until it touched metal.

But I was slipping, my hands clawing the metal until someone took my wrists and hauled me up. I looked up at my only friend who's been with me for the past 10 years of my life.

"Thanks, Lex."

"No problem," she grinned and changed her standing as the train increased speed, and so did I.

Together with the other Dauntless we ran all the way to the first car and crouched down, waiting for the moment to jump down. I batted someone's hair out of my face, the wind constantly trying to annoy me and whipped it back into my face again.

"You know where you're going?" I asked Lexi. We've talked about this day for weeks, trying to decide where to go. I of course had everything figured out: Stay in Dauntless and continue being brave.

Lexi though, had a different idea in mind, "Yeah, I went over the list we made about my likes and dislikes…"

"Amity?" I asked. She was always the quiet one who never wanted any violence.

She chuckled, "Just wait. You'll see like the rest."

I pouted and whined, "But I'm your BEST friend! I'm not like the rest!"

And of course, just then we got to the Main Building where we had to get down but since the train was moving, that meant we had to jump. My favorite part of being Dauntless.

As the people in front of me began to jump one by one, I got ready. Ready, GO!

Hand in hand with Lexi we jumped of the train easily as the others had done, ignoring but yet enjoying the stares we got from people.

Yup. Join Dauntless if you want to be amazing, I thought selfishly, thinking I would never be fit for Abnegation.

We all took a seats and that's when I saw how long and boring this was going to be judging by the amount of people in the room.

The Ceremony began as soon as everyone was seated, no introduction, just calling of names.

I sat there, remembering my Aptitude test and that the machines just HAD to break down when I was taking mine. I ended up doing it the next day and shocked everyone by getting all 5 factions. But it was taken as a malfunction and I believed that completely. I mean, so far along, selfless and calm is the one thing I'm not.

Which is also the reason why it was a challenge for me to sit there while 16 year olds picked where the wanted to spend my life. I was so bored that I'd started to fall asleep and missed my name bring called until Lexi nudged me.

I stood up and walked down towards the center, head level and back straight. In that moment I wished I'd picked something better to wear instead of the navy blue cross back tank and black jeans I chose to wear. Maybe something to cover up my tattoo of 22 Arcana cards along my arm and a hat to avoid the piercing artificial light of the room.

Knowing where I wanted to be, where I belonged, I took the needle and watched my blood drop onto the coal rock. I hid a smile when a heard a couple of shouts and hoots from my faction, not hearing a word the announcer was saying over them.

Instead of walking back, I jogged back, simply because I needed to move and do something. A couple of pats and hair ruffles which messed up my ponytail.

'Crazy like a fox-'

'Don't look at this hand, look at that one-'

I looked around, a bit wierded out by the sudden voices in my head. The lights were probably making me hallucinate and the saddest part was we they were only halfway done.

I watched a handsome Candor, looking a bit taller than an average 16 year old but with his lanky and leanly yet muscular structure, it seemed the perfect size for him. I-well, we all watched as he pricked his finger and for some reason, it took about longer than usual for the blood to get into the Dauntless bowl.

'CRAZY LIKE A FOX-!'

I touched my forehead lightly as the words screamed into my head this time, "ugh," I growled quietly and the pain slowly dimmed. It didn't go away, that was for sure, but it was quiet now. The lighting was getting on my nerves now. I took my eyes off of him as another guy from Amity looking very sure of himself walked towards the Dauntless bowl.

My first thought was he looked like dirty blonde surfer dude. The kind of happy and let loose kind of people. He grinned as he sat down a few seats below.

"We're going to-."

'DON'T LOOK AT THIS HAND, LOOK AT THAT ONE-!'

I clutched my head in pain. Lexi watched worriedly, "You alright?"

I nodded and stopped since the pain just got worst, "The lights are making me her voices."

"V-Voices?" Lexi laughed nervously.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going crazy. It's just a bunch of phrases that make no sense."

"Oh," she said quietly and watched the ceremony. I frowned, realizing for the first time she was nervous.

I touched her shoulder gently, "You'll be fine, Lexi. Stop being scared, you're Daauntless."

"No," she shook her head franticly, "I'm going to be-."

"Lexi Hawkwood."

She stood up hastily that I had to make some space for her. I took her hand as she passed and squeezed it, "Always friends…right?"

She gave me a real smile for the first time in weeks, "Always and Forever."

She went down the stairs and…went for the creepy eye symbol. Erudite? I face-plamed myself. Of course. All the writing and facts she would call out randomly…

I sighed…a sister lost. Now I was in Dauntless alone.

I shook my head and looked my hands. That was not the way to think. I watched some come and go, no one else joined Dauntless.

No train jumping for you then!

A yawn and sleep overtook me since I was up all night packing. I closed my eyes for a second and they refused to open themselves back up. What was a few minutes anyway?

Trees….lots and lots of trees. And they felt confortably relaxing. She took a step, and then another, her nails long like razor claws and her red her curling perfectly in the wind. The plants had wrapped themselves around her fingers and kept on going, around her arms and to her shoulders.

"Come, touch, but you'll pay the price," she said, her voice sweet and heavy like syrup, pulling the plants to her side.

A blonde man in black armor on an active white horse with two black voids for eyes appeared suddenly. They seemed so familiar…

A little dwarf appeared next to the horse this time, also looking familiar. But the dwarf had razor sharp teeth and horns, his eyes pure bloody red set piercing and its legs bouncing off one another aggressively.

"I'll make feast off your bones-!"

The blonde man got off the horse and neared the red headed woman and held out a hand to touch. But he stopped right at the last centimeter.

"Empress, off your soldiers disappear. Empress, weaken your poison, and I will certainly touch," his voice was chilling cold and the trees as if on attention was quiet.

She laughed, "What a brave card you are! I…"

It all began to fade and the last thing I heard was the word 'Empress' again and it all fogged away.

I blinked and as my eyes came into focus, I saw everyone leaving.

Recently, I've been having the same dream every night, the same dialongue, the same "Red Witch" as I've named her because of her hair and her power to control living things or something like that. But I knew she was the Empress, card 3.

And everytime I woke up I knew one thing: Way too much Arcana. My mother had been obsessed with it and forced it on to me that now I was having dreams about it. But something about the way Death had talked, like he really wanted to touch her but he couldn't. And I noticed something different from all my other dreams; it was windy. Usually, everything was dangerously still, as if the world might explode within the next millisecond. And the stare of the horse…

With a shudder, I stood up quietly and followed.

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