A/N: Hey everyone.

WAIT! Before you shoot me for uploading late, I just want to apologise. There's just been things going on in my life, and with all the Drama stuff, Netball, Clarinet, Piano, Guides, Orienteering and Science that I've been doing, I've just been so caught up in everything I've doing it's like I haen/t even had a chance to catch my breath, and I'm incredibly sorry. I will try to update more often now, but if I don't I'm so so so so so very sorry. Thanks for everything :D

Dwarf x

Ps: I know it's short, I'm sorry. Oh and Thanks for the 352 veiws i got on this even though I heven't uploaded a chapter until now! But it means people are interested and I thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone that submitted or has some way taken part in helping me. (*cough* that friend I have *cough* You know who you are F! Thanks!) But thanks again, and this is a really long A/N, so about that too :)

Be Brave Prologue - I don't want to go

Duffy

Ophelia looked out of the window. Rain splashed against the fragile panes. Ophelias hot breath spread patches of steam over the increasing rain drops. her shaking hands cluthced at the plain black and white windowsill, as a sob escaped her trembling lips. Tomorrow was the day. The day to choose. Tears streamed down her cheeks, creating a torrent of flowing water that soon joineed the gathering rain drops on the window pane. Except these water droplets were inside, in the safe and warm of Ophelia's family small apartment. Where it was happy and loving, where you could just speak your mind and no one would be bothered about what you'd said. A place of comfort, a place of peace. Ophelia had spent her whole life here, and now she was considering the option to leave it. She didn't want to, but the aptitude test had shown her true colours. She had thought that she was Candor through and through, but she just... wasn't. It was a simple as that. Yes she may have some Candor qualities, she may like speaking her mind the whole time, but it wasn't her. Some part of her mind strained to keep some things inside her head, some things for her eyes only, her little secrets. But even though she knew it wasn't Candor, she hadn't known which Faction it was that that part of her brain belonged to. Well, until yesterday.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" called the concerned voice of Ophelia's mother through the locked door of her bedroom. The handle rattled and a fist knocked on the plain white door.

"Yeah," Ophelia called back in a cracked voice, "I'm fine. I just want to think."

She heard the receeding sound of her mothers footsteps, as she stifled another sob with her sleeve. No! She thought, Calm down! But the tears just kept on coming. Ophelia's shaking hands fought desperately to stop them from falling, but it was of no use. She fell back onto her bed and tangled her self in the blankets and pillows, and cried it all out until her head was thumping and her thoat was aching.

How could she do it? How could she leave her beautiful, honest home and family? How could she want to leave it for Dauntless?!