Before we start, gotta let ya know I don't own Legend of Zelda or Divergent in anyway at all.
This is a story based on Divergent culture using LOZ characters.
This is my first Fic so lets hope it turns out well.
I lead her into a small gray room, somewhere in the Abnegation area of the city. It was simple, gray concrete walls, a small window for light, and a table made of wood in the center. There was two very old, very refurbished looking chairs, and on the table set some documents as well as an unlit candle for meetings that went into the night. In front of me set the leader of the Abnegation and the leader of the city. Despite her bland gray robes and her weariness from the recent events, she still had a regal beauty about her. She did not wear makeup, but her face had a natural snowy paleness to it, with rosy lips and bright blue eyes. Her hair was incredibly long, I believe it was the only selfishness this girl had in her, something she yearned for to separate herself from the empty life of the Abnegation.
"Madam Zelda, I am going to need to set some stuff up before we get started, please forgive me for not being prepared." I smiled at her as she simply nodded towards me. If she was upset she wouldn't show it, Abnegation does not allow her to be upset or have emotion. I turned the camera to face the table, hoping the batteries would last. "My name is (_) and I am here with Zelda, leader of the City and Abnegation. She is also a childhood friend of Link. This interview is to help shed some light on just where he went, Zelda do you consent to this recording?"
"Yes, there will not be any problem with recording," her voice was gentle, and had a slight lilt to it. Something from her past, something that held her to her roots, that wouldn't allow her to fully be free of herself.
I steadied myself before her, sitting resolutely. I knew she wouldn't give me any trouble, but she isn't Candor; the Abnegation will lie if it is better for others. "Zelda, do you know where Link is?"
She gave a soft shake of her head, "No, I am afraid I don't know. We did not have much contact after he left."
I examined her carefully; if she was lying I couldn't tell. Her face gave no signs. "Well what do you know? Anything you can tell me about him?"
"Well I only know a little, I was really only involved with him until the choosing, I also know his results of the aptitude test," she trailed off with her words, unsure if she should have had said them.
"It is ok to tell me, I know that test is confidential, but in this respect, I have been given permission to use any information I can, and anyone who gives it to me will not be held accountable, so please, tell me what you know." I was not entirely lying, but it didn't make any difference at the moment, I needed to know where he went.
"As you know, for us, life starts at the choosing, or that is what they say. To us it starts with the test, it makes us question just who we are." Her face became sullen as she remembered her past.
"So you are saying the test had something to do with what happened?" It bothered me how she was beating around the bush, "Please, just tell me everything you can."
She was getting agitated now, but her voice maintained her gentle tone, "For most of us, why we did what we did, why we followed him; it had a lot to do with that night. But he has always known who he was, and he always had his dreams in sight. He as always so resolute and so sure of himself…even when he was betrayed. HE could overcome the shock, and do what we could not. I think his condition made him wise in a way. All that time, unable to speak, mute from the moment we met him, but he could listen and he could think. I used to wish to hear his voice. But like I said, it all started with the choosing."