Authors Note: Set in current time. All the factions were established earlier in time so it is not set in the future. Still involves all main characters and new ones which I have added.

Annabelle Eaton POV

Gone. Like paper floating in the wind, a society, my society soared into nothingness. Gone.

Times had changed since the sufficiency of the factions. Once, I've been told, that the factions were what kept us safe; that the problem was us as individuals. We were informed that a mind that worked in solitude was not a mind to be trusted, therefore, a collective of thoughts connecting to make one seemed safer. I wish it was true.

In one of our History lessons, we were taught that after World War III in 1985, every city, in every county, in continent were in despair. That's when the factions were created, to separate our different opinions to make 5 different views. We all worked to help our city to make one well rounded person. No-one leaves their city. Ever.

Up until 2 years ago, we kept the peace. Erudite gave us life and helped us transform it. Amity gave us food. Candor gave us justice. Abnegation gave us aid. Dauntless gave us a sense of security. We were safe.

We were make-believers; trying to find hope in hell.

It wasn't until 2015, that we removed the white haze covering our eyes. Erudite planned their first attack against Candor after the Charles Smith (the son to the leader of Erudite) was imprisoned for many charges of drunk driving and arson. A blanket of hate has been slowly suffocating us since that day. Accusations from Erudite towards Candor spat out like poison. Until.

19/03/2015

The death serum was released into the Candor headquarters. 5,000 deaths; 5,000 families grieving. Infinity of pain. More and more attacks occurred against every faction; no-one was and is safe. I guess they were right when they said faction before blood.

01/09/2017

Now, its my time to choose. I can escape, be free and fly. Am I still allowed to be scarred? I'll be free but what I need is peace and what I need I can't get. Maybe I should choose Amity, I could hide in my false hope. But, what I've realized is that you cant run or hide from what you are and what you create. I helped create my world.

I must be brave, like my brother told me. When we came home from school to see a bottle in Marcus' hand and Mother on the floor. When our eyes glimmered in horror as he unraveled his belt. The day of the choosing ceremony, two years ago, when he placed his decoration on this bed side table and kissed my forehead good bye. Be brave.

Authors Note: I know this is very short and I guarantee that the next chapters will be longer, contain dialogue and have an actual plot. This first chapter is used to explain their society and start to introduce a new character.I hope you enjoyed reading this and carry on reading the next chapters/strong/p