Hiya guys! This is the first chapter of my second fanfiction, and I have had the storyline in my head for quite a while now. So, considering my first fanfic finished a week ago, I thought, 'Why not?'

I hope you enjoy this first chapter, it's only a starting chapter to see if any of you like it. If you do, I would be really grateful for reviews, just like any other fanfiction writer, and feel free to PM me if there is anything you wish to ask or criticise. I don't know when I will next be updating, but the more reviews the quicker I will update the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Veronica Roth owns all of the characters.

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Chapter 1 – The Newest Faction

Tris's POV

I woke up from a dream, from a nightmare. It was three years ago, when I stopped David from stealing the memories of the five factions that quarrelled against each other over the matter of Divergents and risked my life as I travelled through a death serum to do so. I had been killed, David had shot me, but I had succeeded in clearing his memories as he had wanted to do to the innocent families within each of the factions.

Although that wasn't the horrifying part that had woken me, it was aftermath. In the aftermath, nothing had changed. That was the horrifying part. That was the part that had awoken me. Nothing had changed, everything had stayed the same. Divergents weren't allowed in the society that I had once been a part of; they had to continue hiding as we had back then, and the idea of that being our reality yet again scared me more than I cared to admit.

The only thing that had reassured me that it was only a dream was Tobias. He had looked at me with his beautiful dark blue eyes that showed love and kindness, and he had assured me that we didn't live like that anymore, that we were in the now, not in the then. After I returned to the present day, I had laughed at his short, tousled hair and asked him to go and make me some breakfast while I lay in bed.

The surroundings in the dream had been entirely different – which wasn't much of a surprise considering the fact that the place that we lived hadn't existed three years ago. Divergent was now the to-die-for faction, but it was a Divergents-only thing. Not Divergent, you didn't get in, simple as that. I still remembered how we were looked upon back then, with fear and guarded disgust. It was totally different now. Not only were we allowed our own faction, we had been allowed to design it before it had been properly built. We had created a futuristic faction, one that showed just how great each individual Divergent was. I loved living here, and I knew that all other Divergents did too.

As Tobias made his way to the kitchen, I admired my colourful surroundings. Each Divergent, when being assigned their room, is allowed to decorate it how they wish. Tobias and I had been assigned a room together – as we were the leaders of the faction – and we had decided to paint the walls white. Obviously we didn't leave it as boring as that, we had painted every faction's symbol on its own wall (we had designed the Ditel with five walls for each bedroom, although the kitchen, living rooms, etc, still contained the usual four walls).

...And just in case you were wondering, the Ditel is just the hotel in which we live. The Divergent Hotel merged into one word. Any other words that you come across that begin with 'Di' is most likely a normal thing that has been adapted to our faction's humour. Tobias had come up with most of them, although I was proud to say that I had come up with quite a few myself – the Ditel being one of them...

We had painted each symbol in its given colour; grey for Abnegation, black for Candor, yellow for Dauntless, blue for Erudite, and red for Amity. We had also gotten furniture of all colours in the faction symbols, which lit up the room so much more.

Divergent didn't really have a specific colour, but we were known for green, the only reason being the fact that our faction was built within a large area of grassland that had once been empty and neglected. Now, it looked beautiful – not to brag or anything, but Tobias and I were lucky enough to be the only people in our faction to have the lovely view when we woke up in the morning.

Our kitchen – like all other kitchens in this faction – was filled with sophisticated dark colours (browns, dark greys, silvers, blacks). It looked amazing, but totally contrasted with the living room that we had made orange. There was no reason for the chosen colour, it just seemed fun.

Right now, I was drinking the glass of water that he had poured for me as I had already finished the toast that he'd made. Well, I was both drinking the water and watching him as he sat on the foot of the bed smiling at me.

"What?" I demanded as he continued smiling in his weird 'I know something' smile.

"Nothing," he replied, although I could tell from the smile that continued to stretch from one side of his face to the other that 'nothing' had a current definition of 'something'.

"It's not nothing, otherwise you wouldn't be looking at me like that," I stated as I glared at him from my half-sitting-half-lying position.

"If I tell you, you'll get embarrassed," he said casually, which just made me glare more.

"When do I ever get embarrassed?" I questioned, although I was beginning to think about whether or not I really wanted to know what had plastered that smile on his face.

He didn't really give me much more time to add up the pros and cons as he said, "When you look as if you're wearing jam as blusher and butter as foundation."

I quickly placed the water gently on the table and rushed to the mirror at the other side of the room. Just as he had said, I had jam smeared across my cheeks and butter lined along my chin. I first gasped at the fact that I had food smeared on my face and then gasped as the realisation that the person facing me was me. Then I registered the fact that I saw everything differently now. The dream had put me back in time, I was thinking of every thing and person as if they looked and acted like they had back then.

"You okay?" Tobias enquired.

"Yeah, that dream just left an after affect," I told him. "Nothing to worry about."

He embraced me from behind and balanced his chin on my right shoulder. Looking at him in the mirror, I realised that he looked different, too.

"It's strange," I started, "it's like yesterday was that day, three years ago. The dream was more vivid than any other dream I've ever had."

He looked into my eyes using the reflections in the mirror. Nodding, he said, "I've had them, they're too vivid for their own good." He paused and spun me around, placing his hands on my hips when we were face-to-face. He asked, "You ready for the Dissembly?"

...The Dissembly being an assembly that we hold every once in a while within the Divergent faction, the Divergent Assembly merged into one word, just like the Ditel...

"I still can't believe you managed to get them to call it that," I laughed.

He let go of a small chuckle and repeated, "So you ready?"

"Of course, let's go see what's in store today."

We didn't run the Dissemblies, we only hosted them. It was the Council that dealt with this sort of stuff. There was a Dissembly every fortnight on Monday morning, and just like any of those other Monday mornings, Tobias and I left the Ditel and made our way to the Dissembly Hall using the Didentification card (Divergent Identification Card) that each Divergent was given as a key of sorts to get into the Dissembly Hall. All you had to do was swipe the card in the small machine at the side of the door, just like you had to do to enter the Ditel and your room in the Ditel and many other places that are yet to be told of, and it opens to allow entrance. Tobias swiped his card first and I watched as the door slid closed behind him. Following his lead, I swiped the card in the machine and walked through the door.

The first thing I saw was Sasha Trimsley – joint leader of the Council – arguing with Thomas Long – the other joint leader of the Council. He seemed to sigh and give in to whatever she had been blabbering on about and she squealed in excitement.

"What's going on?" I asked Sasha, approaching her cautiously as if she was an untamed hare with new-borns to protect.

"It's a secret." When I lifted my eyebrows at her she just giggled. "Don't worry; you'll be notified during the Dissembly, just as the rest of our faction will be."

"And what if I don't approve?"

She flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and her green eyes shone as they caught the light. "If you don't approve, then there won't be much you can do about it."

I gritted my teeth in frustration but kept the thoughts that were swirling around in my head to myself. I may be the joint leader of Divergent, but I still had to be polite – especially to the Council members, which I had actually helped to select. It was unfortunate, but I couldn't disagree. After all, it had been Tobias and I that had chosen our faction rules.

And it had been me that had chosen to include the rule saying 'All Divergent Individuals Must Be Polite To Their Peers'.

To be fair, I hadn't planned on that particular rule backfiring, but it had, and now I had to be polite to possibly the most annoying person on this planet. That certainly wasn't an easy task.

Well, that didn't matter at this precise moment. We had a Dissembly to begin, and it looked like all were here as the Dissembly Hall just down the corridor was filled with chatter and there was no longer a queue at the front entrance.

I caught up to Tobias and walked with him into the Dissembly Hall. One by one, the voices in the room evaporated until there was nothing left but silence.

That was one of the advantages of being a leader; noise wasn't something you had to put up with all that much.