In the beginning the founders intended to divide the people into five factions. This failed. For many years the Kingdom of Erudite has ruled with a strong hand against those who go against the monarchy. In order to keep the peace a truce must be reached. Can the people of Dystopia come together in true lasting peace? Or war forever fill their lives? Eric/OC.


The Prince of Dystopia
Chapter 1: The Prince


"It wasn't always like this. A King needed to rule the land. The founders of the great city we now call Dystopia, intended for the people to be divided and kept in five factions. Amity, the peaceful, Candor, the honest, Abnegation, the selfless, Erudite, the smart, and Dauntless, the strong. There was peace but, it did not last long. History would be written to say that factions deflected from the system and societal laws. This caused revolt, ciaos, and anarchy amongst the factions. In order to re-establish peace, Erudite took overall governing control of each faction and by all means necessary brought peace to the city once again. They elected a King and for the past 100 years the line of Kings has stood to the monument of peace. The faction system still stood in place. Instead of a government of representing factions agreeing on what was best for society, those representatives would go before the King. The King would have the final say in all decisions regarding the government."

"Amity still farmed the land. They continued to provide resources to the city. Food, water, wine, cloth, they were the farmers and the city could not stand without them. Candor, still upheld their honest ways, they would represent criminals in cases in front of the King, who would rule out final judgement. Abnegation, barely lingered after the rise of the monarchy. They did their part and served the Kingdom as servants to the King. The Erudite became the sole governing force, they were the Kings Court and parliament. Dauntless became the Kings royal guard and army. A monarchy with an inner structure of a faction system. It worked for the moment. The last 10 years had seen a rise in conflict amongst the people of Dystopia. Those who were not fit to play a role in society were banished outside the wall. Factionless. A law had been passed that all those who were considered and adopted the Factionless role, to be removed from the city, to better help the development of the new government. This created conflict amongst all peoples. Outside the wall was a land that no one had ventured to in over 200 years. It was a death sentence, just because you didn't fit in."

My pen stopped. I sighed and looked at the words I had just written down on the page before me. I sat at my father's desk. Well my desk. The Kings desk. I glanced around the overly large office. My office. I groaned and tossed the pen down. This could not be happening to me, not now. My father had planned for me to take over at the time of his death, twenty years from now. I ran my hands over my face. His death had been sudden and unexpected. Society law required that all heirs to the King take the throne at the age of 21 and begin courtship to claim a Queen and produce an heir. I turned 21 in three weeks. At that point I would be crowned King and expected to find and claim a wife. My head fell hard onto the desk with a loud thud. I wasn't ready for commitment so soon. I knew the charade that would happen in the coming weeks and I dreaded every thought of it. I shut my eyes and tried to calm my nerves. I wasn't King yet. My father's funeral was in two days. Everyone would come and attend his service, to stay goodbye to an old King and greet a new one. At that moment I wished for nothing more than to see my mother again. She did not want to continue the role of Queen, for that she was banished beyond the wall. A knock came to the office door and I shook my head against the desk. I promptly ignored who ever requested entrance. The knock came again.

"My Lord." A strong voice carried over the room.

"Did I say enter?" I asked as calmly as possible. I knew that I had to begin to act like a King but, I found it hard, especially toward those I considered friends.

"No my Lord." I sat up and looked at my personal hand and body guard. Max. I leaned forward on my desk and gave a slight glare.

"Yet, here you are."

"Forgive me, I forgot my place." Max said and I rolled my eyes. My hands waved the whole situation away and I stood as he approached my desk. No need for ill will between friends. "Writing your journal?" I smirked and looked down at the leather bound book.

"It is customary that a King keep one, my father had dozens." I pointed out at the stacks of journals around the room. The day that he had passed I found myself here, rummaging through everything he had ever written.

"It is good for a King to record his thoughts." Max said and I glanced up at him. I shook my head.

"My father spent more time writing in these journals than he did with me." Max gave a reassuring smile as I continued. "He said that one day, I would find the answers in these pages, I only need to seek out the right question." I ran my hand through my long hair. I had kept it long my entire life. My father had been completely against it. Just the same as the two piercings above my right eyebrow and my pierced ears. I was a rebel in my youth.

"Your advisor will be arriving shortly." Max quickly changed the subject of friendly conversation to business and I rolled my eyes. I hated her, ever since she was appointed my father's high advisor I hated her. Max barley finished his announcement and the door to the office flew open. Jeanine Matthews. I glared at her, no knock, no request to enter, nothing.

"My Lord Prince, how good it is to see you this morning." She said as she approached the desk, her minions trailing behind her. "Forgive me for not being at your side when you father passed." She said and inclined her head with a fake look of sympathy upon her face. I knew her well enough to know that she only cared for herself and her path in the world.

"Trust me you were not missed." I said flatly and took a seat in my father's chair. It would take me awhile to adopt everything as my own. He had only passed a day ago and I had yet to leave this office. Jeanine gave me a forced smile and took a seat in front of the desk.

"Today you must great your public." She stated and snapped her fingers. A servant stepped forward quickly and handed over a leather folder. Jeanine took it quick and waved the servant off in annoyance. I knew that Jeanine felt she was better than most people, she didn't care how she treated those lower than her. "We will start in Amity, then work our way through each faction and." I raised my hand stopping her.

"We are in mourning Miss Matthews." I said softly. I was not going to go gallivanting from one faction to the next the day after my father's death. Especially not with a smile on my face telling everyone I was fine.

"We need to let the city know that we are in good spirits." She said flipping through the papers in her folder, glancing up every once and awhile, not giving me her full attention. "People may begin to question your rule if we don't, you cannot sit with an inactive government." I glared at her. The government would run regardless if we were in mourning or not.

"Then send out a message, you're good at that." I looked between her and Max. Max had a smirk on his face, we never shared anything good about Jeanine in our conversations. She gave a small chuckle and smirked.

"My Lord, we must." I cut her off again, she was trying to convince me, to control me, I wouldn't have it. I slammed my hand on the wooden desk and stood.

"Miss Matthews, I will say again we are in a time of mourning. Until my father's service in two days' time, we will remain in a state of mourning." She folded her hands in her lap and focused on the ground in front of her. "If any condition arises that needs my consideration you may return to this office, until then get out!" Jeanine took a quick breath and gave a forced smile.

"As your wish." She stood and handed her folder over to the servant who held it for her before. The door closed with a slight slam behind her. I threw my hands up in the air and began to pace around the office. My father taught me nothing about advisors.

"Who does she think she is?" I shouted and Max shook his head.

"Your advisor." He stated simply.

"I want another." I walked up to Max. "Find me another advisor." I ordered him and went back to my pacing.

"My Lord, she is the highest qualified advisor in the city, there are laws that keep her in that slot." I stopped and stared at the door she exited out of. I groaned but then thought quickly. Turning back to Max I laughed triumphantly.

"Get me all the law books that would cover her and her station." Max's shoulders shrugged but he nodded. "No, just get me all the law books."

"Just a little light reading my Lord." Max said and made his way to the door. He paused and I watched him curiously. He turned back with a friendly smile. "Your father was a great King my Lord." We stared at each other for a moment before he turned to leave. No one had given me any condolences since my father's death. I did not know how to take it just yet. I sighed. Why did he have to leave me? I ran my hands through my hair and groaned I frustration. The one thing I used to annoy my father was now the one thing I hated. I left the office and made my way back to my room. I called for a servant to prepare me a bath and bring food and shears. I would be rid of this hair today. While one servant prepared my bath and meal the other clipped the long hair from my head. It made me look childish regardless. Once done I was left with a modernized high and tight. It felt good to say goodbye to the long locks. I looked more severe and serious but, in a good way. I dressed in clothing more fitted for an upcoming King. Black slacks and a deep red shirt. I threw a silk vest over it and left my collar undone. I would walk the palace grounds but that was it. The only thing I would do to show face to my public. I stood at more door not able to leave the confines of my room. All I wanted was to remain the Prince. I shook my head. It was inevitable to say the least. I would be King in three weeks, unless by some miracle my father resurrected himself. Till then I would remain myself. I would remain the Prince of Dystopia, Prince Eric.


A/N: 0_o Yup thats how I feel right now! Well this is the first of hopefully many chapters to come. I got this idea from going to see Cinderella the day before Insurgent came out, so Eric was on my mind the entire time. Any comments of what I have so far is appreciated, especially if you like to concept. Thanks for reading, more to come soon.