What if Tris was Dauntless-born? What if Tobias and Eric were initiates with her?
I know it's short, but there's more to come.
Thanks for reading.
PART ONE
I try to keep still as I listen to the names being called. I watch as one by one the people I've been going to school with for sixteen years walk up to the five big bowls and choose their future. Caleb's hand is tense and cold in mine. I hear his name called and squeeze his fingers before letting go. My stomach is tight, and every step he takes away from me is a stab of pain. Because I know I'll probably never see my brother again.
He takes the knife with steady hands. I swallow hard and close my eyes. He is placid, considerate, intelligent. He is not made for Dauntless; I've known this deep in my heart for a long time. I force my eyes open to watch his choice. He cuts into his palm and the blood pools. He breathes. And then tips his hand, his blood dripping into the water of Erudite.
The finality of it chokes me for a moment, but no matter how difficult this is for me, I want him to be happy. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.
I don't have much time to think about my brother's abandonment. My name is being called. I take the knife from the man with the strange dark blue eyes and turn towards the bowls. Time seems to dip, and for a long second my eyes rest on the grey stones of Abnegation. But the bite of the blade pulls me back. I know what I am, what I'll always be. It doesn't matter that my aptitude test results were inconclusive. My blood sizzles on the coals.
Dauntless.