Day of choosing
23:57pm
The path, that's all there was… the one all dread to walk. Torches lit it up with an eerie glow. White gravel lines the floor reflecting the orange fire. It was strangely beautiful yet the horror of it made anything wish it wasn't born. At the end stood a platform adorned with black and gold which caught in the light. Black figures stood either side of it wearing the same coloured cloaks which consumed their bodies in a black shroud, the black tasers were hidden by the darkness. My own long dark blue cloak suddenly felt very heavy on my shoulders. I scanned the crowd quickly to be sure I wasn't spotted for searching for someone familiar. The other three groups all wore the same terrified expression, the fourth group had the same smug look they always wore at the choosing, they were Dauntless. The Erudite stood next to me looked shattered, he had clearly not slept for a few days, probably because he had been researching all he could, about the games. Yet the very name of it was deceptive, the very word itself has connotations of playing and having fun. It could not be further from the truth. All citizens under the age of 16 are forbidden from watching the games or preparing for them. It didn't take me and fellow Erudites very long to hack the system to find out what it was about, but we could get no further than find out about what it involves. Lies, they are built on lies, like the very fabric of our society. But I have to be careful as the Candors wearing white and black robes stood in formation next to us. Black and white truth, but nothing is as ever as easy as that. I had a feeling that each faction knew something about the games that the other faction didn't. I wondered why Dauntless looked so smug.
My watch ticked slowly into 12. An elder climbed onto the platform in a white robe, on the back the five faction symbols glittered in gold. It was the first time I had ever seen all five symbols as one. He opened his mouth and started to talk but I felt dizzy and sick. Don't let me be dauntless, don't let me be dauntless, it was an empty plead. The man held up a scroll of parchment, this was strange as we have all the technology we could ever need. He read out a list of names, His lips formed a name I was all too familiar with, my own, vision started going, hearing went, legs buckled, a black hand grabbed and pulled me roughly from my place in the line. I knew what lay ahead of that path, the metaphoric blood dripping of the stage, the doom to all those who are chosen. I screamed for help but none came. I was a dauntless, the feared ones. The world spun and became black.