The Erudite compound looks utterly different from what I expected. I walk in cluster of awestruck initiates attempting to absorb as much of the moment as I can. We enter into a collection of strategically placed buildings, looming over head with no irrational bright colouring or distractions, yet with enough detail to provide interest. The general feeling is welcoming but I can feel the stares all around me, they are friendly but it is an entirely new experience to me; to accept my importance.

We move through a tour of the compound which seems to consist of a minor city. As our tour guide lists off facts and details I try to pay attention though I know much of what he says will be useless to me. The compound, I have observed, obviously works in a logical manor. The centre building is the most important and is under heavy surveillance, moving towards the outskirts of the city means the buildings are homely and of less importance; beautiful. Erudite is a community able to work in complete unison to achieve their goal of pursuing knowledge and further intelligence; everything I could have hoped for, and as the quote depicts, glistening high above the centre of the communal library (the dominant edifice), knowledge leads to prosperity.

The initiation process is simple yet confronting. "You have two full weeks before your final assessment," our guide explains.

"What assessment?" A Candor girl asks. Her nose is upturned and it is clear she values herself over everyone else in the room, a disgusting attribute.

The guide gives her a disgruntled look, clearly not pleased at being interrupted (but what else do you expect from a Candor I suppose) and adjusts his thin-rimmed spectacles before continuing. "You may spend this time as you please; exploring the compound, mingling and growing accustomed to the area or revising for your IQ examination at the end of the fortnight. There are twelve places available to transfer initiates and those with the highest IQ will be offered them accordingly." The group of transfers explode into conversation and the guide fights for silence. "You will register your name and original faction then will be introduced to your rooms and your host families for the next two weeks. And please remember to keep your voices down, this is a library!" He gives a dissatisfied 'huff' before disappearing into the depths of endless shelves packed tirelessly with data.

The group of transfers mutter in shaken conversation and I turn in a panic observing the people around me: Five Amity, seven Candor, one Dauntless and two Abnegation. A realisation dawns that I am sure will arise with the others soon. Three of us will not be joining the Erudite after all.