The ceremony ended. Several people around here started to stir from their seats. Lissa rose too, following the Dauntless out, leaving her home and family behind.

No.

She mustn't think that way. That was not the truth. She knew the truth and it was that she was no longer Candor. She was never truly Candor. Telling the truth just never came easily to her. She had tired. Really tried for sixteen years to no effect.

She had chosen Dauntless.

Dauntless was her new home. Her new faction. This is where she belonged.

Her test scores had proven this was her path. No. The Candor part of her brain scolded her. That was another lie. Her test was "inconclusive," whatever that meant. Lissa wasn't sure that anyone actually knew what such a result meant. But it wasn't good. The man who had conducted the test had seemed worried and nervous. And he had called her something.

Divergent.

She shook her head. She wouldn't think on that now. Around her yells and whoops of joy and laughter went up. The crowd of Dauntless members and initiates pick up pace and soon they were running alongside a train.

"Holy crap" she whispered. Besides her an Amity girl nodded in agreement. The Dauntless whooped louder still and began jumping onto the train. The Dauntless-born initiates followed soon after. It was the only factor transfers that were left running alone side the train.

Lissa suppressed a frisson of fear and adrenaline and leaped onto the train. She got on foot in the train but the other caught on something and she started to fall. A hand from inside the train grabbed hers and hoisted her up. She collapsed breathless, leaning against the side of the train.

"You okay there Candor," a Dauntless initiate asked scornfully. She looked up. He was smirking. She frowned at him.

"Yes I'm fine," she snapped. "Unlike you I haven't been doing this my whole life so you can wipe that obnoxious smile off your face." She turned away but he caught her shoulder. He was stronger than his slight figure would have suggested and he kept her from turning around. She glared at him and he held up his hands in a sign of defeat.

"Whoa there," she said. "I didn't mean any harm. Lets try this again, shall we? I'm Zeke." He extended a hand. Lissa hesitated before accepting it.

"I'm Lissa."

"Well Lissa," Zeke said. "Nice to meet you."

She appraised him carefully. He wasn't tall, a few inches taller than her but that wasn't saying much. His golden eyes seemed to glow in his dark skin. However his golden eyes stance was casual and laid back. His smile genuine without a hint of its former condescension.

"Nice to meet you too," she conceded. He laughed. "You don't have to be all serious. Is that what they teach you in Candor?"

Lissa cracked a smile, "Reasons I left."

Zeke stared at her for a moment before laughing again. "I like you. Your different."

"You have no idea," Lissa muttered.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind," she said quickly. "So what's Dauntless like?"

"Were here!" a voice called out. Lissa looked around. The train was approaching the roof of a building. As the reached it several Dauntless began throwing themselves out of the train. Them more began leaving.

"See you on the other side Candor!" Zeke shouted as he too leaped from the train.

Lissa moved to follow then realized what was below the train. Nothing. That was what was below. Nothing but seven stories of air. She stumbled and fell. Arms closed around her waist, stabilizing her.

"Careful there," a deep voice said. Lissa looked around. It was a tall boy dressed all in grey. He was Abnegation. The one that caused the big stir back at the ceremony. He was staring at her. She met his gaze and he quickly released her waist.

"Ready?" he asked. But she could tell he was nervous.

"Are you?" she countered with a smile and flung herself out the train. For a second she was falling. then her feet hit solid ground. The force of it caught her by surprise and she fell and rolled.

"Need a hand?" It was the Abnegation boy.

She smiled. "Thanks but I got two." He smiled uncertainly.

Lissa smiled. "Joking." She accepted his hand. "Thanks, and for back on the train."

He shrugged. "No big deal."

"Guess it comes with the territory, Abnegation, and all."

His eyes hardened. She had offended him, but she didn't get to find out why. Over her shoulder Zeke called.

"Yo Candor," he said loping up beside her. "You really do have a problem stay on your feet huh?"

"And you have a knack for annoying comments."

Zeke shrugged, "Could be worse. Who's the Stiff?" he asked gesturing towards the Abnegation boy. Lissa glanced at him. He was tense, she could tell from his eyes and his stance.

"I don't know," Lissa said. "What is your name?" the boy didn't respond. Lissa tried again. "You obviously don't like being called Stiff so what shall we call you?"

The boy glanced at her. "Tobias," he said finally.

"Well Tobias," Zeke said. "Candor, welcome to Dauntless." He flung his arms wide. "Home of the—" but he didn't get to finish. A small woman abou 30 leaped onto the edgo of the seven story building and addressed the crowd.

"Welcome to Dauntless. I am Nikkia, one of your new faction leaders. Over the edge of this building is the members entrance to Dauntless."

"You want us to jump off a building?" An Erudite boy asked.

Nikkia fixed him with a hard stare. "If you can't do it you don't belong here." The Erudite boy fell silent. "The initiates get to go first." The crowd of Dauntless members parted for the initiates.

"Is this how you always get home?" Lissa whispered to Zeke. "Jumb off a building?"

"Member's entrance," Zeke reminded her. "Normally we get a door."

"Is no one going to jump?" Nikkia asked impatiently. That sparked something in Lissa. A desire to prove herself or a death wish, she wasn't sure but she looked around and stepped forward. She reached the edge of the building and looked down. It was a black hole bordered by three other buildings so the shadows did not allow you to see the bottom.

Lissa took a deep breath. She could feel her heart racing. As she stood on the edge of the building, the wind whipping around her.

This was a lie. A scare tactic. The truth was she wasn't going to die. She would land safety. But still she knew she wouldn't be able to jump if she thought about it. She shook her head to clear it and nearly lost her balance. She heard a gasp behind her but Lissa paid no attention. She jumped.

She was falling through nothingness. The wind whipped passed, tearing at her clothes, stinging her face. Her stomach felt a million miles about where is should be. She felt elated, high from the adrenaline.

Then in an instant it was all over. Her feet hit something hard. She fell, and the net, for it was a net, cradled her body.

Lissa laughed, feeling drunk from the fall. Hands pulled her off the net. She tripped, and naturally, fell. Or she would have if those same hands had not caught her again.

"Careful" a deep voice said. Lissa glanced up. A Dauntless boy stood about her. He was tall with a square jaw and blonde hair. He had sea green crystal clear eyes that seemed to analyze everything as if he were forming eight different ways to take down everyone around him.

"Is she hurt?" another male voice asked from the shadows. The first boy glanced at her knee. She had torn her black pants and was bleeding. He bent to look at it. "I don't think so Demetri." The first boy called. "It doesn't look deep. Does it hurt." Lissa shook her head.

"I'm Rowan," he said. "What's your name?"

"Lissa." She replied.

Rowan called over his shoulder, "First jumper, Lissa!"