From Uriah's Perspective, 4 days earlier (the day after their arrival)

Dauntless funerals usually last all night, but when the fire died, we all retreated silently back into the shelter of the oak tree. All except Tris; she had said she needed to go for a walk. I had started to follow her, but my mother had silently touched my arm, and shaken her head. Once inside, sleep claimed me quickly, and I dreamed of Zeke, and of my father. I'd like to think they're together now. My father disappeared ten years ago - just like that. No goodbye, no body, nothing. He was Divergent, and so am I. Dauntless and Erudite. We assumed he was discovered, but we'll probably never know for sure what happened to him. I hope he went down fighting.

Four saw it in me immediately. "We recognize our own kind", he had told me. His words had terrified me - just as Four himself had always terrified me. He practiced the aptitude test with me, so that when I took it for real, I'd get a Dauntless result. My mother had wanted me to go to Amity, to be safe, but I couldn't bear to leave her and Zeke, and Four watched over me. If he had been caught, it would have meant death for us both. He never let me thank him. I hope I get the chance someday.

I rise early. Shauna is still sleeping, but Tris' bunk is empty. I go in search of my mother. I find her at a table in the largest room of the underground compound, sitting with Katrina.

"Did you get some sleep, baby?" I usually hate it when she calls me that, but this time I don't mind.

I shrug. "Some."

"Katrina says we can stay here, as long as the Amity agree."

"And Tris and Shauna?"

"Tris will have to stay hidden here, but it will be up to Shauna whether she decides to stay or not."

"I'll stay with Tris. I owe it to Four."

My mother smiles briefly at this. "Just like Zeke. Dauntless to the core."

"You know that's not completely true." I tell her.

"You make your own choices in life – and that's who you are. Not a result from a simulation. Your father understood that, and so did Four."

I nod. "What do we do about Four?"

"He may be safer where he is – she's his mother."

I remember her cruel smile and her eyes, so like Four's, yet strangely dark - and I'm not so sure. I don't know how to explain it to my mother, though. "How do we get permission to stay here?"

Katrina answers this. "All four of you will need to go before the Amity council this afternoon. You'll explain your reasons for seeking asylum, and they will make a decision. You'll have to be patient. The Amity way of making decisions is not the Dauntless way."

"I've wondered how you've survived here all these years." My mother says.

Katrina laughs. "The bread helps. Still, I chose an easier path than Natalie."

My mother sighs. "She was in love."

"This was Tris' mom?" I ask.

"Yes, we were inseparable. She was the most Dauntless of us all. At least on the outside. But she and Katrina were both Divergent, and couldn't stay. I lost both of my best friends. Her parents were devastated when she chose Abnegation. She was their only child. After she left, they took the jump – together."

I look up to see Tris standing in the doorway. I wonder how much she heard. She is still wearing Four's sweater, her hair is disheveled, and there are dark smudges under her eyes, but despite this, she looks calmer – resolute, almost.

"Tris, we've been worried about you." My mother chides her, gently.

"I fell asleep on the train."

"You need to stay in Amity now, it's not safe for you anywhere else." My mother warns her.

Tris nods. "I read my mother's letters."

"Do you want to tell me about them?"

Tris crosses the room and sits down at the table across from my mother. "I'm not sure I understand it all, but yes." She pauses to take a deep breath. "The first letter was just a general warning about what might happen if I chose Dauntless."

My mother leans across the table and takes her hand. "Because you're Divergent?"

Alarm flashes across Tris' eyes, but my mother continues. "It's OK. You're safe here."

Tris' voice is barely more than a whisper. "How did you know?"

This time I answer. "We recognize our own kind." The expression on Tris' face after hearing these words makes me wonder if Four had used those same words with her. I take a deep breath. "Four recognized me. He helped me – protected me. I owe him my life."

My mother intervenes. "And what about the second letter – the one that came specifically addressed to you?"

"It was about Evelyn – Four's mother. It was a warning. My mother said Evelyn told her she was Divergent, and was planning to overthrow the faction system."

I notice Katrina and Hana exchange alarmed glances, but they say nothing, allowing her to continue. I am not as patient.

"I don't understand, I thought she died." I ask.

"She faked her own death. She wanted out of Abnegation, and she was pregnant by another man."

Hana shakes her head. "I don't understand how she could leave Four behind."

Tris' voice sounds brittle now. "She never wanted him."

"But he's Divergent, like her, right?" I ask.

"He not like her. I think that's why she never recognized his Divergence."

"We have to rescue him." I tell them.

Tris takes a deep breath, and I realize she now seems years older than she did yesterday. "We can't. Not now. He needs doctors and she's got them. We don't. We have to wait. We have to be smart this time." Tris looks away now. "After what I did, maybe he's safer with her, anyways."

"You didn't know." I tell her.

My mother joins me. "You couldn't have known what would happen. You need to rest, get your strength back. The Amity will probably give us sanctuary."

Tris nods. "Uriah, will you teach me how to fight? I mean really fight?"

I'm not sure how the Amity will feel about it, but I know it would help us both. "Of course. I'm not as good as Zeke or Four, but they taught me a lot."

Tris is silent at this, and I immediately regret saying their names.

This time, Katrina breaks the silence. "Tris, is there anything else you need?"

"Yes, a pair of scissors."

Tris had disappeared then, and I did not see her until it was time for us to go before the council. Shauna had wanted to go straight back to Dauntless, but Hana had convinced her to stay a couple of days at least to make sure it would be safe. The Amity Council was outside, in a large clearing. Everyone sat cross-legged on the grass in a large circle. The members clasped hands with the people on either side of them and exchanged greetings. Everyone smiled. Shauna and I were at a complete loss, but we followed suit. The leader of Amity was a woman named Joanna Reyes. She quietly addressed circle.

"Today we are fortunate to have among us four citizens from Dauntless. They are asking for sanctuary here – they are fleeing the violence that has overtaken their faction." Joanna stops now, and looks expectantly around the circle.

A young man speaks. "What if the Dauntless come looking for them?"

To my surprise, Tris answers for us. Her voice is calm and sure. "We would never wish to endanger any of you. No one knows we are here, but if they come for us, we will leave."

Shauna and I look at each other, surprised at the change in her. Like many of the Amity, she has covered her hair with a cloth wrap, but it is hot, and she starts to untie it. I see she has cut her hair off, it barely reaches to her collar. Shauna looks shocked, but I like it. It makes her look older, tougher, and more serious.

An older woman now speaks. "Are they willing to work, and to follow our rules?"

Joanna looks to us. "We would ask that you work in the fields each day, and that you keep our rule of Amity. No fighting, no weapons, no violence of any kind. It may be harder for you than you think."

"I can do it." I respond.

Tris and my mother both answer as well, but Shauna seems more reluctant. "What if I need to protect myself?" She questions Johanna.

"We all take this vow, so there should be no need."

Shauna seems unconvinced, but mutters, "Alright."

Johanna looks around again. "Are there any other questions?" She pauses for an incredibly long time, but finally continues. "Good, let's deliberate, then."

The deliberations go on for what seem like hours. Each person talks softly to the people on either side, and occasionally rises to talk to another member of the circle. Joanna sits calmly, smiling. I glance at Tris and she seems miles away – meditating, perhaps. Shauna is fidgeting and scowling.

Finally, the voices quiet, and then turn to silence. It seems that collectively, they have come to an agreement.

"Hana, Shauna, Tris, and Uriah: the Amity hereby grant you temporary sanctuary for one week, at which point we will re-evaluate your situation." Johanna smiles now. "Perhaps by then you will be able to return to your own faction."

I look in my mother's direction and I can tell that like me, she is not as optimistic as Johanna.

"Thank you, Johanna." Is all Tris says. The council members begin to rise, and leave.

"Katrina," I ask. "Is there a place around here that Tris, Shauna and I could use for some exercise?"

She smiles. "You mean sparring, right?"

"Yeah."

"Don't let them catch you. They won't understand." She points to a stand of thick trees about half a mile distant. "Those woods should be private enough."

The woods are beautiful, and very quiet. The smell wet, like moss. The Amity must be watering this place heavily. I wonder why. Strangely, I really like it in Amity. Everything feels alive. Shauna immediately drops to the ground and starts stretching, then switches to pushups. Tris mimics her, but falters after only a few pushups.

"Do them on your knees." Shauna tells her.

"No, I need to get stronger." Shauna and I switch to planks, and slowly Tris finishes the pushups. Shauna and Tris begin to spar. Shauna is rough, but Tris does not protest. Then we switch off, and Shauna and I fight. Since Four taught her as well, we are evenly matched, and soon we're both panting and exhausted. The light is failing, and so we head back.

As we are walking, we see a train approaching, and three people, dressed in blue, jump out. Shauna and I immediately look for cover, but Tris just stands there, as if paralyzed. I call to her.

"Get down!"

"It's OK," she murmurs. I think I know them."

It takes the jumpers a while to get to their feet, but when they do, Tris starts running toward them. I jump to my feet to follow her, but Shauna stays put. "Not smart, Uriah!" She calls to me, angrily. "You should know by now not to trust anybody in blue!"

I disregard her, though, and follow Tris. I catch up to her just as she meets them. It is a boy and girl about our age, and an older man. Tris embraces the boy first.

"Caleb, thank God. Thank God." She whispers tearfully into his shoulder.

The girl holds her hand out to me in Amity fashion. "I'm Amy."

I take her hand and nod. "Uriah."

Tris now turns to the man and takes his hand. "Arnold, I owe you so much, but why are you here?"

He smiles, but his voice is serious. "We have a lot to talk about."

A/N Hello! Not a super exciting chapter, I know, but there were introductions to be made, including background on Katrina and Natalie, as well as the terms under which they are allowed to stay in Amity. The next chapter will be from Tobias' point of view.