The Rebels Secret

by Carmouse

Hi, this is my first fanfiction. Its about how America finds out about what the southern rebels want. She finds this out when they invade the palace and capture her. After a series of twists and turns, she escapes with their, secret tells Maxon, and gives them whet they want, which in turn stops all rebels attacks on the castle and towns-people. Hope you like it!

1. The Best Day Ever

The wedding was amazing! After the reception everyone gathered around the humongous table for the feast. The cooks made enough food to feed an army (which in a way I guess we are an army). I looked around at all the smiling faces and was hit by a wave of longing, my da should be here, he should have had the chance to cry over giving me to Maxon, held me tight and told me how proud he is. But he can't, not when he's dead. I miss him, I know Maxon misses his parents too, but it's hard knowing that the only you looked up to, the person who kissed your knee when you were hurt, the person who you wanted to watch you grow up, was gone, watching you from heaven. "America, come join us, you look so depressed, are you thinking about your father again?" he knows me so well, I sighed, "Yeah, I just wish he was here, I mean it's one of the most important days of my life and he's not here with me," I choked out the words, "It will be alright, I know how you feel, we will make it work," "I know," he pulled me in for an embrace, it was comforting, I hoped this moment will never end.

(After the reception and everyone's left)

Maxon carried my exhausted body up the many flights of stairs to his- no our room. He laid me on the bed and kissed me, we sat like that for a long time, all of our feelings put into that kiss. Eventually he pulled away, leaving me longing for more. My eyes flicked around the room he has had for many years. The enormous bed, the bathroom the size of Kota's house with door slightly ajar, and finally the collage hiding behind his door, the face's of the selected girls, famous landmarks and just houses he likes, all made into the collage in front of me, I let myself linger on the wall remembering our argument about taking it down or simply changing rooms. "I can't believe this, I just got married to the girl of my dreams, my parents are dead, and within a year there won't be any castes left, it a lot to take in," he said finally looking a little dazed. I know Max, I know. Oh! I forgot to tell you earlier- you look gorgeous in that suit," I teased, he replied, "And you dear look stunning in that dress of yours," I shook my head, in the safe room I promised that he could call me 'dear' of he survived the attack. I told about that promise when I got out of course, bad move on my part. So we talked and teased and joked and laughed all night.

It had been the perfect night.