The Flame

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Chapter 1

Grey.

That's the only color I've ever worn my entire life. Why couldn't we be allowed to leave our factions, while the Royals get to visit which ever faction they want? All I've ever wanted was for one day to not wear grey clothing. Yellow. Blue. White. Black. Anything but grey.

My petite dress flutters in the wind as I search for some carrots in my bag, and hand them to the factionless family. They smile at me, and start eating. I sigh, and walk towards the direction of my home. Abnegation has to be selfless. They have to give up their food to anyone who needs it. They have to stand up when someone else needs a seat. They have to dedicate all their time to helping others.

I kick some dirt. Why did I have to be born into this faction? Where all we do is help others? My head jerks up when I hear leaves rustle. The bush moved. I near it, hopeful that it isn't a bear. I pull back the bush to reveal a boy. Maybe seventeen; I can't really tell from the back. But he isn't wearing grey; he's wearing black.

"Hey, buddy" I say, and he turns around. His face is impossible to make out, because of the mask he's wearing, so I just say, "Dauntless are on the west side. Not here"

A mask covers his entire face, and he says, "Oh. I just saw these knives here and assumed I was in Dauntless" His voice is muffled a little by the mask.

"You're not. I don't even know why those are there" I cross my arms, "What about you? Why are you in the Abnegation sector?"

He shrugs, "I couldn't find my way to Dauntless"

"How old are you?" I ask, nearing him.
"Seventeen" he says, "Why?"

"What faction are you from?" I ask. I don't know why I'm asking any of these questions; I'm not allowed to be curious.

"It doesn't matter." He says, "Aren't Abnegation supposed to reject curiosity?"

I grunt, "Who ever said I wanted to be Abnegation?" I cross my arms, "I was born into it. I can't get out, even if I wanted to"

He nears me a little more, "What's your name?"

I stare at him, "Why would I tell you mine? You tell me yours first."

"How mature" he says, sarcastically, rolling his eyes "I'm Four"

I raise an eyebrow, "The number?" I ask, and he nods, "Exactly"

I say, "I'm…"

I think. "Beatrice" doesn't sound right anymore, even though I'm still Abnegation. I feel like I need to introduce myself differently, in order to not get in trouble.

"Tris" I say. That seems to fit. I like that. From now on I'm Tris Prior. Beatrice is gone.

"Tris" he says, testing out the name, and then he shrugs his shoulders, "Unusual, but nice. Since you're here, and you obviously don't want to be in Abnegation, want to practice knife throwing?" I never said I didn't want to be in Abnegation, but how can I object? It sounds like so much fun, and I'm here, and I have nothing but time, so I shrug my shoulders, and say, "Sure"

He hands me a knife, and throws one at a tree, landing onit, sticking to it, and my eyes widen, and he laughs. He has such a nice laugh; deep but nice. I wish he would show his face.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" I ask, and he nods, walking over to me, and his hand touches mine, as if to guide it. I don't mind, though. He pulls my arm back, and pushes it forward, and it sticks to the tree at an awkward angle, and I bite my lip.

"We'll have to work on that" Four says, pulling the knives from the tree.

"Wait" I say, "Am I coming here to practice, like every day?" I must sound like a dumb little kid.

He shrugs, walking over to me, the knives in his hand "Only if you want to"

A smile spreads across my face. Perhaps I'll be an Abnegation misfit. I won't be an ordinary Abnegation.

"Will you be here to help?"

"I'll be here every day at this time exactly" he says, handing me another knife, which I happily accept.

"I'll take it we're friends?" he asks, a hint of hope in his voice. I nod, and draw my knife back, and he says, "Wait"

He puts his hands on my hips, and turns my body a little more to the right, so I'm facing west, instead of south. I tense up a little when he touches me, probably because the only boy I've ever been touched by is Caleb and my father, and I'm not used to touches.

"Good, now throw" he says. I exhale, and throw the knife, but as soon as it hits the tree, it falls to forest floor, and my hand flies to my forehead. I groan, and say, "What did I do wrong?"

"Don't worry, you'll nail it soon" he says, walking over to me.

And sure enough, I nailed it by the following week.

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"So, you're still not going to tell me which faction you came from, even if I beat you?" I ask, taking my shoes off. He shakes his head, taking his shoes off, and my grey dress flutters in the wind.

"I can't fight in a dress" I say, whining.

"You can fight in anything. And if you're complaining, your second choice is undergarments" Four says, standing across from me.

I sigh, "This is ridiculous. I'm never going to ever hurt you, so what's the point of beating you up now?"

"We're learning, Tris" he says, getting into position, "Get ready to fight"

"If you seriously hurt me, I will throw one of those knives at you" I say, getting ready to fight. He circles me, and he throws a punch, which I dodge, and kick his leg. It doesn't help much. He goes for my stomach, and he gets one punch in, before I block him, punching him in the jaw. I kick his calf, causing him to fall down, and I put my foot on his chest, and my hands to the sky.

"Victory!" I say.

"I was going easy" he says.

"Let's not fight each other" I say, "Please? I don't like hurting people I know, like you"

He sighs, "Fine"

"And I'm sorry if you get a bruise tomorrow from that punch. I told you we shouldn't have fought" I cross my arms, and turn around, grabbing my bag.

I've asked this question many times, but what's the harm in asking again?

"Can you take off your mask?" I ask my bag over my shoulder.

"I am capable of removing it, but I will not" he says, matter-of-factly. He could be Erudite.

I shrug, "Was worth a shot"

I turn to leave, but he puts his hand on my shoulder, "You should enter the Selection"

I laugh at this.

"The Selection starts in half a year, when the prince turns eighteen"

"Yah, I know, but you should enter" he says,

"Should I?" I ask, smiling, but then my smile drops "But you know, the prince would never want me. I'm probably too strange, too ugly….."

"You aren't ugly, being Abnegation, I get that you don't have mirrors, but since you never look in the mirror, take my word for it. You. Are. Beautiful. Don't be self-depreciating. The prince would love you! He loves strange!"

"How would you know?" I ask, my head tilting.

"Because everybody likes strange" Four says, "Now please enter the Selection. Promise?"

Honestly, I have NO chance at the Selection, and everybody knows it. Even if I did get in, and the prince did approve, his mother and father certainly wouldn't, and his grandparents certainly wouldn't. But what's the harm in trying?

"Fine" I say, smiling.

"Even if you do get picked, I'll still be at the castle to meet you" he says.

"But you can't break into the castle!" I whisper-yell, "It's against the-"

"I know. But I'd do it for you. You'd do it for me" he says, his arms wrapping around my waist. I don't know where this movement comes from, but since I am rarely touched, I decide to not to say anything about it. My hands go around his neck, and my head goes in his chest, and I sigh. Hugging is very uncommon in Abnegation, this is the second time Four has hugged me, and I don't mind it at all.

May be I even like it.

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