crossfire

—They say the war was terrible, that they were lucky to be in the city, the rest of the world destroyed. The founders built a wall to keep them safe, diving them into five groups—factions—to keep the peace. The smart ones, the ones who valued knowledge and logic were in Erudite. They knew everything. Amity farmed the land. They’re all about kindness and harmony, always happy. Candor valued honesty and order. They told the truth, even when you wish they wouldn’t. And then there was Dauntless. They were the protectors, the soldiers and police. Evan always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless, and free. Evan’s faction was Abnegation. Everyone else called them ‘stiffs.’ They lead a simple life, selfless, dedicated to helping others. They even fed the Factionless, the ones who don’t fit in anywhere. Because they were public servants, they were trusted to run the government. Evan’s father worked alongside their leader, Ramon. It all worked. Everyone knew where they belonged. Everyone except for Evan.—

—or—the divergent au