The meeting room is cramped and dizzying. The pristine walls of Candor allow the shouting to echo off; screaming against my ears. I'm stuck in a tenderly cushioned chair under an elegant glass table. The Candor scales dancing above me. Edith Prior's message keeps replying in my head;

"Hello, My name is Amanda Ritter. In this file I will tell you only what you need to know. I am the leader of an organization fighting for justice and peace. This fight has become increasingly more important—and consequently, nearly impossible—in the past few decades. That is because of this. You do not remember any of that. But if you are thinking these are the actions of a terrorist group or a tyrannical government regime, you are only partially correct. Half of the people in those pictures, committing those terrible acts, were your neighbours. Your relatives. Your co-workers. The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature itself—or at least what it has become. That is why you are so important. Our struggle against violence and cruelty is only treating the symptoms of a disease, not curing it. You are the cure. In order to keep you safe, we devised a way for you to be separated from us. From our water supply. From our technology. From our societal structure. We have formed your society in a particular way in the hope that you will rediscover the moral sense most of us have lost. Over time, we hope that you will begin to change as most of us cannot. The reason I am leaving this footage for you is so that you will know when it's time to help us. You will know that it is time when there are many among you whose minds appear to be more flexible than the others. The name you should give those people is Divergent. Once they become abundant among you, your leaders should give the command for Amity to unlock the gate forever, so that you may emerge from your isolation. The information in this video is to be restricted to those in government only. You are to be a clean slate. But do not forget us.

"Beyond the Wall you will find the safety of the Capitol and it's 13 Districts. You will live as one, united and together. Leave as soon as you can. Panem is waiting for you, beyond the wall.

"I am about to join your number. Like the rest of you, I will voluntarily forget my name, my family, and my home. I will take on a new identity, with false memories and a false history. But so that you know the information I have provided you with is accurate, I will tell you the name I am about to take as my own.

"My name will be Edith Prior. And there is much I am happy to forget."

Divergent.

Panem.

Edith Prior.

It's all so much. The pounding in my head is too much. The sweat running down my back is too much. The condensed air is too much. The shouting is too much. "Shut it!" My voice bounces off the walls, casing every set of eyes to stare at me.

It must be a senseless scene; a tiny stiff born Dauntless demanding attention as she's slumped in a chair. I restlessly stand up. "Listen, you all heard what Edith Prior said. She told us to go beyond the wall. She told us to find the safety of Panem. So, that's what we should do.

I know what you're all thinking. I'm just an arrogant, selfish girl who has no idea what's going on. But I do. I've seen it all. I've watched everyone I love be murdered and I'm done sitting back and letting it happen. You know what, I don't care if you don't want to go beyond the wall but I am. And none of you can stop me!" By now I've latched eyes with Tobias who was midway through a shouting match with his mother. He looks proud. The glimmer of his eyes make me smile.

"Yes, you're right Beatrice," I cringe away at my old name- it brings back too many memories of Abnegation, of my father scolding me for not giving up my seat on the bus and mother calling my to get my hair trimmed. Evelyn cocks her head to the side- examining me, "You are just a child. You have no say in this. In fact, why don't you and your group of useless friends just leave and let the adults deal with this."

Tobias' eyes turn to stone, his mouth twitching with anger. Before he snaps, I minutely shake my head, a sad smile plastered across my face. I wave my friends out and through the silence our feet echo off the tiled floor. In my selfless ways, I allow Uriah and Chris to walk into the hall before me, "Oh, and Evelyn. Try to consider other people's feelings. I know you've found it hard before." I lock eyes with her- hers burning into mine, full of hatred. This time its me who cocks their head with a smirk across my face.

Hours slowly tick by as I rhythmically pace the Dauntless sector of Candor. The scuffling of my feet occupying my ears. Nervously cracking my fingers, and twisting my hair. I sense Uriah and Chris simultaneously stare at me, blankly. They've lost so much. Too much. It's not fair! We're just kids.

The sound of the door flying open and the thumping of feet startles me. Dozens of ecstatic Dauntless come charging from the hall. Swinging over bunks and slapping each other on the back. But the other half are all solemn. Their faces dropping over the loss of loved ones, friends. The clamber of bag packing comes from all around as I anxiously scan the crowd for Tobias.

A pair of soothing hands glide around my waist. He snuggles his face into the crook of my neck, his breaths heating my skin. "Come on Tris, we're leaving for Panem." My mouth drops in disbelief. I whip my body around to face him- his hands locked in mine.

"No. How? But Evelyn-"

"After your little speech, everyone was on your side Tris! They want to leave." I'm seeing a new side of him. He seems purely happy- joyful. His eyes full of brightness and his smile creasing his eyes. He pulls me in for a hug so tight it's hard to breathe but I don't let go. I'm never letting him go.

In astonishment, I manage to breathe, "Tobias. We're going beyond the wall!"