Convergent (Winner of the Divergent Competition)

*One of three winners of the Divergent fanfiction contest* Lilith was never meant for Candor. The faction of truth has no place for a girl like her. So when she transfers to Erudite - the intelligence faction - at the choosing ceremony, the lack of surprise is evident. But when a mysterious cat leads her out into the city, will she discover that she made the wrong choice? And who is the strange boy in black?


2. The Choosing Ceremony

Today is choosing day. We're whisked into The Hub - the huge centrepiece building of the city. We are then lead into a large circular room, filled with teenagers and family members sitting on the plain wooden chairs. I see the usual mix of emotions; nerves, excitement, fear, arrogance, happiness. My eyes move to the centre stage, where the five faction bowls are placed. As we take our seats in the Candor section, nerves take over and my gaze connects with an imaginary spot on the opposite wall. 
Suddenly, silence. Somebody's talking, although I can't work out whom, my mind still unable to snap out of its daze.
The ceremony drones on, my mind only slipping into clear sight when the shocked reactions of a transfer rise from the crowd. There's a girl, Beatrice, I remember her name from school, who sparks up a large reaction with her Abnegation-Dauntless transfer. The great thing about being Candor is that transfers aren't such a big deal. I guess they're just happy you're being true to yourself... And not cluttering their faction with liars.
"Lilith Lacon" that's me. Crap! That's me! I gingerly edge my way to the five bowls framed by the new initiates; one for each faction. Each bowl filled with a representation of its faction. There may be five, but my eyes see no more than three: the lit coals of Dauntless, the water of Erudite and the glass of Candor. The knife slices across my palm. I must now drip my blood into the faction of my choice.
The hot coals show no sign of blood, hidden and burnt off by fire. The water has a slight pink tinged from the previous initiates. The sight of the Candor bowl is what disgusts me, so much blood dripping and sliding over the sharp broken glass, in plain sight. Typical Candor. Never hide the truth, no matter how painful it may be. I feel my feet move, and then, I twist my hand and watch - in slow motion - as my blood falls to stain the water. Erudite. Intelligence is what I've chosen. There is applause and some inappropriate cat calls from the male Erudite initiates as I make my way to the bench to join my new faction.
The rest of the ceremony passes extremely quickly, my mind buzzing with what's to come, and soon we're up on our feet and moving. I pass my family and Cathy's perfect smile is beaming with pride, as my mother’s would seem to be if I could not see the sadness behind it. Transferring from Candor isn't a big deal, but that doesn't make it any less painful for the parents.
The original, non-transfer Erudite initiates surround one of the boys when we are lead into the open courtyard. I recognize him and, from his grey clothes, can easily determine that he is - was - Abnegation. The blue clothed Erudite teens surround him and begin shouting hurtful things. This isn't fair! We're all the same faction now! I step directly in front of the Abnegation boy and shove off a hand that comes towards us.
"You guys should back off. He must've got Erudite on his aptitude test or he wouldn't be here. That makes him just as intelligent as you, maybe even more." I say, lifting my chin to seem more important.
"Black and white clothing..." One of the boys states. "You're Candor."
"Was." I hiss back. He begins to circle me, looking me up and down.
"What happened? Tell too many fibs?" He whispers in my ear mockingly.
"Something like that." I spit.
"Pretty brave stepping in front of a bunch of guys to stand up for some Stiff you don't even know." He begins to circle me again. "Sure you weren't destined for the hot coals?"
"Pretty sure," I bite back "Plus, your repetitive walking patterns around me remind me of the pacing of a distressed animal. Am I making you nervous, genius?" The crowd of Erudite initiates, transfer and non-transfer, call and cheer at this, which makes the boy in blue stop and look into my face. I smirk and raise an eyebrow.
"No, little liar girl. You're not. I'm just thinking it's a shame you'll never get through initiation, because we need some female eye candy in our faction." He raises a hand to my cheek. I swat it away.
"From what I can see, you need some male eye candy in your faction too." I smile sarcastically before walking away to where our Erudite guide, who lead us from the hall, has appeared. The Abnegation boy is the first to join me. 
"Thank you. But you shouldn't have done that. You could've been hurt." He says quietly. He's taller than me, so I have to look up to reply.
"Anytime. And I did. Because those idiots need to learn they can't treat people like that." I see him search for a comeback, but soon give up.
"Caleb Prior," he says instead extending a hand. I take it.
"Lilith Lacon," we shake and let our hands drop "You're Beatrice's brother, right? She was in a couple of my classes."
"Yeah," is the only response I get before he turns his head away. Jeez, sensitive subject.
"Right, initiates!" A loud voice speaks out. "We'll be traveling to the Erudite training compound by car, where you will begin your initiation. We will judge you on every conversation we have we you, on top of the assignments that will be set. If you think this is easy, you're wrong."
We all pile into the cars and head to our new home. 

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