Everyone knows their place in our world, including me. I've known my entire life what I had to do. To protect those unable to protect themselves. It's what my family has done for generations. Standing alongside those who were deemed too dangerous to be a part of our world. Ensuring they stay hidden in the shadows from those who wouldn't think twice of killing them.

The rumors are true.

Abnegation is indeed hiding divergents. Erudite, as smart as they believe they are, has its suspicions. Yet, we've managed to go a hundred years without actual exposure to our underground network.

I would know.

My family has been hiding divergents and helping them to evade Jeanine, leader of Erudite. There is a group of us within our faction that work together to ensure they either blend in within the faction system or to live a life factionless, choosing not to conform to societies standards. We keep their secrets and we help one another.

As Abnegation, we are the volunteers who usually administer the tests during the aptitude tests. It is our faction that can see when someone has inconclusive results. It is up to us to protect another human life at all costs, even if it could cost us our own.

It's why we're the selfless faction.

It was my turn now.

It's my choosing day, and I made my choice a year ago. I knew what I needed to do.

There have been whispers amongst the factions. A war is coming, with each passing day Erudite is getting closer and closer to finding more divergents. Those we haven't been able to help have been captured, experimented on, tortured and murdered. Erudite and Dauntless have become increasingly aggressive and we knew it was time that things needed to change.

A new plan needed to be enacted, sooner then later.

That's where I come in.

"From what our contacts have told us, Erudite has been coming up with new devices that can tell if someone is divergent."

The gasps emitted amongst our small group cannot be contained.

My father, Jonathan, raises his hands to quiet the whispers.

The time has come to act. Hiding those that are divergent may no longer be enough. It's time that we acted."

"What do you suppose we do?" Someone says.

"I think it's time we send someone into Dauntless, as an initiate."

My eyes widened.

"Jonathan, don't you think that's too dangerous?" Asks Samuel, another member of our faction.

"It's too dangerous not too. Erudite is planning something, something big. And if we don't get in front of this it could be the end for everyone." My fathers voice quiets with his next words. "You know I would not ask this of our children if we didn't have to. But I fear there is no other way. To get in front of Erudite's plan, we must do so from the inside. We need to meet this head on, prepared."

A moment of silence befalls all of us.

"How many would need to defect?" Asks Samuel's wife, Naomi.

"Just one. We train one to become the best Dauntless transfer initiate that faction has ever seen. We have friends in the factionless who know how to fight who would be willing to help for the cause. All we need is one, to get inside Dauntless, rank high enough for leadership and fall in line with them and Jeanine."

My father was right. The best way to fight the enemy was to become one with them, to pretend to be on their side. What better way to do that then from the inside?

The others mull over my father's idea. But I've already made up my mind.

"I'll do it."

It was never my fathers plan for me to go, but I couldn't let anyone else do it. Within our circle, I was the only eighteen-year-old involved, the other parents opting to leave their children out of it until after the own choosing ceremonies.

It was the selfless thing to do.

It was decided. No matter what my results were on my aptitude test, I would defect to Dauntless. I would have intense training the next year with our contacts in the factionless who were familiar with the practices of Dauntless and become the perfect Dauntless initiate.

For the next year, I trained like my life depended on it-because it did. I learned to defend myself, I learned to fight, and I learned to take the hardest of hits. I was pushed to my breaking point and then some. I grew stronger with each day, gaining muscles in places I never thought I could.

And now I would have to prove how hard I trained.

I sat in my seat, anxiously awaiting my name to be called to choose my faction. I haven't listened to a word that was being spoken at the podium, too lost in my own thoughts to concentrate on anything else.

My father held my hand in his tightly. "I know I tell you this all the time, but I'm so proud of you."

I grip his hand tighter. "I know, dad."

"Josephine Davenport!"

I looked down to Jack Kang, leader of Candor, who announced my name.

It was time.

I stand up and my father stands with me, embracing me one last time. I walk down the steps and take the knife that was outstretched in his hand. I look down at all the bowls, my eyes stopping at Abnegation. The faction that I should be choosing according to my aptitude test.

I use the knife to cut my palm, and with one last look at the Abnegation bowl, I hold my hand over another.

The sizzling of coals has never sounded louder.

Dauntless.