Having transferred to Dauntless was never your original intention, but a spur of the moment decision had led you to drop your blood upon the coals at the choosing ceremony, jump on and off of a train, and now stand at the edge of a seven story building. Multiple Amity borns had already failed, and one poor Dauntless girl had been lost in the process of getting off of the train; you supposed this was only the start- initiation for Dauntless was rough. Around you stood plenty of Dauntless-borns, but also a few other Transfers like you- 5 transfers from Candor (Christina, Peter, Drew, Molly, and Albert), 3 from Erudite (Will, Edward, and Myra), and one from Abnegation- A girl named Beatrice. An older Dauntless man, who introduced himself as Max, stood before you all and explained;

Max: “Listen up! My name is Max! I am one of the leaders of your new faction! Several stories below us is the members’ entrance to our compound. If you can’t muster the will to jump off, you don’t belong here. Our transfers have the privilege of going first.”

The transfers looked surprised and shared panicked whispers as Max simply stared, waiting for someone to make the first move. One Erudite girl spoke up

Myra: “You want us to jump off a ledge?”

You don’t know why it surprises her. Whispers and confused chatter erupt around you, but your gaze is focused elsewhere as you watched the one Abnegation transfer- Beatrice, if you recalled properly- jump first. On the distant ground was a large hole, at the bottom of which could be anything. The first girl had jumped, and you watched her plummet into the abyss below. You heard cheering from far below, as a male voice calls out in announcement;

Four: “FIRST JUMPER, TRIS!”