Divergent.

Lanthe, lives in a futuristic world in which society is divided into five factions. As each person enters adulthood, she must choose a faction to commit to it for life.

Lanthe chooses Dauntless -- those who pursue bravery above all else.

She was an open minded girl, always voicing her opinion with no fear whatsoever.

when she selected Dauntless on her 16th birthday, they assigned her an instructor. Tobias Eaton, also known as Four.

he was a tough and hardworking Trainer. by the looks of him, Lanthe knew he wasn’t gonna spare her at all.

they spent years together training and arguing. they didn’t get along at all. he thought she could do better while she thought he expected too much.

but still, they silently cared.

after years, he stopped being her instructor and began training other new members while she became an official instructor as-well.

it was like any other day at the camp, the newer members training with their instructors.

Lanthe trained a few before walking around the camp, her arms crossed as she watched them. she took notes of who needed more skill and practice.

she spotted Four train this new guy, who seemed to be struggling with knife throwing.

she slowly walked around them, watching silently with a firm expression. the guy threw the knife again at the target, but it flew in-to a whole other direction.

Lanthe caught flawlessly.

Four watched with an not surprised and slightly annoyed expression that she had interrupted his session.

it was about to land on her eye, her palm scraped from the blade. she lowered the knife, taking a step closer to the two.

“this what you call training, Four?”