So if you're reading this book my guess is you've read divergent. I never agreed with how allegiant ended so I came up with this continuation a few years ago.
It focuses on the life of the miracle daughter of Tobias Eaton and Tris Prior secretly ri...
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The air around me is strong and cold, I sit near the edge of the building, ignoring my fear of Hights. The emty harness of the sipline rattles next to me when the wind blows. I've come here every year after... After tris died. A tear rolls down my cheek. I miss her every second that passes, I'd love to think she's still out there waiting for me, but I know that's not going to happen. I still remember the first time I saw her, she was beautiful, exept for the fact she came from abnegation the faction I was from, the one I would be so happy to forget. Her blond hair was wrapped in a bun then, but when it was loose it would reach all the way down her back. Ever since she left I wasn't the same. My life had no purpose and I barely even got out of my apartment. Specially in days like this. My eyes fill with tears and they threaten to fall over and roll down my cheeks.
"Tobias" Someone says just as I was about let them slip, I looked around for the owner of the voice. It sounded familiar but It couldn't be...
I hear it. Her voice. "Tobias"
It returned me back to reality, I looked around for the owner of the voice. It sounded familiar but I couldn't quite- "Tobias eaton?" I froze.
I realized the voice was tris's voice but with a wierd edge to it. Her call had sent shivers all around me freezing me in place. It couldn't be. She was dead. I'd seen her pale as death, I'd tuched her freezing lifeless hand, I'd spilled her ashes right here.
"Over here!" She said raising her voice only a little. I turned to where the voice came from. A person, a girl leaped from a part of the roof landing 5 or 6 steps infront of me.
"So you're Four?" She asked casually folding her arms acrross her chest. A shadow was covering her face but I could see her outline, she was standing straight, confident, her neck was long and she was tall, a little bit more than my tris, her hair was loose across her shoulders, it was curled and it's blond colour made it sparkle in the moonlight. She took a step foward and as I stared at her face I realized she looked exactly like Tris exept that her eyes were dark blue, when tris had grayish-blue eyes, her hair was a shade darker than Beatriz's hair color and her nose, which was a little too big for her face was painted with some freckles. She wore riped jeans and a camuflashed t-shirt. Her eyes searched me with curiosity. She had a full lower lip and a spare upper lip, Tris didn't. She carried a laptop with her, strapped next to a gun and knive which where tied around her leg like tris normaly wore them, although The Beatriz I knew would never carry a laptop.
"The names Nat" she stretched her hand out."Nathalie accually but my mom calls me Nat. Anyways-" I knew she couldn't be tris, I was stupid to even think she could still be alive.
I interrupt her, refusing her outstretched hand. "Who are you? Do I know your mom?" She sighs and slums her shoulders a bit, but not too much as to make her look unconfident.
"I just turned 12 and i'm Nathalie. As to my mom or my surnames I think you might not..."
I confused as to why she's struggling, I add, finally agreeing to take her hand and shake it, "Why is it a hard one?" I ask grinning, remembering I asked Beatris the same question once. A small pain shoots through my chest at the memory.
