D is for Divergent

It comes to this, doesn't it? I have to make a choice.

Either Hunger Games or Divergent?

It is actually a pretty easy decision. I choose, Divergent!

What faction would I be? That is tougher, probably a mixture of Dauntless, Erudite, and Amity (if that were possible).

Divergent takes places in a post apocalyptic Chicago where the people live in factions that are based on their personalities; Abnegation (selfless), Amity (peaceful), Candor (honest), Dauntless (fearless), and Erudite (intelligent). It is at the Choosing Ceremony where they can pick a different faction, but that means leaving their families.

This is the story of Tris (Beatrice Prior) of Abnegation, who chooses to becomes Dauntless. The only problem is she marked as Divergent, because of she scored high in three different factions. She is warned, and Tris must fit into Dauntless and remain undiscovered. Hers is a dark and difficult road, and incidentally made the pantoum for NaPoWriMo a lot easier to write.

I really enjoy darker stories, with flawed or broken characters. It gives the story a deeper feel, there is more that can happen within the story, and sometimes I relate more to the broken characters.

And for a world that was so broken it feels like one I could actually survive in. I am not sure why, actually. Maybe because my own life seems dull, or maybe feel that I could successfully fit in. Although, if you've read the whole series you know it gets far more interesting.

I don't have much else prepared that is super awesome and uniquely hard to attain information, so, Dear Readers I will say this. I like the Divergent series better than Hunger Games. I haven't seen ANY of the Divergent movies (yet). That is for a another blog post later.

Here is a pantoum, written in the voice of Tris. Enjoy!

Choose Your Fate

When from the world you know,

a graduation, of sorts, to change factions

when you must leave all that you know

and chart a new path.

A graduation, of sorts, to change factions,

from the meek you cast away to daring

and chart a new path

where death meets you at every corner.

From the meek you cast away to daring--

hop a ride upon a silver dart line,

where death meets you at every corner,

but you are no longer afraid.

Hop a ride upon a silver dart line

and catch your future in a dizzying display,

but you are no longer afraid

and leather feels better than dull grey cotton.

And catch your future in a dizzying display,

flying through the air, as if a bird of prey

and leather feels better than dull grey cotton,

after far too long held in chains.

Flying through the air, as if a bird of prey

when you must leave all that you know,

after far too long held in chains,

when from the world you know.