Before the beginning(Starwars/ Divergent crossover)
'A long time ago, in a far away Galaxy....'
Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems was in dispute. The Empire, unbeknown had been conducting studies upon the human populace of a small planet upon the outer rim called 'Earth'. The studies indicated that violent tendencies could be partially traced to a person's genes. And that there were genetic predispositions towards the qualities that they classed, contribute to a broken society. Traits they saw as weakness's such as, cowardice, dishonesty, low-intelligence, selfishness.
The Empire, in collaboration with Earth's Government tried to reduce the risk of these undesirable qualities showing up in the population by correcting them, in other words, by editing humanity. A genetic manipulation experiment was born. People were selected in large numbers, according to their backgrounds and behavior, and they were given an opportunity to give a gift to the future generations, a genetic alteration that would make their decedents just a little bit better. Their bid was to create the perfect army! An army of Foot Solders bearing traits both physically and mentally seen within the structure of the 'Bogan'. A gene called the 'murder gene' was the first of these. But when the genetic manipulation began to take effect, the alterations had disastrous consequences. The results were devastating! Manifesting itself in what was called the 'Purity War'.
The Purity War was highly destructive. It was said to have eliminated half the population of Earth "A level of destruction formerly unheard of upon any planets soil" Humanity was never perfect, but the genetic alterations had made it worse than ever before. The Bureau of Genetic Welfare was then created. They designed experiments to restore humanity to its genetically pure state. They called for genetically damaged individuals to step forward so that the Bureau could alter their genes. The Bureau then placed them in secure environments to settle in for the long haul. Sorted them into Factions depending upon their gene traits and equipped them with basic versions of the serums to help them control their society. Kyber crystal powered technology ensured maintaining basic requirements needed for life support upon their nuclear ravaged planet were met.
They would wait for the passage of time-for the generations to pass, for each one to produce more genetically healed humans. But with this came a risk. It also reopened their minds to the possibility of the 'Ashar'. And those were called, the Divergent.
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(Young Tobias Eaton- Four)
I didn't get to go to school too much and when I did. I was that kid who sat at the back of the class, that no one noticed. No one talked too. I was the kid who walked around staring at his shoes to avoided making any eye contact. I didn't have friends. I wasn't allowed too. My Dad said I was different. That I couldn't let anyone know. I wasn't sure what he meant, except for some reason, he seemed to be embarrassed. Maybe it was why he hated me so much.
My Mum said I was special! That it scared my Father and that was why he beat us. I wish I knew what scared him. I tried so hard to not been seen or noticed. I tried so hard to make him happy, but it just seemed to be getting worse. My Mum would say that there would come a day when it meant something. When I'd finally understand. She'd tell me to never be afraid. That the Universe was like an ocean of waves and that the life we were living now, was just a wave we were riding till we reached the shore. I wished I could believe her. I didn't really understand it. What she meant. But I liked how it sounded. I liked to think there was more to life then this. That one day, my Mother and me...we might reach that shore and possibly be free. It made me think of her face as she smiled at me. Her laughter as we danced and sang in the living room when my Father wasn't around. It made me think of the blue sculpture.
It wasn't really a sculpture. At least I didn't think it was. It looked more like some partially melted glass or crystal to me. I thought it was once a bottle. That the glass had probably melted that way with the bombs, the destruction. But a part of me thought it was too beautiful...and believe it was more. My Mother said she had found it in one of the piles of debris and rubble that surrounded our city. They had all been scavenged through long before. Nothing special was ever found within them. They were the reminders that littered our World from the 'Purity War'. The reminders that made us all thankful to be chosen to start again. To be a part of our secure environment that had once been a place called Chicago.
We'd learned at school how our air, our water... was now technologically filtered...using powerfully advanced machinery which run on special crystals called 'Kyber's" in a bid to maintain living conditions within the wall. And how they'd been transported here in strange crafts; Zeta-class cargo shuttle's that could float upon the air. I'd often stopped on my way home from school, to search the rubble piles myself. I liked to imagine old data circuits or broken computer components I'd find could have once been part of one of those crafts. But now, none of it mattered. Not even my Mother!
When I'd woke up this morning, I didn't know things would be different. Not until I'd come down the stairs. The house was full of Abnegation women. They were talking quietly. Almost in whispers. Often my Dad would have meeting with the rest of the members of Abnegation council...But this...it was different. It wasn't a meeting! They looked at me with pity in their eyes as they were packing up my Mothers meager belongings... My Father..he just sat in a chair, staring out into space. I saw them try to comfort him. I heard what they were saying....and I saw the way he turned and looked at me telling me it would best if I went back upstairs....I knew he blamed me.
Quietly I closed my bedroom door behind me and carefully wedged the back of my chair under the doorknob. Then I stood for moment listening, for any sound he'd heard, before letting myself fall onto my bed. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be with my Mother...I didn't want to be in this house when the other Abnegation women all left. I'd heard them say it was a tragedy, that she had died in child birth... It didn't make sense. I'd got up last night and seen her sitting on the back step. She was crying. It had made me sad, so I'd gone to her and told her I loved her. That I'd do better to be good, to not make Dad mad. She'd hugged me. Her belly, it was flat!.....
Leaning over the side of my bed, I reached for the small wooden chest she had hidden there with me, months before. Carefully I opened the lid and lifted the folded old woolen blanket to the side. It was bluer then the sky. Bluer then anything I'd ever seen before. It's edges were worn smooth, almost like ripples upon its surface. I wished it was magical. Tentatively I lifted it from the bottom of the chest, holding it above me as I let my fingers trace across the ripples. My Mother was gone....and I knew I'd never get to see her smile again. I'd never hear her laugh. There was no one who cared.... No one left who loved me...
I had to be brave. I had to be strong....And ride the wave alone... Hope one day, I'd reach the shore. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes...The uncontrollable way my chin wobbled causing me to suck in my breath. Laying the sculpture on my chest I wrapped my arms around it, hugging it tight and turn my head; burying my face into my pillow, so no one still downstairs would hear me cry myself to sleep...
