(f/n)'s POV:
We slowly crept around the sides of slumbering buildings as darkness encroached on the village. The Elder's Chapel began to creep into view, candlelight trickling through the stained glass. It looked like an eternal mark amidst a shifting landscape, firm and undaunting in the growing shadow of twilight.
"How are we supposed to get in there?" Oliver whispered.
"There's a backroom. I saw the wood paneling had come loose. I bet we could squeeze through." I grabbed his arm and pulled him along, reluctant as he was, to the other side of the chapel.
"Here, look!" I gestured to the ill-fitting wood and pulled it towards me, creating a gap wide enough for us both to crawl in. "Get in," I hissed, eyes flaring at Oliver's growing anxiety. "Hurry up, Ollie!"
"We better not get caught for this," he mumbled, getting on his hands and knees, disappearing into the chapel. I took one last look around in search for unwelcome eyes before following after him.
It was dark, but we stood in what appeared to be a broom closet. I approached the door, pressing my ear to the wood to listen for any sounds, and at the silence I slowly creaked it open. We stood alone in the chapel, almost ethereal in the night, firelight staining the paintings and murals, basking the surrounding mahogany planks in a red hue.
"Wow," Oliver breathed, taking in our surroundings. "It loses its touch in the day, when people gather for mass. This is quite nice."
I looked at the alter and saw behind it a few wooden bins and wardrobes. "It must be there somewhere. Let's make this quick."
We looked through the various religious assortments, scrolls and cloth alike passing between our fingers in our search.
"(f/n), here it is!"
I looked and saw Oliver holding an Elder's Robe, fondling the delicately sewn fabric. It glittered in silken colors of orange, red and purple, mingling together as though the very essence of dawn was imprinted upon it. Golden and silver threads were embedded throughout, a subtle webbing that caught the light, collecting it to make it look like stars glimmered along the material.
"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful," I whispered, rushing over to feel it myself. "Did you bring the knife?"
Oliver looked to me warily. "Are we really going to do this?"
"You want that sash, don't you? To stand with it hanging off our waist, like we're pirates that command the sea, the mountains!" He still looked unsure. "They've got extras. I'm sure they won't mind," I said, trying to ease his worries.
Oliver passed me the knife, and as I was about to cut, we snapped our heads around when we heard the large wooden doors to the chapel slowly creak open. I pulled Oliver with me quickly, the two of us quietly hiding in the wardrobe, peering out through the slit in the door. It was the elders, and they walked together slowly, heads bowed, towards us. Their glittering robes flowed along with their movements as winding water around a river bend.
They came and stood around the altar, heads still bowed, as one of them approached the wood and pulled an old, leather-bound book from beneath his robes. He slid a hidden panel at the base of the altar aside, setting the book within, before concealing it again.
"The Elder's Manuscript," I whispered in awe.
The elders gathered together, murmuring words of prayers, before leaving the chapel in ceremonious rows, the large wooden doors creaking back into place, marking their leave.
When the coast was clear, we stepped out of the wardrobe, and I timidly approached the altar.
"(f/n), what are you doing?" Oliver whispered. "We need to get the hell out of here!"
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Levi x Reader: The Girl Beyond the Walls
Fanfiction(f/n) (l/n) is the first ever found individual living outside the walls. She is discovered by the Scout Regiment during one of their trips beyond the walls of Shiganshina with her village destroyed and her being the lone survivor. She's taken in by...
