Suicide by Earth (Commander Lexa)(Lexa Kom Trigeda x G!P Reader)

Chapter 4. Natblida

Narrator

It's been a couple of months since Lincoln's father had been called to fight in a war against neighbouring clans. The fight for food and supplies leading people rogue as the colder months of the year approach. 'Survival of the fittest', that's what people call it. In relation to now, at least. Previously it was never taken as seriously. And with villages best warriors gone, who was to hunt enough to feed the village? Who was to protect villagers from raids and bandits, not to mention Reapers. When such attributes come into play, people can't help but revert back to using old earth anaphora that display natural selection.

Lincoln, having ended Lachlans life, took Y/n in. With his father being gone it made the whole process run rather smoothly, except for the fact that the Trikru boy had not the slightest idea how to raise a child, much less an infant.

But as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, with no sign of the war settling, there stood but one option. To settle down, to camp. Abandoning his village and taking y/n and himself to hide away amongst the forest, deep in a cave that they soon learned to call home. And as days went, years passed and Y/n grew. No longer a vulnerable newborn but what her older brother liked to refer to her as : A warrior in training.

Even though she knew no clan, nor was apart of any village. Lincoln learnt. becoming not what his deceased father raised him to be but nevertheless, a Gona (warrior). Teaching Y/n all he'd been taught. Training her in combat and in languages, both Trigedasleng and Gonasleng(English).

All for a promise he never got to make, but a deal he would never cease to keep. He would keep her safe.

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2141 (11 years later.)

"how much further!" Y/n whines. Dragging her feet as the tips of her shoes scrape the surface of the ground, kicking pebbles as the appear on the trail in front of them.

"Not much longer, if you pick up the pace." Lincoln sighs, grumbling the last of his sentence as to not antagonize the 11 year old further. Grunting, despite not having heard the last of her brothers sentence, she picks her feet up, No longer trailing behind him.

"Why do we even have to go to Ton Dc, Linc? we're perfectly fine repository-wise." Complaining some more, the younger girl questions. As if each step makes her evermore agitated.

"I have to speak with Indra, in relation to my training. You, however, you know what to do." Raising his head as if to see further ahead, he tightens the strap of his across-body bag and his strides turn long as the village comes into view.

Falling to her knees in despair, Y/n's hands ball into fists in the dirt of the trail. "Again?!" She all but yells, causing the older boy to turn on his heels at the abrupt sound and huff. "We've been over this, Y/n. They can't know who you are. Just go hide by the creek, I'll meet you there in 15 minutes or so." Not waiting around for his sisters response, he turns on his heels, slowly disappearing from sight as he makes his way towards the gates of Ton Dc.

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"'Just go hide by the creek', 'They can't know who you are'. Blah blah blah." Grumbling under her breath as she steps carelessly through the terrain, not bothering to avoid twigs and dry leaves that make the sound of her travels ever more prominent. Y/n mocks the saying's of her brother, bristling at the fact she has yet to so much as step foot inside the village, much less interact with another individual. 

She was fed up with the treatment she receives, knowing it's for her safety but refusing to admire his precautionary behaviour when it came to keeping her a secret. And as the meeting place came into view, Y/n's steps faltered, the voices of people conversing invading her ears, piquing her curiosity. The direction of her trail changes pace, deferring from the path to the creek, and rather towards the voices, no longer stepping randomly but with precise caution as to where she lets her feet land.