The heartless warrior(NamorxOC)

Chapter 1: The man in the the water

Thank you all for reading
Glad you found him as hot as I did 😅

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Throw
Her
In
Throw
Her
In
The
Gods
Will
Love
Her
Throw
Her
In!

Heavy gasps cut through the silence of the night, the moonlight shone through the crack of the curtains and fell upon the young woman's face. Another nightmare, the same one for years and yet every time is like the first. "Oh Gods, why that memory of them all?" She asked the night, sitting up in her bed she glanced around the room.

The moons position told her it was about 4am, "Great, I love losing sleep" she groaned. The pulled back her covers and stood on the cold floor. After quietly opening the door she tipped toed out into the hallway, the guards were never near her room. Though what's the point of protecting something that can't be killed so easily.

On nights like these she liked to go outside and look at the stars. It was something that calmed and grounded her. She gave a little wave to the guards stationed near the royalty room. She was so close to the main door when- "Good morning Eren" the king smiled, "Mornin' Mistontli" she smiled back.

A little nickname she had for her royal friend, it means Cat in her home language. "You're up early, was it another nightmare?" He asked handing her one of the cups in his hand, it was tea- her favorite tea. "Same one for over a century" she shrugged while sarcastically smiling, "Is there any chance it will vanish soon?, you need sleep" he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"It's a memory T'Challa, it will never go away..but at least I have friends to talk about it with, and that's good enough for me" she reassured him, "Have a good walk, I'll see you in the mor-" he chuckled "I'll see you later". He patted her back before heading down a hallway with two guards following.

They've been friends forever, since childhood actually. Ever since one of his great grandfathers found her in the forest, sad and alone. It's not easy being what she is, cursed to live longer than she was meant to. The curse of a Gods' warrior, that's what she was, for as long as she could remember.

Lived as a princess, died as a sacrifice, rose again as a champion. In her culture being a sacrifice meant becoming one with their god, Huitzilopochtli, the god of sun, war and human sacrifice. He was the most powerful and feared god of her people, the Aztecs. He was her patron and she was his hummingbird warrior. He picked her knowing who she could be, he believes in her and cares for her but he can't stop her from remembering the fear she felt when it happened.

Imagine everyone telling you you were special, being treated like a royal your entire life. Then one day a man marches up to you telling you to follow him up the temple, laying you on the slab saying he was going to bond you with your god..and then..and then you watch as he rips out your heart.

The thought of that memory made Eren reach up and touch the necklace her god gave her. It was her heart..no really her literal heart- shrunken down and made into stone. "Carry this with you Erendira, so I may find you, good luck my little Tlamanalistli" he kissed her head, before leaving her asleep in the forest the old Wakandan king found her in.

The same one she was gathering her thoughts in now, "If you have some sort of plan for giving me these dreams could you please just tell me what it is?" She stared up at the night sky. Only the crickets answered her, "Eh worth a shot" she sighed continuing her journey. Her god doesn't always answer her, but that's ok..well at least in non emergencies such as this question.