natblida - roan DISCONTINUED!

☼ Chapter Five

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【 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐀 】
"I feel glorious, glorious. Got a chance to start again."

   Cyra held tightly to the straps of her seat as the pod jolted around - by the end of the ride she was surely going to have bruises all over. She held her eyes tightly shut and she braced herself for the coming moments. She thought about Avon, and Bellamy, Clarke too. Even those two dorks with the moonshine and the cutie with long hair. Maybe that's what they meant when they said, 'Before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.' Those people were her life, her home. But soon that would all change - a small part of Cyra hoped she die in the landing so she could be with her Father.

   The pod cane to an abrupt stop as the ship threw Cyra around in her seat - the ship continued falling but at a slower pace. 'That must be the parachute.' The girl thought to herself. Just like before there was a sudden stop, Cyra managed to hit her head of part of the metal during the landing. Black spots appeared in her vision before it all turned black, but she made it. Cyra Carvelle was on earth.

   The pod had landed in the midst of pure white snow, tall trees surrounded it - stalking above. The cool wind blew against the pod, picking up little flakes of snow and dropping them onto the pod. There was a small cloud of smoke coming from the engine, must've broken during landing.

   Men and Women dressed in thick furs, wielding swords and spears approached the pod not long after it landed. They day on top of large horses, carefully scanning the area. They expected something to jump right out and attack them, but Cyra wasn't dangerous - at least while she was unconscious. They eventually found out how to open the door, their faces dropped when they saw Cyra - all bloody and bruised, laying unconscious in her seat.

   They all looked at the girl in awe, she had literally just come down from space. But one of the men noticed something else. His eyes trailed down the girls face, there was a large cut on her cheek - black blood seeping out of it.

   "She is a natblida."

  All of their attention snapped towards Cyra, their eyes widening in realisation.

   "That's not possible."

   "What are we meant to do."

   "Take her to my mother." One of the men said, his eyes were a bright sky blue - much like Cyra's. He had scars decorating his face, and long brown hair that framed his face. He strode through the small group, they parted as he walked through. He stopped a few feet in front of the pod to actually see the girl inside, his mouth hung open slightly in shock and confusion.

   Cyra had already begun to stir, though they didn't notice. She slowly slipped in and out of consciousness. She sat completely still as she heard voices murmuring - probably about her. Her first instinct was to break out in screams but she'd probably be killed before she could walk 5 meters. She sat as still as a rock trying to keep herself calm. They were'nt speaking english, but Cyra could understand most of what they were saying - it was an ancient, unused language as her Dad had told her.

   "Why can't we just kill her now?" Cyra's eyes snapped open as she began to panic as still as possible. She couldn't play dead forever anyways.

   "I'd like to live for a little bit, I just came from space give a girl a break." She said in a monotone voice, trying to hide the fact that she was absoloutely terrified. All the strangers looked at her in shock, their mouths hung open like fish as they stared at the young girl in shock.