Zelda lay against the cold grass with her arms back and eyes up at the stars, a beautiful sight. The lights that moved ever so slightly as you focused on them. There always seemed to be hundreds more every time you looked. There were legends that they were past warriors or the fire that burnt out on earth, and there was also the dying ball of energy theory, but she was reluctant to believe it. She closed her eyes, not realizing until they opened once again this time her only sight was the moutain. Mount weather, the taker of beauty. Images flashed through of reapers and tunnels and the suits of the mountain men and the mountain itself. She cringed, her body jolting backwards as she quickly regained her sanity and removed the images of from her head. The moutain was sick and terrifying and was to remain unspoken of.
It must had been a few hours for the sun had began to rise and the sky lightened. The grass has become moist overnight and her blades had fallen from her grasp. She picked them up, slipping them into her sleeve cuff and tightening it's strap before slowly getting up, a small grunt escaping her lips before she froze in silence. A rustle within an array of leaves echoed over the earth. Zelda clutched her hand back to her sleeve, slowly drawing her knife from it and ready to throw when she was grabbed from behind by familiar hands and lifted from the grass, flung over a shoulder. Suddenly, laugher erupted from both zelda and the attacker. Zelda pulled back slightly, giving herself leisure to look into the others eyes and narrowed her own, a straight line beginning to replace the grin on her lips.
"I could have hurt you, you know."
"But you didn't, I mean, you wouldn't."
"And what if I hadn't known it was you?"
Lana, the other, laughed lightly as she tilted her head. She slowly lowered Zelda back to her feet while looking down into her eyes, bringing a hand up to run her thumb gingerly over Zelda's cheekbone.
"I can protect myself, even from you."
Zelda pursed her lips, nodding slightly before letting her eyes meet Lana's and responding,
"I worry of losing you."
Lana brought her lips down to Zelda's forehead, her voice down to a calming whisper as she spoke against her skin, "You won't."
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A Familiar Taste of Poison
FanfictionFollowing Zelda's story Taking place before the 100 appeared. Message me on ig or here if you would like to be apart of the story or have feedback. This is a preliminary draft and these three parts will probably become like ten parts soon enough.
