DISCLAIMER: i dont own LOD or the characters.
i was inspired to write this based on a conversation i had with my friend atticus about how lloyd is wrongly labeled as a heartless bastard and how cute meru is, so this is like a treat for him. i'm still not exactly happy with this first chapter but i rewrote a tiny bit that pissed me off.
and this fic is totally uncanon, duh.
enjoy!
Tolten
Act I
i. Lucky
As her vision faded to gray, her thoughts went back to him. She remembered how she observed his soft, admirable features by the river, or in the garden. She remembered running her fingers through his shoulder-length hair, and the way he smelled faintly of her favorite flowers. Mostly what she remembered of him was that she was betrothed to him, Guaraha. Tall, lanky, and unbearably adorable Guaraha of her Wingly village. He loved her with his entire being, and though she felt the same way previously, she currently wasn't so sure of things. She liked the way he wore his billowy white shirts and dark leggings, and how he would tromp around barefoot with her on little "adventures" of make-believe or old legends when she could convince him to break the rules and get dirty. She loved diving off of the waterfall with him, climbing trees with him, exchanging presents with him, and going deep into the woods with him. She missed the days where they could be together without a care. Their days were filled with laughter and happiness that soon blossomed into a righteous bond with age. She recalled the way he asked for her hand in marriage not too long after beating the Bardel brothers in a fight because they wanted to both marry her... After his victory, he then marched up to her and licked his lips with determination, "I know I don't have much to offer you, Meru, but marry me." She then recalled his feelings toward the outside world, and that even though he wanted to see it he was afraid. They discussed it for about a month's time, she insisted that it was okay to leave and that it was stupid to be afraid because the elders were afraid from the 11,000 year old legends. He didn't want her to leave, and pleaded with her not to go. She remembered how hard it was to write that final note to her parents, how she knew it was going to leave her family in tears and how it would probably enrage Guaraha when he read it. Meru hardened her heart while writing, knowing she was probably never going to be welcomed back warmly for being tainted by Humans.
Mom, Dad, Guaraha:
i can't stand the outside world being forbidden any longer.
the world of Endiness must be just as beautiful as our forest,
all i ask is that you respect my wishes.
Guaraha, i'm terribly sorry.
Meru
She layered on her warmest clothes, packed briefly, and left. She was still so young.
She'd unknowingly trudged into and through the worst blizzard in the history of Mille Seseau, the snow merciless against her thin form. She could barely make out the Crystal Palace in the distance, though she had no idea what it was. All she saw was a beacon of hope, and a figure to keep her bearings. After miles of nothing but walking into sheets of unforgiving ice hurled with gale-force strengths her body gave up and she toppled down, amazed that she had even made it that far. When her limbs refused to move, her hope left her and she resigned herself to her fate. The snow would bury her and it would be months before anyone would discover her corpse and bury her, even though she was roughly 400 feet from the city gates. She was realizing this fate as her vision grayed further, and it took her several moments to realize she was wrapped in a black winter coat and being carried along. She didn't know when she was picked up, or if she was even alive or conscious at this point. The first thing she noticed was the considerable amount of warmth around her, and the second thing was the fact that she was deliriously staring up at a man.
"AUUUGHH." i really hope you enjoyed it.
