I've been watching a lot of The 100 and all the craziness gave me writer's block for my other story, Raising Dawn. So now I have to attempt to write something about The 100 before I get back to the Flanagans. Hopefully, I can just work on both stories at the same time.

Anyway, Faya Gada is an OC story. I have a pairing (more like several) in mind, but we'll see where this goes.

I will be using references throughout the story which will be marked inside brackets like this [...]. The notes will be at the end of each chapter.

This chapter is a glimpse into her future on the show. The following chapters will be her life events on the Ark leading up to this prologue. Kudos to you if you translate the title :)

Faya Gada | Prologue

She took off running.

A warm, sticky breath was on her heels and she skipped a step, falling forward just as the wolf tried to pounce her. It didn't anticipate her mistake and landed just above her head. Both figures were disoriented for a moment. But before the canine could snap her wrist into its jaw, she vaulted up and began running again. And with even more urgency.

The blood covering her face now seemed to boil and heat rushed over her body. She couldn't afford to falter now. She couldn't afford to die.

But she knew she couldn't do this for much longer. The wild beast was getting pretty close. Her aimless slipping in the mud did none to help. She had to find a way out of this. Quick.

With an extra burst of energy seeming from nowhere, she jumped up to grab a branch from the tree above her. Its arm snapped and she tucked her head into her chest to help her body roll. This action had cost her precious time that she didn't have and she could feel its breath on her back now. White hot pain traveled up her spine as her body was overcome with heat once again.

She could feel the stick pressing into her gut now, and air refused to return to her lungs. The wolf had planted itself on her back now, its claws digging into her shoulders. Seeing as her legs were free, she kicked them out behind her and swept them to the side. She used the momentum to propel her body sideways, effectively shoving the wolf off her and onto the ground beside her. It quickly reclaimed its position above her, teeth snapping. She was quick enough to throw the stick in front of her face. Now the wolf had no choice but to try and eat through the piece of wood.

The joints in her hands started to burn as if stretched for too long as she held the beast at bay. The wolf was easily the size of a grown man with a mutated green eye which drank her in savagely. If this branch broke, she was a goner.

Noticing the strength gradually leaving her arms, she knew she had to do something soon. Somehow, one of her arms dropped a few inches. This gave the wolf the chance it needed to go in for the kill. But it didn't anticipate her ramming the end of the branch right into its exposed mouth, shoving against the back of its throat.

In its own frenzy, the wolf shoved forward as the branch was driven in at a different angle. A gush of red painted her face as well as the inside of her mouth. And the wolf's body slackened..

She killed the wolf. She killed the wolf!

Though her body had been shaking with quick hit breathes, a cry began to crawl up her throat. And she let it. She closed her eyes and relaxed the tensed muscles in her body. She didn't care about the sting in her back nor the blood she could taste in her mouth. She did it.

She was now a gona [1].

Footnotes:

1 – gona = warrior