Summary: Darien Kane embraces earth as a new chance at life and an escape from her past. Along with the other 99 prisoners of the Ark, she must now survive in a world their ancestors left over a century ago…only thing, the ground isn't as uninhabited as they think.
A/N: I simply had to jump on this band wagon, especially with Season 3 over and Season 4 introducing another end of world. I will try to be as original as possible while still keeping true to my AU-fixation with changing canon and thus, everything involved.
Note: Yes, Kane having a child (adopted or otherwise) has been done but I've had this idea for a long while and it just didn't fit in any other way.
Warnings: Blood, gore, death, violence, language and more. AU, very, very AU. This will also be a mashup of the series with some elements from the books as I liked the series better, but enjoyed some of the facts from the book as well. Warnings for implied rape (not condoned but it is an element so apologies for any triggers.)
Note* If a certain scene or dialogue is not mentioned, presume it happens as per canon unless stated otherwise.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the 100, including the characters used from the series, though I may give some names and personalities to any of the grounders/original 100 etc. I only own any OC's I personally create. I do not own any dialogue/or parts taken from the canon script. Standard disclaimer applies for every chapter.
Prologue
"Dark Space."
"It's been almost a hundred years since the Great War that destroyed our Planet, the Earth, and nearly ended humanities entire existence.
Nearly a hundred years since the few who managed, fled to space to ensure Humanities survival…
Truth is…the bombs and war? Merely sped up the process and we'd already been killing our planet for years.
We poisoned it.
We depleted it.
Took more than we should…
Theft, greed, the inability to compromise, more violence…
It just made it easier when whatever was left, finally went up in flames.
Since that time, Humanity had held on by a thread governed through strict rules and even stricter consequences.
For all of us in space, there was only the Ark; one colony formed from the twelve operational space stations remaining at the end of the world.
Everything we ever did, every decision or allocation of resources, was about our species survival so that we may one day return to the ground.
The ground was the dream…
Up in space, wasting away…That was the reality.
Until everything changed...and everything we knew was merely a presumption of what we found.
This is our story.
The Memoirs of Clarke Griffon and The 100
…Fingers grasping and pulling, squeezing, nails biting into flesh. Hot breath on her neck and muttered words crawl across her skin…
Darien ran with one goal as her point of focus, footsteps echoing as she sped through the hallways of Factory station, avoiding all elevators and keeping to the stairs and smaller passageways as much as possible.
Simple enough when one knew every inch of the Ark the way she did.
After years of roaming, exploring, and documenting every fact and facet of all that she could find, it really wasn't too surprising that her ability to navigate the station came as easily as breathing.
Grey-green eyes flickered left in time to catch an opening door and she darted into an opposite corridor.
...Clothes tearing under too much force and a clatter of one lone chair sliding across the room…a glass shattering as the table is knocked over in the ensuing chaos...
Fear.
Shock.
Horror.
It was still too early for anyone to really be starting their day and even the latest guard shift had ended hours ago. The next watch that took its place wouldn't happen for a few more minutes and she knew which areas to avoid as it happened.
But even she knew that no routine was ever steadfast. Changes could happen. Mistakes could be made.
Keeping to the shadows, every movement and turn was steadily calculated while still maintaining a swift pace and a careful eye on her surroundings.
This way, she wouldn't be taken by surprise. This way, no one would notice the blood…
...Fists pounding, teeth biting, tears…Screams, her screams…
Desperation.
Panic.
Darien quickly stepped into the next hall and up another flight of stairs, her heart beating loudly in her ears while mindful not to touch the railing as she approached the familiar landmarks leading towards Phoenix's residential area and one of the few entrances into the Ark's government and science sector.
Just a little further and she'd be able to clean up…just a few moments and she could think, feel, break…
Breathe...
Doorways of homes and windows reflecting space, passed by in a blur and she refused to pause for even a second despite the pain in her ribs or the acute numbness in her one arm and the burning across her face and in her chest.
There was too much fear that someone would see her appearance and stop her from getting home. Enough fear that she didn't want to face the truth of what had happened and what had nearly happened.
Maybe it would all become just part of a terrible dream. Maybe she could pretend it had never happened.
...So much blood…Sticky, hot and metallic. Gasping, stuttered breaths that weren't hers…
Anger.
She'd done a lot in her fifteen years of life, hating the injustice witnessed daily, hating the hypocrisy of their world and yet hating that she understood it too. Fighting for some semblance of the humanity they were meant to have, feeling guilty because she knew there were limitations, wanting to be free in as many ways as possible without breaking the laws (and sometimes breaking them anyway), and yet this…this was...
…Choked words and desperate pleas for help…bloody hand prints tainting her marred skin…curses…
Disgust.
Rage.
At the thought, her eyes watered and her vision blurred due to something other than fatigue, but she could finally slow to a normal pace as she reached the entrance of the home that was shared with her grandmother, pausing hesitantly in the corridor as the reality set in.
"P-Please still be asleep…" She murmured, begged, and only spared a second to take in a deep breath before entering as quietly as she could in case this was not true.
It was all for nothing though when her entrance revealed the modest room to contain three armed guards, as well as her grandmother seated at their kitchen table with wide, red-rimmed eyes that immediately flickered to take in the blood all over her granddaughter's arms, legs and even smeared across her face.
Eyes that only grew wider at the obvious injuries, torn clothes and almost indecently exposed flesh.
"Nana…" All the adrenaline fled and Darien wilted at the sight of the woman who had practically raised her.
In retrospect, maybe she should have gone somewhere else, (hidden in the vents or formed some type of alibi), but that probably would have meant involving the few friends she had and she'd never be able to live with herself if they got hurt due to her actions.
"Darien Kane, you're under arrest for the assault on Alan Everett."
Two of the guards stepped forward without preamble to grab her forearms while the one who had spoken, held out the restraints.
A part of her wondered how they'd found out so quickly. Another part of her was just glad these guards were none that she knew.
She didn't know if she could face any of them judging her.
"Oh starlight, it's not true…it can't be true." Vera Kane babbled tearfully and Darien wanted so badly to be able to deny it, if only for her grandmother's sake. "Say it's not true…"
"I'm so sorry that I've hurt you, nana…" She whispered with regret instead, choking on sobs that so badly wanted to break free.
The guards cuffed her arms behind her back and her grandmother began to cry fresh tears, seemingly unsure of what to do.
Please don't cry for me.
Darien made no attempt to fight the guards as they lead her away from her home, only desperately wishing she could comfort the woman who had been the only constant in her life.
A woman she had betrayed with her thoughtless actions over the years. Actions that had, unintentionally but nevertheless, led to this result.
She was always so careful...She tried so hard to follow the rules and still try her hardest to fight for what she believed was right.
Out into the corridor, the Ark had finally begun to wake and people littered the dingy walkways as they got ready for the day.
They would now bear witness to all she had tried to hide.
Startled whispers rippled through the crowd and quickly turned to horror around her. Darien could only focus on her own thoughts and the clawing itch that shivered under her skin.
She shouldn't have been there tonight…she should have listened to her instincts.
She should have listened to Clarke.
Keeping her eyes averted from the growing throng of people, Darien bit her lip and swallowed the lump in her throat.
'What ifs' wouldn't change anything now…
Their world wasn't fair and regardless of what had happened, regardless of her family connections, she'd be condemned.
She'd be a criminal.
They wouldn't care about the why and what, only the fact that a crime had been committed.
...then he'd finally send her to the Skybox.
"You can scream for me Darien. There's no one here to hear but me."
The guards ended up leading Darien to a more secluded room, rather than the usual criminal tribunal held before the Council and she sighed almost in relief at something familiar yet at the same moment, also wanted to scoff at the hypocrisy.
It was just like every other time.
Of course he'd want this as quiet as possible.
…but in the end, it can't be the same…not after everyone who saw me…not after what happened…
Despair. Hate. Rage.
It's a mantra in her head now and she can't seem to ignore the words or the emotions that it invokes.
Carefully seated at a small steel table with her arms still firmly secured behind her back, the guards left without a word. None of them had spoken to her since informing her of the reasons for her arrest.
Darien took in her bare surroundings and tried not to move too much. Exhaustion had overtaken any lingering numbness and she was pretty sure some nasty bruises had begun to show even under all the blood and grime that caked her body.
It was starting to itch. And by Gaia, her body hurt so much.
She glanced at her arms and her breath unexpectedly hitched at the sight and feel of her normally pale skin and all she wants is to scrub until it's gone, until her skin is clean.
Despair. Hate. Rage.
That doesn't seem like it is going to happen for a while though, so she contents herself with closing her eyes and pretending everything is fine, that her skin and clothes are not covered in a mix of someone else's blood and hers. She pretends that her body doesn't spasm with agony every time she shifts in her seat.
She forces back the nausea and bile attempting to rise in her throat.
Her thoughts turn to what will happen next and she's almost relieved at the thought of going to lock up, for that is surely how this day will end.
I wonder if he'll even be the one to sentence me…
The door opens, shaking her from her thoughts and she looks up expecting dark hair and even darker eyes, but instead she's left staring into the icy blue and blonde of a former Chancellor.
Diana Sydney.
"Why are you here?" She cannot help blurting in surprise and immediately wishes she'd just remained quiet when the woman's lips curl into that awful smile that Darien has always hated.
Tread carefully.
"My, you're a mess, aren't you Miss Kane." Diana says as she takes seat across from her, that sickening smile still in place and derision in her words. "Poor dear, were you perhaps expecting someone else? Your father maybe?"
Despair. Hate. Rage.
Darien glares but says nothing in reply. She knows how Diana Sydney operates. How she can turn the most innocent of words into something sinister. This woman didn't need extra ammunition to make things worse.
And Gaia damn it, she could make things so much worse.
Diana seems to realise she won't get a response, so instead places the folder she'd been carrying onto the table surface and folds her hands daintily on top of it.
"Now, we have some things to discuss so I sincerely hope you won't be wasting my time with your usual stubbornness and actually co-operate for once. Who knows, it might make things easier in the future."
Easier for who?
Darien bites back a retort even though she's eager to just spit in this hags face and be done with it.
Diana Sydney was Chancellor for only three years before Thelonious Jaha was appointed to take her place, as the council felt she didn't have the correct temper to manage the Ark and its numerous responsibilities.
Or at least, that was the nice way of putting it without opening a huge can of political nonsense and scandal that their era just couldn't afford.
This had all happened eight years ago, before Darien was old enough to care and now she was old enough to appreciate the change.
These days, the woman only had enough power to irritate people with her selfish desire to be important and to affect people's lives.
"We'll start simple. You were out after curfew last night, why?" Diana questions coldly.
That was simple? What was she fishing for? Why start off so vaguely?
"I didn't realize being out late was an offence that warranted arrest." She answered blandly and hid a smirk when the older woman bristled, her blue eyes narrowing.
"I believe the guards already mentioned the reason for this whole situation, Miss Kane."
"Yes, that's why I don't understand why you're asking me questions about curfew if you already have your crime." Darien sneered in reply, turning her glare away to hide the tremble in her lips and choosing to stare at her reflection in the table's surface.
Despair. Hate. Rage.
"Fine, I have two witness accounts that you participated in illegal activities last night; some of which include gambling and fighting." Diana snapped. "Would you care to explain now, why you were out after curfew and why someone would claim you were breaking a law?"
Ah, she wants to implicate more people for crimes. Greedy woman.
"Gambling?" Darien frowned thoughtfully. "Hmm, I don't recall any gambling and you said these people saw me actually participating in something so against the Ark's rules. Your witnesses must have been mistaken."
Diana's fingers twitched in an irritated fashion as she snapped back a reply.
"You were seen and spoken to by-"
"And surely if you had witnesses who saw me taking part in such illegal activities as you put it and who had actually spoken to me." Darien then interrupted and actually allowed a hint of a smirk to appear. "Then these witnesses were most likely part of said activities and would also have to be tried for the same crime. After all, how could they testify against me without claiming to have been involved as well and we both know any infiltrations to uncover rule breaking, needs to be sanctioned by the council."
The silent, 'we both know you never sanction much of anything' was left unsaid.
Diana's smile was razor sharp as she leaned forward and spoke again.
"As you seem to have all the answers, how about we get to the heart of the matter Miss Kane and while I would love to bring you to justice for all your little wrong doings, I'll have to settle for the one thing I can actually pin on you."
"Oh?"
"You were arrested for the assault of Alan Everett. He was admitted to the medical bay about an hour ago and with an eyewitness who saw you leave the room that Everett was found in, as well as the blood on your person which will most likely be matched to his, you will find that I need very little to have you sent to the Skybox."
Despair. Hate. Rage.
Darien grimaced and felt a bit of her mustered bravado dissipate.
This was beginning to feel more and more like a witch hunt.
"Now you will explain for our records why you assaulted the young man?" A demand, not a question nor any hint of potential concerned hope that maybe Darien was possibly a victim. Then again, Diana Sydney had always been a bit too eager to bring her to justice for so many escapades (some that weren't even remotely connected to her), so why would the blond sycophant be fair now when for once she was right and Darien was actually to blame (at least in part).
Darien tilted her head and leaned back slightly, hiding her fear, pain, anger and any other thoughts behind what had sadly become an effective mask of sarcasm and blandness over the last few years whenever dealing with anyone that wasn't her grandmother or closest friends.
This world she had been born into, was just a farce and she was beginning to hate playing its game.
"Do I have to write a list for you?" She bit out, avoiding any semblance of the truth and enjoying the flash of annoyance in the woman's face across from her.
He was just a stupid boy who thought he could just take whatever he wanted and not expect retaliation…
"You have one chance at a confession." Diana snapped, slamming her hand on the file. "Why did you beat up the boy? His parents deserve some honesty."
The file no doubt contained descriptions of the scene and whoever had snitched considering how quickly this had all been discovered (she didn't doubt some of Everett's friends had known what would happen, what he had been planning), but she didn't care.
Her eyes flicked to the small camera watching them in the corner of the room to her left. She turned back to look at the woman in front of her.
"I have no explanation for you. You've already made your own assumptions."
There, that was the truth in a sense.
She refused to bear her thoughts to this backstabbing, manipulative-
"This isn't a game child; a person is dead!" Diana now shouted, seeming to give up the charade of trying to be the good little hero of the people that she pretended to be.
Darien finds she cannot help actually flinching this time at her words.
Dead…
Despair. Hate. Rage.
"Good." She muttered despite the sudden awful feeling in her chest and the way her eyes watered treacherously even when she didn't think she had anymore tears left in her. "Good…"
He deserved it! Her mind roared, refusing the guilt even while her heart caved and she battled to maintain an unaffected look as she processed this new information.
He deserved it.
Murderer…I'm a murderer…
He hurt me...tried to...
She's done a lot over the years but this...
Dead…
No witness to even prove her side of the story.
"He was Councilman Everett's son, a highly respected figure in society and not something that can be easily overlooked this time around." Diana said as she stood. "Your father won't have a say in this and you'll not just get a slap on the wrist."
"Then don't." Darien spat, suddenly angry, wrists straining in her bonds as she leaned forward.
How could Diana Sydney stand there and talk about him and throw it in her face like it changed things? The man that claimed to be Darien's father but had never known how to do the job just as she had never understood how to be his daughter.
How dare she bring him up and use it like it was a tool that could wielded against her.
"I've never understood why he treated you differently, time and time again. We have certainly floated others for less." The woman continues, her eyes dark and unyielding as she voices her thoughts.
Darien shuddered but remained quiet.
What Diana said was true, but it was also true that they didn't float children under the age of eighteen and at fifteen years old, she would only be locked up, regardless of the crime she had committed.
Or would she?
Would it matter if she explained to the council? Would it change anything if she confessed and told Diana the details, if she begged to be heard?
And to actually tell them what had happened...what had almost happened...what he did...
Despair. Hate. Rage.
"Will you not make a statement for his parents?" Diana asks and for a moment, Darien can almost see past the vitriol and the power-hungry ambitiousness to the small part of this woman that actually might care about the people she fought for in some small way. "They should know why some little monster took their son's life."
And then her moment of compassion and understanding is gone.
"Fuck you."
Diana steps back at the curse and then clicks her tongue.
"In conclusion of our little discussion, we must assume that the council, the school and any person who has dealt with you on any level, have missed the growing signs of concern that show you to be an unstable and dangerous child. Every mishap that's led to this moment." She states and Darien bristles at the insult. "Such a shame that your cries for attention have led to such a tragedy that could have been avoided if the right people had disciplined you when it was required."
Something in her snaps completely and she suddenly doesn't care.
She's so tired of pretending. So tired of lying to herself.
"Attention." Darien interrupts angrily, shouting almost screaming, shaking as her anger escalates. "I've never needed anything from anyone, especially not from a bunch of hypocrites on this stupid Ark. And I certainly don't need to sit here and be belittled and insulted by someone of your outstanding character, no matter what crime I committed. So stop being such a damn fraud and just send me away permanently already. Then I won't be such an apparent problem anymore. Better yet, float me if that damn bastard was so important because I regret nothing and if given a chance, I would do it all over again, again and again!"
She slumps back in her seat and everything that has occurred in the last couple hours, finally catches up, leaving her drained and terribly exhausted. There's the taste of blood in her mouth that must have been from biting her lip at some point during her rant and Darien almost whispers out the next words that will no doubt seal her fate and end this charade.
"As far as I'm concerned, I did the Ark a favour."
The woman glares at her.
Good, Darien thought. That was something she could understand.
"Guards, I'm done." Diana Sydney calls as she turns away and opens the door. "See to it that prisoner 422 is treated and makes it to her cell. There's no need for a formal hearing, my report will suffice."
Darien blinked away tears, but she couldn't ignore them any longer. She was fifteen…and she was finally going to prison after so many second chances.
"Oh nana, please forgive me for leaving you." She sobbed silently.
May we meet again…
Darien doesn't know that her father will be shown the trial, nor that it will be some years before they see each other again. And when they do, everything would have changed.
"Prisoner 422, stand." A guard orders and Darien stands slowly and tearfully manages a wry, bitter smile.
Maybe it was better that he wasn't here.
She supresses the urge to flinch when the guards take her by the shoulders and begin to lead her out.
Despair. Hate. Rage.
The mantra continues, but now it's more of a whisper instead of the monstrous raging torrent of emotion that had filled her so completely. And in the background, a new word joins the list.
Fear.
Marcus Kane watches bits of the trial recording with hard eyes while his heart stuttered in its disbelief.
This wasn't Darien. This wasn't the girl he knew.
Even with her blatant disregard for the rules and constant need to always challenge everything, she'd never been so ruthless or dispassionate...she'd never done something so violent.
"You have one chance at a confession." Diana snapped while she slammed her hand on a file. "Why did you beat up the boy? His parents deserve some honesty."
He watched Darien's grey eyes flicker to the camera, and his insides curl at the dark bruising that spreads across her cheeks and he wants to leave and find her so he can talk to her face to face and get some answers that make sense.
When she does reply, it's in a voice that is hard and distant and it's almost easy for him to accept that maybe she is guilty.
"I have no explanation for you. You've already made your own assumptions."
Why doesn't she defend herself? She's always had valid reasoning, an answer and excuse for everything she's done before, so why is this different?
Her own rations for poorer citizens...medicine for a sick friend who had exceeded his allocation...a sweet for a small child whose parents were gone...Books stolen from the library but always returned in perfect condition...Gambling to win items and then distributing them among the people who needed it…
They had never been actual crimes and she'd always hovered on the edge of the line that separated them from true law-breaking, but now…
This girl seemed so cold and angry and while he doesn't know her as well as he should, he knows the girl in that holding cell is vastly different from the passionate and generous person that he knows his daughter to be, regardless of her mistakes.
Why wasn't she fighting back?
"This isn't a game child; a person is dead!"
"Good."
Marcus Kane stills at the word and her lack of emotion. No...
She couldn't mean it.
In his shock, he doesn't notice the flinch or the fact that she's moments away from just breaking into pieces.
"He was Councilman Everett's son, a respected figure of society and not something that can be easily overlooked this time around." Diana says as she stands up. "Your father won't have a say in this and you'll not just get a slap on the wrist."
He watches his daughter freeze and even he knows that's the worst thing Diana Sydney could have ever claimed. Darien has never expected better treatment even when he had tried to give it to her in whatever way he could without going against his own beliefs.
"Then don't."
Diana's next words make him bristle angrily. Darien was far from unstable and yet...
A part of him wasn't sure how to reconcile this version of his daughter with the version he had in mind.
"In conclusion of our little discussion, we must assume that the council, the school and any person who has dealt with you on any level, have missed the growing signs of concern that show you to be an unstable and dangerous child. Every mishap that's led to this moment." Diana states. "Such a shame that your cries for attention have led to such a tragedy that could have been avoided if the right people had disciplined you when it was required."
Marcus Kane sees the moment his daughter loses control and recoils at the bitter anger in her eyes.
"Attention." Darien interrupts angrily, screaming. "I've never needed anything from anyone, especially not from a bunch of hypocrites on this stupid Ark. And I certainly don't need to sit here and be belittled and insulted by someone of your outstanding character, no matter what crime I committed. So stop being such a damn fraud and just send me away permanently already. Then I won't be such an apparent problem anymore. Better yet, float me if that damn bastard was so important because I regret nothing and if given a chance, I would do it all over again, again and again!"
She slumps back in her seat.
"As far as I'm concerned, I did the Ark a favour."
Marcus Kane stiffened and any emotion that may have been visible on his face, suddenly fades behind a cold, professional mask that he uses frequently.
How can she say that? Was she lying or telling the truth? He couldn't know for sure.
But if she was…
What choice did he have but to accept the ruling?
The recording ends and Marcus shuts his eyes.
"Don't worry your pretty little head Marcus. I've taken care of everything and you don't have to get involved at all." Diana murmurs beside him reassuringly and he's almost forgotten she was even in the room. "This whole untidy mess will be dealt with."
"You were egging her on and that's not even the whole session." He snaps, turning from the monitor and ignoring the duty-bound part of him that yells to drop it and let it be. The part that tells him she's a lost cause. "I want to see the rest of it."
Diana smiles.
"The rest doesn't matter and as a biased party, the council has banned you from involving yourself in the matter. Even Thelonious won't allow it."
"How convenient." He mutters, for a moment despising the Ark's rule and briefly wondering if this was how Darien felt all the time.
"Don't stress so Marcus." Diana murmurs, brushing past him. "If she behaves in there, I'll be more than happy to see that she has a fair retrial despite her violent nature."
He heads for the door, tired of this woman and the whole day that he wishes he could reverse because he doesn't understand a thing that has happened in the past twenty-four hours despite what he's been told.
"It was for the Ark Marcus and the Ark must have order. Even you know that our continued survival is the most important thing. That is why no criminals can be afforded any leniency...not even family."
He slams the door behind him, angry at Sydney and angry at himself and this whole damn thing because he knows the rules, he knows the laws...
What was he supposed to think? What was he supposed to do?
He doesn't even know what he's supposed to tell his mother who was the first to find him when her granddaughter was arrested.
Darien has beaten a boy to death and her only excuse was that he deserved it? For what reason? Had there been a fight? Had he insulted her or had he been insulted by her? Was it something small that went completely out of control or was there a deeper meaning he was missing?
Was his daughter really a murderer?
Marcus cursed.
There were so many questions and he couldn't know the answers without further investigation but what would that matter?
The blood found on Darien was a match to Everett. Abagail Griffon had confirmed it.
The interrogation recording had her confessing to it.
There was a witness to the crime.
All the evidence was damning and even if he found out the 'why' she would still be locked away because all crimes were punishable on the Ark and...
And family was no exception.
He faltered and paused, taking a breath. Angry, confused and morally torn between the two duties entrusted to him.
Maybe the Sky Box was a better place for her right now...He'd known she was going to get into bigger trouble one of these days with her escapades growing wilder with every year she got older.
And now she had finally found trouble where even he could not do a thing about it.
"I'm sorry Selene...I've tried to protect her." He muttered, resigning himself to the situation and deciding to soldier forward like he always did.
He glanced out a window to look at the earth that was so close and yet so very far away.
"But even I can't protect her from herself."
Maybe it's true, and he never really knew her at all.
In the time it had taken the guards to escort Darien Kane to her cell, the news of Alan Everett's death and her involvement had been prevented from going any further than Phoenix's walls.
Thus, only a handful knew the truth while the remaining population were only vaguely aware that a Councilman's son had died tragically and that the person responsible, had been arrested.
And so, everyone went about their day with the knowledge that the culprit would soon be floated as per the usual outcome of any crime (none even contemplating for a second that the criminal was a child), while Phoenix went into a minor lock down to hide the uproar taking place within.
Friends and family to the accused pleaded for answers, visits, anything so they could understand what had happened.
Family and friends to the deceased demanded blood, retribution and justice.
The Council did what it always did and the criminal was tried befitting the crime and sentenced to the Sky Box due to her age.
Life moved on, other crimes eventually overshadowed the death of one teenager and in the background, future events were set in motion by the scheming and planning of others.
Almost three years would pass before everything would change forever.
A/N: No confirmed pairings yet though I am quite fond of mixing and matching whatever feels right. Let me know if you have any ideas on what you'd like to see. I'm flexible and have no set preference for pairing. Keep in mind I have final say but opinions are appreciated as I have a vague idea of what I am going to go with.
*Note that this story is a teaser for now and will not be updated for a while. I do have multiple chapters planned and half written, but since I have been absent from Fanfiction for almost a year and a bit, this is an attempt to spark my muse for I have sorely neglected many of my other stories and they will need some love before I dedicate more time to this.
*Edited 27/08/2017
