Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent or any of the characters from Divergent but I do own Zia/Z
I was born on the run. My parents never told me anything about their past or about our future. My name is Zia Eaton. I'm not a normal teenager. I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and very tan skin, I'm 5'2, but thats the only normal thing about me. My dad and mom, Tobias and Tris Eaton, are all I've ever known. I've never met anyone other than them. We wake up, we eat, we run, we stop, we eat, we run, we stop, we sleep, then we start the cycle over. My whole life I've lived by one rule: Survive.
I awoke to someone shaking my shoulders. "Z. We have to go." I heard my dad say.
"Five more minutes, Dad." I said rolling over so my face was squished in the sweatshirt I called a pillow.
"We can't do this today, Z. We have to go NOW." He said. This time I sat up. As soon as I saw his face I knew that something was wrong.
"Pack up." He said. Usually my dad is absolutely fearless. Today, I could hear a touch of fear in his voice. It took me all of 2 minutes to pack up, then we were running again.
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked while we were resting behind a couple of boulders. My dad just looked away.
"Mom?" I said. "I'm sorry Z, but it's nothing of your concern." She said simply. I couldn't believe it.
"Why do you never tell me anything?" I said, angry. My mom looked away and my dad just clenched his jaw.
"What's so bad out in the real world? Why haven't I ever met any other human being in my life? Why are we always running? WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF?!" I screamed. All the anger and fear and hate that I've bottled up all these years just bubbled up and exploded.
"Z, everything we are doing and have ever done it to protect you."My dad said.
"I'm 17 years old! I don't need protecting!" I said storming off. I heard my parents indistinct voices as I started to run. But I didn't stop. I was finally free.
I haven't cried since I was 6 years old. I saw a wolf following us and I started to cry.
My dad told me to close my eyes so I did. When I opened them the wolf was gone. My dad said that we can't be afraid because we need to be brave for the one's we love.
Today I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I didn't stop running. I couldn't stop crying. T
ears blurred my vision, and I slipped. I was falling, tumbling down. It felt endless. Then I hit my head. In my last conscious moment, I heard a faint howl in the distance.
When I woke up, I was in a valley. I tried to sit up but I felt a piercing stab in the side of my head.
The howls were closer now. I could hear them, snarling, barking, tracking their next meal. I knew I had to do something.
I tried to grab my bag but it wasn't on my back. I looked aroung and saw it. It was about 20 yards away and close to the howls. I stood up slowly.
The pain was agonizing so I stumbled along. I got to my bag and looked up and saw them. About 10 wolves were coming down the hill.
I started backing up slowly. I reached in my bag and pulled out the knife that my dad gave my when I was 8. The wolves were close and I knew I couldn't take all of them.
I decided that if I was going to die that I was going to die fighting. I got into my fighting stance. The wolves were only 10 yards away. 8 yards. 5, 4, 3. Then they just stood still.
We stared each other down. Then, one of them lunged. I sliced its neck and went to the next one. I stabed its side and turned. Then one of then got me.
It latched onto my leg and wouldn't let go. I screamed. I lashed tried to pry its jaws open. I hears the woosh of an arrow and the wolf went limp.
I looked up and saw a human. A real human. He had a bow in his hand and quiver on his back. He was dressed in black. Black pants, black shoes, and a black t-shirt. He shot another wolf as it jumped at me. He jumped down and stabbed one with an arrow, took it out, and shot it at another one. The last four ran away.
After my adrenaline was gone I collapsed. He ran to me and examined my leg. Just by looking at his face I knew the wound was worse than it felt. He pulled me to my feet but I couldn't stand. He just looked at me with his piercing green eyes.
Finally, he scooped me up bridal style and started running. I tried to keep my eyes open, but, I was loosing too much blood. I knew one thing. I hated passing out.
I woke up in a cave. I looked around and saw him. His back was turned to me. "Who are you?" I asked.
He didn't respond. "Hey. I asked you a question." I said more sternly. He walked over to me with bandages in his hands.
I tried to sit up but he pushed me down gently. Then he started tending to my wound. First he poured something on it which made it burn. I held in a scream. The he started to clean it which didn't hurt as bad.
"Why are you helping me?" I said. He finished wrapping the wound then he looked up. "Because you need help." He said.
I felt my cheeks getting warm. He let out a chuckle. "You're blushing." He said. That's what it's called I thought to myself.
"I've never blushed before." I said. I tried to sit up again.
"Rest." He said laying me down. For once in my life, I wanted to obey.
"What's your name?" He said.
"Zia Eaton." I said quietly. The corner of his mouth turned up.
"I'm Asher. Asher Kravitz."