The Heir appears
A/N: Hello! The name is Savvy, and welcome to my third fanfiction! For those of you who are reading my other fics: I'm taking a little time away from those stories so I can think about where I want to go with them since I know I'm getting a little off with the plot and stuff.
Anyways, this is another JohnDave fic set in an AU where there are normal people (who make up the majority of the pop but are looked down on) but there are also those with powers (Who basically run society like an upper class) I'm still not sure where this story will go, but I hope you all will like it anyways!
Chapter 1
"Get back here thief!"
John pushed through the crowd, which wasn't hard considering he's been doing this for months now and he's finally getting the hang of it. He ducked down an alley way in an attempt to get away from his pursuer. He ran down the alley and turned down another and then back onto the street. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, clutching the stolen bag to his chest.
He began to run again, towards the river where his "family" waited. They weren't exactly his family, they were orphans like him. The five of them have been together since they met at the orphanage and they hadn't left each other's side since.
John looked behind him, making sure no one was following him as he slipped into one of the abandoned buildings. Once inside, he cracked open the ceiling window to let in some light. He sat down and threw one of the thin, ratty blankets over him. Even though it was late spring, it was still pretty cold.
He looked over at the bag and a small smile grew on his lips. His stomach growled, reminding him of how long it had been since he last ate, but he had to wait for everyone else to get back.
~ 20 minutes later ~
Everyone was back now. Karkat, Kanaya, Nepeta, and little Feferi had returned from their excursions with their hauls.
"John!" Feferi yelled, hopping over and throwing her little arms around his neck. She was the youngest at nine years old.
"Hello Fef, did you have fun today?" he asked, hugging her tight.
"Aw you should have seen her John! She helped us bring in all this," Nepeta replied, showing the eight bags of things they had gotten. Nepeta was only a little older then Feferi, being twelve years old.
"Yes it was rather magnificent. I'm rather glad you convinced us to take her along, she is quite the little actress," Kanaya chimed, patting Feferi's head. Kanaya was the oldest at eighteen.
"Man, maybe I should bring you along with me next time!" John replied with a laugh, "How about you Karkat?"
"I did alright. I was able to snag a few blankets and some new clothes for everyone," he answered. Karkat was the same age as John at sixteen.
Everyone emptied their bags onto one of their clean blankets. John had snagged quite a large amount of food which everyone was excited for while the girls snagged some money, water, wine (for Kanaya), and even some new pillows!
"Wow guys, this is the best haul we've ever had!" John exclaimed as he gazed at their collection of goodies.
"How about we did into some of this food?" Nepeta asked, licking her lips hungrily.
John chuckled, pulling out his pocket knife. He sliced the meat, bread, and cheese, handing two pieces to everyone. Kanaya poured everyone some water and some wine for herself. They all dug in, savoring the taste of fresh food. They hadn't had food this good ever!
"Geez, John, who did you steal from to get this quality of food?" Karkat asked as he took another small bite of his food.
"I just stood outside the best deli the Slums has to offer, listening for someone who ordered a lot, and then when they came out, I snagged the bag and ran," he replied, drinking from his cup.
After they finished eating, John helped Kanaya divvy up the clothes between everyone. They all got a few shirts and a couple pairs of pants. John snagged a leather jacket from the pile.
He had a feeling it might come in handy.
It was dark. Darker then the night. John was standing alone. He looked around, but nothing was there. He could hear his heart beating. Suddenly three pairs of red eyes grew in front of him. Hid blue eyes widened and his body went numb.
"S-stay back!" He yelled, trying to back away. He tripped, but on what he had no idea.
John looked back at the glowing eyes. Mouths appeared right under the eyes, showing razor sharp teeth. They grew closer and closer.
"I SAID STAY BACK!" he screamed, throwing his arms in front of him. A gust of wind came from behind him, blowing the faces back and stunning them for a second before they began their advance again.
John sat there, unable to move after what he had just pulled. The face drew close yet again.
All of a sudden, they burst into flames. The faces shriveled up until they were nothing but ashes. John watched as they burned. He looked up to see what had caused it.
Another set of red eyes watched him, except these eyes had a calming effect on him. They were kind.
He tried speaking to the eyes but they disappeared before he could say anything.
John jumped up, a cold layer of sweat accumulated on his brow. He's had this dream before but it still worried him each time.
He stood up, walking outside and down to the side of the river. He sat in the grass, letting the slight breeze calm him down like it always did.
I should go back to sleep, it's a big day tomorrow, he thought before sighing and standing to go inside.
John and Karkat wandered the streets, looking for a decent bakery. It was Feferi's birthday and they wanted to get her something special, even if it meant spending all of the money they had gotten the other day.
John accidentally bumped shoulders with some guy, muttering a sorry before continuing. The guy had other plans though.
The guy grabbed his shoulder pulling John around to face him. "You're that punk that stole from me the other day!" the guy yelled, his two friends standing behind him.
"I'm sorry," John said, hitting the guy's hand off his shoulder, "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about."
"BULLSHIT! I know it was you!" the guy argued, balling his fists.
John whispered to Karkat, "Run." Even though they were the same age, Karkat was significantly smaller than John. Karkat obeyed, bolting into the encircling crowd that had formed when the guy started yelling.
He looked at the guy and saw he had pulled out a knife.
John took a step back, the guy swung the knife, catching John's cheek and making a deep cut. He could feel the blood drip off his chin. The guy smiled maliciously, licking the blood off the knife. He and his buddies stepped forward as John stepped back.
His foot slipped and he fell. He tried scrambling back, yelling at the three to stay away from him, but they encroached upon him, making him more and more frightened.
"I SAID STAY AWAY!" He screamed, throwing his arms in front of him. A gust of wind blew strongly from behind him, to around him, to hitting his three attackers. They fell backwards, tumbling away from him.
John lowered his arms. Now is the perfect time to run, he thought. He tried to stand up, but instantly collapsed onto his knees. He felt exhausted. He was breathing heavily; it literally felt like all his energy had been sapped.
John looked up, seeing the three guys get up looking angrier than before. John sat back on his knees.
So this is how it ends, he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain.
Suddenly, flames jumped up, surrounding him in a half circle. His eyes widened as the flames burned the three men that attacked him.
John felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped around to see a guy his age wearing red cape, red shirt with sleeves going only to his elbows and fancy things all over it that John couldn't name, and dark red pants with three silver chains hanging from the belt loops, and finally black leather boots. He had blonde hair and his eyes were covered by shades.
"Do not worry, I'm here to protect you," He whispered.
He stood in front of John, facing the attackers.
"You three," he announced, his voice projecting so everyone in the crowd could hear, "You attacked him, witnessed his power and still decided to continue the assault. I'm pretty sure even you dogs have heard of what his power means. The power over the wind belongs only to the true Heir of these lands and your future ruler! How DARE you attack him, knowing this fact? Let all here be witnesses to the rise of the Heir of Breath!"
He kneeled in front of John, right hand over his heart. John looked around and saw people doing the same. He became flustered, whispering to the one who saved him, "I think you might be mistaken, I don't have any powers! I'm just… nothing." He looked down sadly, remembering his place in the world.
"Nonsense," the guy said, "I just witnessed your power first-hand. I can also see the power residing inside of you start to awaken. Don't doubt your power, sire," He stood up, offering his hand to John, "My name is Dave; I was assigned as your personal body guard by Fortuna."
John took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled up into Dave's Strong arms. "Come," he stated, "We must get you to City."
"Wait! I need to go back to my family and tell them what's going on," John pleaded.
"Of course," Dave agreed with a slight bow, "Please, lead the way, my lord."
John nodded and made his way through the crowd and towards the abandoned house he called home.
When he got there, he invited Dave inside to meet his family. John saw everyone huddled together. They jumped up and rushed towards him, hugging him. John told them what happened and where he was going. They all understood. They wished him luck, crying as they said goodbye. Even though they didn't want John to leave, they knew he had to.
John wiped his tears away and followed Dave back outside where a carriage waited. Dave opened the door, allowing John on board before stepping in, closing the door and knocking the wall of the carriage to signal they were ready to go.
John began to feel the pain of his cut and the sting of dust that had settled inside. He placed a hand on the cut lightly and then pulling it away, gazing at the blood that stained his fingers.
"Please," Dave said, "Allow me," he moved to sit next to John, "This might hurt a little bit."
Dave held John's head still with one hand and placed a finger on one end of the cut. John could feel heat and pain as Dave's finger ran slowly across the cut. He wanted to pull away, he wanted to scream, but he knew the cut had to be closed. He tensed and ground his teeth together, holding his breath as the pain got slowly worse.
Once Dave had finished sealing the cut, all the tension left as he let out a breath. As the tension left his body, he felt numb and began to fall forward. Dave caught him, moving him into a lying down position with John's head resting on his thigh.
"You've had a long day. Get some rest before we reach City," Dave whispered.
John smiled gratefully up at Dave, before closing his eyes. He felt a hand run through his hair rhythmically until sleep took him.
Dave continued to run his hand through John's hair after he fell asleep. He gazed at the boy sleeping on his lap. He couldn't believe his search was finally over and he could protect this boy. He could feel himself slipping, falling for the innocent kid he had rescued and will protect for as long as he will live.
A/N: Ta-da! Hope you all liked it! Since school is starting I will not update every day like I did for my other stories but I will update as often as I can :3