Preface

Hello,

I'm new to the world of Fanfiction, so any advice will be welcomed and any inconsistency will be discussed. Reviews and PMs will probably be appreciated.

This Fanfiction focuses on the 100's characters from Chapter 5 onward.

This Fanfiction tries to dabble on the many unknown factors of the series (or things I didn't catch, maybe?). For instance, although I'll try to do this with more or less subtlety, the nature of the "grounders" is explained in this fanfiction, as well as the reason for the nuclear holocaust. This will probably go against cannon pretty soon, and this is the main reason why it isn't outspoken.

Darian is not meant to be the stalking grounder.

If there are inconsistencies with the show, please consult the list below to check if I could (and should) have know, and write me a PM anyway to tell me what an idiot I probably am!

Story / Show timeline

Chapter 1 was written after the viewing of episode 01x04.

Chapter 2-4 were written after the viewing of episode 01x07.


Chapter 1 - Metal & Hair

There was something different, something foul about all of this… The metal was old, but had been made new by some strange magic. Darian groaned, and the youth that had followed him shivered from the tawny sound he produced. "Tudo bem?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Darian replied with a husky voice. The mist had grazed his path when he was a child, forever marking his voice with harshness. To speak truthfully, everything about Darian's appearance was ominous. He wore darkened armour of rope and titanium, a wooden mask to protect his face and assured each of his steps with the bottom of an oaken spear. His black hair was tightly tied behind his head, so dense the braid had stopped a blade once, insuring his survival: it had been the luckiest event of his life.

He was monstrous, and instilled fear in the mind of everything he met, be it human or not. Surely the travellers would flee if they were to see him.

Leo was afraid. He feared them more than the man he followed, and so he drew closer until his head rested against Darian's back.

"It came from the sky," he said with his strange accent.

"Yes, boy."

"Nothing good ever comes from the sky."

Darian nodded. Surely, even if they were from a different place, his parents had told him what their grandparents told them. What Darian's family told him, when he was still a child. It all came from the sky: the ashes, the pain, the light… The devil had brought the light. Lucifer burnt the Earth and the Earth grew back.

They were the spawn of a new world. A new humanity, surrounded with wild things to build their strength. Darian was strong. So strong he had frightened those who loved him. Only a boy as lonesome as he was had decided to join him, after he had been found in a trailer.

"Demônios," the boy whispered in his bizarre tongue.

"Down from Heaven, fallen angels," Darian nodded again. "Look at this one," he pointed at one of the travellers.

Leo squinted. "A woman?" he asked.

"A girl, yes."

"Why is her hair so bright?"

Darian grinned. "That's because it's clean."

"Why are you smiling?"

"Clean people are easy prey." The man stepped back slowly and went downhill, with a piece of scrap metal still in hand.

"Are you going to kill them?"

Darian shook his head. "No, boy, they are too numerous."

"You're strong."

"Not that strong."

"So… This will become their place, now? What about the hunt?"

"We'll watch for now, and live on dried meat and easy pickings… You do like glow-fruits, don't you?"

Leo acquiesced frantically with a huge smile on his dirty face.

"I found a good place, last night. I'll be sure to show you. Regarding them, they hardly seem cohesive. The Others will kill them as small groups start to detach from the herd."