This story is based on my D&D characters. Tris is my character and Eric is my friend's character. This is the story of how they met and if there was a soon to be romantic/sexual relationship between them xD

This is AU completely so

Rated M: strong language/future sexual content

Characters may be ooc at times/during certain situations for plot

I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations Nor do I own Dungeons and Dragons or any related content

This will have 2 (three max) parts

First part in all italics is a dream/flashback scene. (not to be confused with thoughts. Scenes in all italics, including narrative, are dream/flashback scenes)

Enjoy :)

Tris whipped through the woods, her dirty-blonde hair in wild, messy waves as her feet danced around the trees. Her lips tugged up at the ends as she sprinted around, the tree-limbs swaying in time with her feet. A giggle fell from her lips as the wolf pups chased her about, their golden eyes gleaming and gray fur soft to the touch. "Catch me if you can!" she called to them, their soft howls cascading down her ear canal.

Tris peered over her shoulder, the two silver pups trotting along after her. She twisted her head back forward just in time for a gasp to escape her lips, her feet not fast enough to stop before the clear water met her skin. She let out a shuddering breath as she broke the surface, the cold water seeping down into her bones. Shaking her head, she crept out of the lake, her body trembling.

With a small sigh, she sat down on the sandy-earth, her wolf friends nudging up beside her. She smiled as she stroked their soft fur. There was a soft squeak by her right ear and she turned around quickly, her eyes narrowing as a small green light flittered about. Tris tilted her head to the side as she reached her hand out. The green light twitched about her fingers, just out of reach. Tris looked closer, the light fading to reveal a small sprite—her smile wide and eyes bright. Her lips pulled down in a small frown when the little sprite zipped back. "Wait," Tris called as she stood up, wiping the sand from her clothes. "Don't go!"

She ignored the soft whining of her furry companions and trudged on through the trees, her eyes locked on the little green creature that danced ahead of her. More lights came, blues and pinks zipping by Tris' head. But she focused on the green sprite.

The trees opened up and she stepped onto a familiar path, the rocks smooth and dark. The cave came into view, shadows spilling out into the dim light outside. The green sprite flickered in front of the mouth of the cave, waiting. Tris took a step forward, her eyes glancing back to the woods. Her wolf companions were whining softly, their little bodies pacing back and forth. But they wouldn't come closer. Two older wolves stood at the edge of the forest, their golden eyes locked on Tris—grimly so.

Her limbs felt too heavy, lead filling her veins as she walked closer to the cave. Something's wrong, her mind whispered. She stood at the mouth of the cave, the coldness of it melting through her skin. She shivered as she cast another look to the woods, the wolves watching her closely as the sprites illuminated the trees. Tris faced front, her leg stepping forward when she felt a strange warmth on her shoulder. She glanced down, the green sprite placing her palms on her skin.

"Strength will come to you for what you are to see," the sprite whispered, her voice light and sharp. "Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again."

Tris nodded as the sprite flew off. "Blessed be," she whispered before stepping into the cave. Tris' eyes immediately adjusted to the dark, the walls glistening as shadows swayed before her. "Mom? Dad?" she called, her voice carrying down the dark cavern. She walked on in silence, her footfalls making no sound. The hall opened up to a small opening and Tris felt her world shift sideways.

"Run!" her mother called, her dark curls plastered to her forehead as she struggled with her captor.

Tris didn't run.

Her feet were stuck in place as she watched their dark arms hold her parents captive, their red eyes glowering at her. She sucked in a deep breath, their sharp teeth and purple gums gleaming in the dark cave—their silver hair cascading down their sharp features.

"Run! And don't look back!" her father grunted as he slammed the drow that was on his back into the wall.

A third set of red eyes locked on her and Tris shook her head. She turned on her heel, her legs carrying her to the mouth of the cave. She heard the hissing and spit-growls behind her—then a scream. She peered over her shoulder, not sure if the scream was coming from her or not, as she watched the scene unfold before her.

She wanted to run back as the drow slashed the dagger across her mother's throat. Tears prickled behind her eyes as her father slumped to the floor, blood painting his skin. No! her mind hissed, their glowing red eyes burning through her as she stumbled out of the cave.

The wind was soft on her skin as she felt the wolves wrap around her, their warm bodies keeping her upright. Her eyes were locked on the cave as it blurred in and out, a scream bubbling up her throat as everything blacked out.

Tris lurched forward, her heart drumming up her throat as she steadied her breathing. It's just a nightmare, her mind whispered. She ran a hand through her hair as she stood up, her back cracking as she stretched. She leaned back on the large tree, drawing energy from the earth. She cast a look to the sky, the sun beginning to paint the blue in golds and pinks through the canopy. With a sigh, she slipped on her boots and grabbed her pack. She made sure her dagger and scimitar were fastened to her belt and holster, her fingers running over the feather-tipped arrows in her quiver. Her fingers ran along the elegant wood of her short-bow, the etchings that were burned into the wood smooth and warm. Clear your mind, Tris, her mind urged.

She began moving forward, popping a few blueberries in her mouth as she scanned the earth. Her lips tugged down at the corners when a broken tree came into view, its bark burned and rotted. She bent down, her palm pressing against the tree. She felt her heart lurch, the tree's pain seeping into her bones. She closed her eyes, a silent spell on her lips as she felt a bright energy flow through her veins.

The hot energy collected in her palm until she released it, a white light sparking to life as it glittered over the dying tree. Her lips twitched up at the ends as she watched the bark heal, the rotted parts fading away as new life breathed into the plant.

"There," she whispered before she jolted upright, a soft bellow calling from past the trees. Tris' eyes narrowed as she took off running, memories of gray fur running along side her slipping to the forefront of her mind. Not now, she hissed as she whipped through the trees. She stalked past a bush and took in the small clearing around her. She felt anger sizzle beneath her skin as her eyes fell to the doe before her, its dark eyes locked on her. Tris looked behind the doe, tall, thick bushes swaying in the light breeze. Tris narrowed her eyes once more, goosebumps prickling on her skin. She pushed all other thoughts aside when the deer cried out again.

Tris stalked closer, a gasp on her tongue when she noticed the red painting its light-brown fur—an arrow sticking out of its right flank. She slipped off her pack and knelt by the animal, her veins hot with anger. Tris gritted her teeth as she reached for the animal, her palms out in a soothing nature before a hissing grunt escaped her lips. Hot pain burned the tip of her ear as Tris' fingertips grazed it, her fingertips tainted red. She glanced back, the arrow that struck her had snapped on the tree behind her. Turning around, she reached for the doe again, her movements slower than before.

"Stay back, Elven scum!" a voice yelled, deep and cold. A shiver pulsed up Tris' spine but she pressed on, her fingertips smoothing over the soft, tawny fur. She heard a rustle by the bushes before her eyes glanced up. There he was, a hunter donning a deep, black cloak. His face was cast in shadows but Tris could make out his sharp features—his eyes a silvery-blue color, cold like ice. "Are you deaf or stupid?"

He readied another arrow and pointed it at her but Tris continued to stroke the deer. "Do what you wish, Hunter. I will care for this injured creature."

She heard him scoff. "Fucking druids," he whispered hotly. "Look, as much as I'd like to kill you—and I really would—I have bigger game to catch. Today's your lucky day, Elf. Go now and I'll forget I ever saw the likes of you."

Tris ignored him as she pressed her fingertips to the wound, the deer whining and bleating as she removed the arrow. Tris threw the arrow away, tossing it much farther than she had to. Drawing the same energy as before, Tris closed her eyes and pressed her palm over the wound. She heard a small gasp sound from the hunter and she peered up at him, his eyes locked on her hand. She glanced down and watched the white light encase the deer, the wound slowly closing. She set the doe down, her breathing slow and even, before getting up. She cast him a dark look and his lips twitched up in a wicked smirk. "Do you find it satisfying to hurt innocent creatures?"

He rolled his eyes, his arrow pointed at her still. "You know, you're good bait material as much as your little friend there." Tris held her ground as his fingers pulled the arrow back. "Today is my fucking lucky day. I get to kill that fucking bear and an elf. My, have the Gods smiled upon me." He let the arrow slip but Tris was prepared this time. She lunged for him, her veins slowly igniting as her limbs tangled with his.

A short grunt fell from her lips as her hands gripped the hilt of her scimitar, the curved blade pressing against his thigh. She gave him a wry smirk as her chin jutted forward, his dagger against her throat. "Kill me, Hunter, and in the process, I'll cut off something I'm sure is very dear to you." She watched his jaw clench as his hood slipped off of his head—his blond hair styled in a faux-hawk.

Tris inhaled sharply when he pressed against her, his warmth invading her veins. "You play dirty, Elf," he whispered, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. "I like that."

Tris glowered at him as she twisted around, hot pain jolting through her limbs as he embraced her from behind. Her scimitar fell from her hand as her wrist twisted, a hiss on her lips as his arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand kept the dagger at her throat, his chest pressed against her back. "For a Hunter who hates elves so much, you sure are getting friendly," she spat. Heat crawled up her neck as his laugh vibrated on her skin. She shivered, his hot breath pelting her neck, his lips tickling her ear as he spoke.

"You're a fiesty one, huh?" He let out a deep grunt when she bucked backwards, his grip loosening. "You're not making this fucking easy."

She scoffed as she swept her leg back, the two locked in a heated battle of flailing limbs and dark glares. Tris opened her mouth to speak when her eyes cuaght movement from over his shoulder. There was a blur of brown barreling towards them, white teeth gnashing and dark eyes locked on them. Tris glanced to the deer, the small doe resting safely out of the way. Tris was still struggling with the hunter, his dagger pressing into her skin. She snorted before she wrapped her legs around his. She watched his eyes widen, his eyebrows quirked, before a grunt fell from his lips. Tris used her momentum to push them to the ground, her body on top of his as the giant bear lunged over them.

Tris had pressed her body to his, her arms pinned on either side of him. She watched the bear skid on the dirt before turning around and facing them, its jaws snapping and a deep growl sounding from it. Tris inhaled sharply when she felt his hands grip her hips, fingertips oddly soft against the skin that was showing where her shirt had lifted. She glowered at him, heat coloring her cheeks. "What are you doing?" she asked.

He grinned at her. "As flattering as this is, Elf, I'm not interested." He cast a look to the growling bear, his smirk widening. "Took you long enough, Fuzz-bucket. Better late than never, I suppose." Tris yelped softly as he pushed her off of him. He glanced in front of him for a moment, his fingers skimming his dagger before he looked back at Tris. She narrowed her eyes at him, a gasp on her tongue as he hovered over her. She could smell him all around her, all earth and musk, as his breaths tickled her skin.

"What are you—" she began before she glanced over his shoulder, the bear snarling before taking off. She inhaled sharply as his face pressed into the crook of her neck, tingles shooting down to her toes as his warmth invaded her skin. She swallowed hard, the slight stubble on his chin grazing her—her core tightening. "We have pressing matters at hand!" she spat through gritted teeth, trying to bring her anger back to a simmering boil.

He pulled back, his slate-blue orbs locking on her as his lips pulled up into a brilliant smirk. "Calm down, Elf. I was just getting my weapons." She glowered at him as he pulled out his long-bow, the wood beautiful and black—gleaming in the sunlight. He pulled an arrow from his quiver, the feather-tip a light brown with a black border. Owlbear feathers? Tris bit her lip as she watched him ready the arrow. He winked at her before twisting around, loosing an arrow as the giant bear leapt for them.

It let out a deep growl as the arrow slashed through its shoulder. It shook it off, its fur shaking wildly. Tris watched the hunter get up and ready another arrow. "Wait!" she called, but it was too late. He let the arrow slip, a curse on his tongue as it zipped past the bear. He glared at her for a moment before a grunt fell from his lips. The bear had him pinned, its giant paws slashing at him. He twisted under the bear, his head pressing into the soft, grassy dirt as it snapped his jaws at him. Tris shook her head as she stood up, her heart drumming up her throat. She watched the hunter squirm away, a gasp on his tongue as the bear swiped at him. Its paw hit his head, the hunter's body slumping to the ground. Tris huffed as she stepped in front of the fallen hunter, her palms outstretched towards the bear. The bear shook its head, its jaws snapping here and there as it paced in front of her. She stalked forward, her palms igniting in a bright, white light. The bear growled softly as she placed her palm on its snout, her other hand stroking its matted fur. "Shh," she whispered. "It's okay." She watched the bear stalk off back through the trees. With a soft sigh, she turned back to the hunter. She knelt beside him, her fingers checking his pulse. "You're still alive," she drawled. "Amazing." She grunted as she peeled off his cloak, balling it up and placing it beneath his head. She went back to check on the doe, the wound completely healed. "Go on," she whispered. The doe tilted its head before hopping off. She grabbed her pack and fastened her scimitar back to her belt before going back to the hunter. She brushed some dirt from his hair, his face serene as he slept. Her fingertips came back painted red. Sighing, she grabbed a rag and poured some water from her canteen on it. Tris wiped up the blood from his scalp and patted his skin, a sigh escaping his lips.

Tris had time to look at him now, the sun highlighting his features. She knew he had slate-blue eyes and a wicked smirk. She worked her fingers through his hair, the sides closely shaven. His jaw was strong, black ink decorating his neck. She glanced to his arms, more tattoos twisting on his skin—a maze of sorts. There was a glint across his chest. Squinting, Tris reached down and pulled up a silver chain—a pendant gleaming in the light. She tilted her head, taking in the blue eye and the red flames that surrounded it. She was twisting it in her fingers when a gasp escaped her lips, a hand around her wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice gruff and eyes narrowed.

She blinked at him before snatching her hand back. "Saving your pathetic life, human."

"Strong words coming from an elf who I could snap like a twig. Why were you reaching for my necklace?"

"I wasn't—it just caught my—what were you doing hunting bears anyway? They're innocent creatures," she huffed. "Not like you could handle it, anyway."

"Since you're so curious, I was hunting that bear because it killed my pet rabbit Jamesy," he said mockingly. "Also, I could've handled it if some pale elven scum didn't ruin my bait."

She clenched her fists by her sides, heat crawling up her neck. "Tell me about the necklace."

He quirked his brow at her before pulling the pendant out, the sun highlighting the reds and blues. "This?" He twirled it about before clutching it in his palm, his jaw rigid. "It's a reminder of what your people did to me."

"I have no affiliation with my people," she whispered—their eyes locked together before she averted her gaze. "What's your name?"

"That's not important," he said as he tried to stand, faltering in the attempt. "What is important, however, is that you get me to my cabin. That grizzly is a teddy bear compared to some of the things in these woods and I don't want to be the bait."

She narrowed her eyes. "You want me to take you back to your cabin without knowing your name?"

"Yes, unless you have a better place to go? Normally I'd be more than willing to leave you here to die, but unfortunately—I can't move," he said sarcastically. "If you must know, the name's Eric."

Tris chewed on her inner cheek as she stared at him. "Eric." She nodded softly. "And what's in it for me if I take you back home?"

He arched both brows at that. "I thought elves were supposed to be selfless?"

She snorted. "I have no—"

"Affiliation with your people. I got it." She glowered at him as he looked to her thoughtfully, the sun igniting the silver in his eyes. "Not killing you isn't enough?"

Tris rolled her eyes as she swiped her scimitar from her belt, smirking as she pressed the curved blade to his throat. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, his stormy-gray eyes still holding his mischievous glint. "You're not exactly in a good possition right now, Eric."

Eric chuckled as he swiped the blade away from his throat nonchalantly. "I like you," he laughed before sobering up—his eyes deadly calm. "Take me home."

Tris stared at him for a long moment before sheathing her blade, her lips tugging up at the ends. "The name is Tris," she said as she helped him to his feet.

Like I said, this is getting at least one more part.

Sorry if it seems confusing if you have no idea about dnd. Drow are dark elves, they're like virtually evil elves (though some can be good) that assassinate and kill and fight and praise their evil spider goddess. There are two other types of elves, high elves (like the snobby elves in LOTR that we mainly saw) and wood elves (what my character and Tris are) which are more nomadic and wild and in tune with nature (fitting to be a druid, who is a servant to nature basically)

You'll learn more about why Tris doesn't affiliate with her elven people, but it's because of her parents' death by the hands of elves. And why Eric doesn't like elves, as well.

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