Fun fact. The actors playing Bellamy and Roan are friends in real life.

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~ This is the beginning of anything you want. ~

Vivian was ecstatic. Things were looking good. Kane was planning an alliance with the grounders, he and Abby no longer fighting like they were on different sides. Chloe and her advanced in their training, finally learning to shot. They were given small hand guns to protect themselves and no one bothered to stop her when she would leave camp. She even managed to convince her friend to join her in the forest on one occasion, though the blonde hadn't been so impressed by nature and 'all that mud', as Chloe put it.

She was yet to see the evasive grounder. But they were playing a fun game of exchange: she would leave something in the old, abandoned building and upon her return she would find something of his in its place. She cherished every single item, all neatly placed in a box behind her bed. He mostly left strange things like knifes and other sharp objects, but other times she would find curious looking fangs or that one peculiar looking plant that fueled her desire to explore the ground.

Roan on the other hand was annoyed about the innocent game. He found himself seeing some colorful flower and thinking the sky girl might like it. He wanted it to end, but he would eventually go to see what useless trinket she left for him, setting a broken arrowhead he had no need of anymore in its stead. The cave he called his own was starting to fill with stupid things like that broken mirror or little metal parts he had no idea what to do with. She did leave good things too, like backpacks or small containers he could store food in.

Sometimes he would wait around for her. When she didn't show up he would swear under his breath that he wouldn't come back, always to break that promise he made to himself. When she would come, signaling her presence from miles away, he would marvel at the joy in her voice as she discovered the item he left behind. She would sit there for hours, waiting, every passing second washing the smile off her pale, naive face.

What was her game?

What was she after? Information? A man on the inside? She was in for a surprised. He was of no use to the sky people. He was a rouge warrior, a banished prince. He couldn't, and wouldn't for that matter, help her people. But something in the way the girl would sigh and frown when she set back to her camp made him doubt she had vile, hidden reasons. Maybe she was just looking for knowledge about the ground; her people seemed to be most ignorant about poisons and deadly creatures. He had saved her once, and now she thought he was willing to be her guide or something. He would not fall so low! And yet, with nothing else so occupy his time, there he was again, stalking after her trough the woods.

Vivian was starting to doubt she was swapping things with the particular grounder she had in mind. The only clue she had that it was indeed him was the first red root, one of the four she had brought him. But it could have been a coincidence. Some other person roaming the woods could have seen the water bottle she left and thought it funny to leave something in exchange. Maybe it was a grounder thing, something on the same principle as 'blood must have blood'. Maybe they had to give every time they took. She doubted it was an actual thing, but it was a fun concept to entertain. And she was bored out her mind, sitting by the ruins waiting for him.

She pondered on spending the night, but she was just not that brave. The woods looked friendly bathed in sunlight. In the pitch-black night? Not so much. At least during the day she could see where she was running - as in not face first in a tree. She also thought of leaving one of those little stations the guards talked though, but she doubted she could get her hands on two. Besides, she didn't want the whole camp to find out about him.

Eventually she had to leave, as the sun was starting to set. The creeping darkness made her think of a flashlight as the next little 'present' she would drop off for him, whoever 'him' would turn out to be. Vivian was lost in her thoughts when she heard rustling, like something had fallen with a small thud over leaf-covered ground. She turned and scanned the foliage, eyes wide with fright, but saw nothing. Should she call out? Go see what had made the noise? No, just run to camp! She bit her lip, a sad attempt to calm her nerves, and dashed back to camp without a second glance.

Roan sighed and lowered his bow. She was just slow-witted! No surviving skills whatsoever! If he hadn't shot the panther she'd be dead. And why stop and stare behind? What had she thought she could have accomplished if the threat had been still there? Plead with her eyes, hoping the wild animal would have mercy? She deserved to be food, she was asking for it! In his anger he almost released a second arrow straight between those big, haunting eyes of hers. But she bolted before he got the chance to decide if he wanted to either let the arrow fly or slowly loosen the string. At least she didn't have the nerve to check on the source of the rustling noise.

He played the moment she turned her head in his mind. She reminded him of a doe that heard the snapping of a branch: a harmless herbivore that had no chance against the vicious predators of the ground. Roan realized the sky girl was not lucky by chance. No, she was lucky he was around. Without him, she'd be dead since the first day her feet touched the soils of Earth. If he hadn't followed her with his eyes as she left the ruins, hadn't seen the black shadow trailing her, she'd be in the belly of the animal. Just like a little doe. He wasn't sure why he was angry, but he was seeing red. He walked past the abandoned room not bothering to take the flask she left inside. He was not going to come back; he was not the guardian of the nameless sky girl.

The following day Vivian was determined to see the mystery person that was taking her stuff and leaving something else behind. She pulled on a leather jacket and packed a hoodie in case she had to spend the night. Several flashlights in the bag and the small gun strapped in the helm of her pants, she made her way out. Chloe was reluctant, but agreed to cover for her in case anyone noticed her absence for such a long time.

She was first sad, when she saw the flask she left the previous day still there. But then she thought she hadn't missed the person playing the game and was instantly overjoyed. He was bound to come at some point; he did every other day. She sat there, at the entrance of the falling wall, and waited. And waited. And waited some more. She thought about leaving and coming another day, maybe not so early in the morning. She ate the sandwich Chloe packed her and wandered around a bit, not too far, so she was still able to see if anyone snuck inside the building. At some point she was drifting to sleep. Her eyes were heavy, harder and harder to keep open and it wasn't even dark outside. A terrible rumble made her jump to her feet. White light shone above the trees' crowns. She smiled from ear to ear.

It was raining!

Heavy drops of water poured between the leaves and bathed the ground. Vivian stepped outside and was almost instantly wet to the skin. She loved it! Spinning and jumping around in the forming puddles, she felt invigorated. She peeled the jacket off of her and laid on top of it, letting the rain wash over her. She closed her eyes and felt like she was one with nature, just another plant nourished by the heavenly water.

When Roan found her, he thought she was dead.

He watched her from afar, her body plastered on the ground. She wasn't moving. A chill ran down his bones, a wave of guilt; he hadn't showed up when she came and something finally got her. If not for the rain, he wouldn't have even passed that way. He was heading to the building for shelter, not to pick the flask he knew was there. He hadn't watched over her one time, and she got herself killed. Maybe it was for the best. Their little game would finally end.

He approached her, wondering if he should bury the body, take it closer to the camp so her people would find her or just leave it there. He frowned at the stupid smile on her face and noted her chest was moving ever so slightly up and down. Damn sky girl was alive! He resisted the urge to place his foot over her exposed neck and studied her closer instead. Was she ill? Her black clothes clung to her skin, pale hands outstretched on the cold ground. Her damp hair was stuck in weird patterns on her face and neck. She took a long breath, almost startling him, as if she was inhaling the damn rain. What was she doing down there? Did she wish to catch a cold? He poked at her arm, annoyed by her foolishness.

Vivian opened her eyes and blinked the rain out. When she saw the dark figure looming over her she pushed herself away, stumbling to her feet. She was terrified for exactly thirty seconds, until she saw his face between the dense curtain of rain. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him; she supposed he wouldn't quite appreciate the gesture.

"It's you! You're all right!" She approached him without fear, despite the little voice in her head that yelled 'danger'. She peered at his face, noting the frown. But what caught her eyes even more was the dirt. It was missing probably washed away by the pouring drops of water. She opened her mouth to speak, ask him if he was indeed fine, but stopped when he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her towards the building. "Hey, stop it! It hurts!"

"What were you doing out there?" His voice was just as she remembered, husky and deep and a bit angry.

"I've never seen rain before. Isn't it amazing?"

Roan was surprised. Hadn't it rained since she got there? Not even once? Didn't it rain where she came from? And what so spectacular about falling water? The way her eyes shone as she looked outside was so genuine. She regarded something as common as rain as some priceless treasure, as a wonder she could only see. It made him turn his gaze from her to the forest.

It was raining. He saw nothing miraculous in it, but perhaps for the fact that without it, nothing would grow. He ventured in the desert when he was young and knew how harsh it would be without water. He was grateful for it, but it still annoyed him. It got him wet, cold and dampened his senses. Anyone could sneak up on anyone when thunder rumbled and drops hit every leaf like sticks on drums.

Vivian enjoyed the sound of falling rain; he could listen to it for hours on end. But she wanted to find out more about the grounder. He had let go of her arm when he pushed her inside and was now standing beside her, looking outside. She stole glances of him from the corner of her eye and wondered how to start a conversation.

"What's your name?" It came out the blue, but she really wanted to stop referring to him as 'the grounder'. He fixed his gaze on her, eyes instantly narrowing. Her first instinct was to take a step back, put some space between them, but she stood her ground. It was not like she could outrun him if he set his mind to come at her. "My name's Vivian. People-"

"What kind of name is 'Vivian'?"

"-call me Vi…" Well, that was rude. She wanted to defend her name, but words didn't form. She opened and closed her mouth a few time before recognizing defeat. Her cheeks were burning despite the cool air and wet clothes.

Roan watched her in silence. Vivian. It sounded foreign, but the girl did fall from the sky, so what did he knew? If she was offended by his unflattering question, she didn't lash out. Instead, her head fell, eyes pined on a spot on the ground. She was playing with her hands, massaging and pulling on her long fingers. He made her uncomfortable, that much was clear.

It was kind of nice to see the struggle behind her eyes. She inhaled sharply, probably trying to make up her mind on something else to say. He watch her shift her weight from one leg to the other and brush her hair out of her face. His lips curved in a small smirk, thinking of other ways to make her squirm and blush. He wanted to close the distance between them, if only to see if she would back away. But he noticed the red mark on her upper arm and realized he had caused it. Damn sky girl was so fragile!

"Are you going to tell me or not?" She wasn't looking at him, her face turned towards the opposite wall. He looked at her for a moment, wondering why she wanted to know so badly. Banished or not, he was still the heir of the Ice Nation, still his mother's son; some people thought to use him as leverage with the queen even in his current predicament. The little sky girl did not need to know his name. But as the rain stopped and he stepped to leave, he did the mistake to look back. Sad, pleading eyes stared back into his and the wild animal inside of him faltered.

"Roan."

First of all, thank you all for your lovely reviews! You're really making me consider making the story longer [ if only a by a few chapters:P ] I'll see how much time I have.

Second, this was a bit all over the place, but I'm happy with the way it ended.

Anyways, next chapter is gonna be a little darker [ it's probably gonna end up cute *cringe* hope not... ]

*Hugs & Kisses*