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0 | Prologue

PAIRING: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x OC

WARNINGS: blood, violance, angst, hurt, paranoia, hinting at death, anxiety, panic attack, threatening, persecution

WORD COUNT: 1K

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Running, a term awfully familiar to the fleeing shadow. She knew this could mean her end and she was on her own.

No one helping. No one to cling to in her last moments. No one that would mourn over the person running in the dark.

Bare feet were hurting as the ginger-haired woman ran through the deep gloomy forest, her eyes constantly searching left to right, desperately trying to find a way to escape the unavoidable. Leaves scrunched beneath her, and the raw feeling of the snowy earth send shivers down her spine.

Regrettably, caring about such insignificant things were the least of her worries as the sound of clapping horse hooves was getting louder and louder.

The young woman knew looking back towards her followers would seal her fate, not only for her but so many others.

Escaping them seemed to be impossible, every turn she took only bought them closer. An indescribable pain ran through her left thigh, but she could not stop now, she was so close. Only a little bit further and she would have escaped them.

Dark red liquid poured down into the pure snow and her footprints, leaving a trail as she kept on limping towards her freedom.

Without warning her feet buckled under her weight. The sole thing the woman could feel, as she tumbled down the hard forest ground, were the branches pulling at her hair, scratching her and the small bork pieces that kept sinking into her tender flesh.

The ginger-haired woman’s kind eyes felt heavy, the blood loss and constant running finally taking its toll.

But the only thing her mind wandered to were dark obsidian eyes lovingly staring down at her and warm embraces that used to make all of her fears disappear.

As she laid there helpless the three men kept closing in on her, merciless looking under every nook and cranny. Bringing up her last bit of strength, scarred terribly shaking hands grasped the earth beneath her in a last attempt to escape. The woman’s vision was hazy. Barley making out her surroundings she kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Now listening to the small sounds of sturdy boots getting louder, she slowly crawled towards her last hope of surviving: an old tree trunk. Letting herself rest against it, hidden from their sight, her breath came out short and hasty. The woman’s chest clenched as her heart put up the courage to finally take a look at her visible wound. A bullet was burning itself inside her leg from deep within. The unbearable pain that she felt as her nails plugged inside the open bleeding flesh made her want to scream in agony.

It was hard motivating her body to not give up on her as her vision faded over and over again. The young woman knew her body would not endure the pain much longer, but she had to; she could not abandon him, not after all these years. Gradually pulling the bullet out of her body, concentrating on not making a sound, made her careless as she failed to notice her pursuers inching closer to her hideout.

Now that the bullet was finally gone, blood gushed out in long thick streams. Her relieve was short lived as she committed the most mindless mistake of her entire life: she called for him, wishing for a miracle.

 A distance away, a deep scratchy voice called out for his companions, having finally determined her location. Ragged breaths increased as she slapped her hand over her own mouth and shut her eyes out of fear. Silently she prayed that her savior would rescue her once again, even though she knew her prayers would remain unanswered.

Her time was running out, and she was torturously aware of that. A painful sting ran through her scalp as she was harshly jerked upwards. The young woman's body was too exhausted to fight back as the man kept her captivated. Two silhouettes stepped forward, smiling as they imagined the fear reflecting in her radiant light blue eyes that resembled the sky and silk sash of the royal bloodline.

She could barely make out the look of the two silhouettes as her vision failed her once again. That moment she knew, her life was not hers anymore, it laid within the hands of her adored saints.

 As they came towards her slight frame the snow seemed to melt after every step they took. An ironic warmth wrapped itself around the red heads body and blinded her fear, transforming it into a gentle feeling of acceptance.

Not long after, they stopped. Mockingly looking down at the traitorous human right before them.

Both fit perfectly into the scenery, covered in mud, leaves and every dirt that laid underneath the snow. It was well deserved, she thought; at least she made them struggle. The person who stood before her possessed similar hands to the ones captivating her. He was immensely large and bulky in comparison to the other man beside him, who stuck out like a sore thumb. Brilliant colors were the other persons way of presenting his noble heritage. She could not manage to make out every detail of his checkered west or his expensive sash that clearly showed his superior status, but she would always remember his eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes that glimmered like he just received the most extraordinary gift he had ever been gifted.

Hot salty tears stung as they ran down her once smooth face while she kept on thinking about all the horrid things they could do to her, and it only got worse the longer she thought about them.

His delighted grin grew as her fear finally rose above the surface; happy the handsome man could grasp her trembling beneath his eyes.

Eagerly he took three large confident steps towards her cowering frame, now crouching down to her height. Gently he grabbed her chubby chin between his elegant fingers and twisted her head upwards, facing his own. Tilting his youthful face towards the shell of her ear, he whispered in a pleasant voice glazed with honey but poisoned with amusement and a hollow soul.

„Got you little dove“

Written in 2021. Do not copy, translate or reposte without my permission

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the prologue, even though it propably could have been longer. I again apologize for all my spelling and grammer mistakes, as you know English is not my natice language, but I tried to erase as many mistakes as possible.

If you find any mistakes, please make sure to inform me of them!

On 19th September the first part of the story is going to be published! It’s only going to be the prologue, but I’m so exited!

“Are you thinking of killing me, Zoya?” 

“Yes.”

“Your king wouldn’t be pleased.”

“I’m not going to do it,” she lied. “I just enjoy thinking about it. It’s soothing, like humming myself a little melody. Besides, death is too good for you.”

“Is it?” He sounded almost curious. “What would make my atonement complete? An eternity of torture?”

“It would be a start. Though letting you live a long life without your power isn’t a bad beginning either.”

How is it that the protagonists are allowed to be cruel, vengeful, vicious, violent and aggressive, even without provocation, but when Aleksander does it he’s the great evil? It’s not like he’s the only one within the group to kill an innocent, to hurt someone in the group (Zoya earlier reminds herself she was the worst to Genya when Safin needed comfort and help) and his motivations in the actions he took were hardly selfish ones (unlike those of many protagonists we have). If Zoya can say all this (the quote) why was it wrong of Sasha to hurt Genya for her betrayal? It’s a double-edged sword.

Foreword

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Hello everybody out there, I am so happy, that YOU found my story!

Unfortunately I am not that great with writing forewords, mostly because I believe the majority of you won't even read through this small paragraph. Nevertheless I still want to write one, since I want to mention a few things beforehand that are necessary in consideration of this story.

If your not interested to read this, then just skip this chapter, but do not say I didn't warn you!

As you might have already read on my cover, this story is a fanfiction about the „Shadow and Bone- Series" from Leigh Bardugo. But this story purely revolves around the book-series and not the tv-series. Personally I have watched the tv-series, but I have read the books first and want to make this as accurate as possible. So if you were hoping to see Kaz Brekker or any other six of crows character I am sorry to disappoint you. Luckily I have decided to write a fanfiction about the six of crows series as well, which will come out soon enough!

After the first book I immediately fell in love with the darkling and (since I am kind of a fangirl myself) I looked up for stories for this amazing (morally grey) character. Instantly I noticed that even though he seems to be a favourite, there still weren't a lot of stories about him. That's why I decided why not write my own series with a love story for one of my favourite characters!

Now to the important stuff: English is not my native language, which means I haven't read the books in english either. Moreover with English not being my native language there are bound to be grammar, spelling and orthography mistakes. I try not to make as many and I promise I control my texts beforehand, but there can always be typos, they happen to everyone and apparently they just seem to love me very much. If you happen to notice some, please inform me of them so I can correct them, but please do so in a friendly polite way. Another thing with me not having read the English version, there might be some dialogs which will sound different than in the books, since I will be translating them from German to English. Please forgive me for that!

Since I am still young (17) and I still go to school, I am going to be pretty busy throughout the year. That is why I want to inform you beforehand,that I will probably update irregular and depending on how much time I have, it could take a long while till my next update for this story.

If you want you will also be able to find this story on wattpad under graceful_bumblebee (in a few days I will update the same post I uploaded here).

I only own my protagonist and I hope you can give her a chance!

Now I have talked far enough! Enjoy the story which will begin in the next few chapters.

Just out of interest, the ones who read all my blabbering could write a „🩸" in the comments.

Have fun reading!

Omg! They're here!

I've been so exited to finish my collection! And now I even have the collector's edition!

God, I'm so in love with this concept.😂❤️

another headcanon that barged into my mind;

Darkling at Ivan & Fedyor’s wedding. Sasha walking them down the isle (or whatever they would have). Them asking Sasha for a blessing. Aleks helping them find the perfect rings.