How They "Met" POVs
Garnet’s POV:
Golden eyes and a mane of untamed orange hair glowed in the surrounding darkness. She’s seen those eyes and she knows they mean her no harm, but why do they keep haunting her, calling her to her mother’s tribe?
For several months now, every time she closed her eyes, gold and orange have consumed her, the ache and pulling getting stronger and stronger the more she ignores it.
Garnet woke with a start, gold and orange singed the outside of her vision. She sighed as she stood from her make-shift bed. She glanced around quickly, noted that her mothers were still sleep and exited their tent.
Garnet closed her eyes and focused on the pull that she could still feel from her dreams. She sighed and followed it; through the darkened forest and to the wall surrounding her mother’s old tribe. Garnet could hear drums and chanting. She watched for a while before a flash of orange out the side of her vision put her on edge. It’s strange though, she doesn’t fear getting caught, its a sense of comfort actually.
Garnet shook her head before she turned and left. Just as she reached the edge of the forest, she spotted another flash of orange. “I know you’re there.” Garnet paused and allowed her senses to pinpoint their location. There, two trees away. Garnet took a deep breath and breathed out slowly, within an instance, she was straddling a girl not much older than her with orange hair, with a dagger to her throat. “Who are you?”
A pair of golden orbs opened to stare back at Garnet. Garnet froze, taken aback by the intensity and fire in the girl’s golden gaze. Seeing her opportunity, the girl bucked Garnet off of her and onto her back.
“Jasper.” From her positon above her, Jasper took in Garnet’s appearance, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why were you watching my tribe? Who are you?”
Garnet gritted her teeth. This can’t be…she can’t be the one from my dreams. Garnet smiled before she wrapped her legs around Jasper’s wide frame and flipped them back over, her hands held Jasper’s arms above her head. “Garnet.” She ran her mix-matched gaze over Jasper’s face before she huffed. Those are definitely the eyes. “You looked different in my dream.”
A bell chimed in the distance and Garnet flinched at the sound. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and in another instance, she was on the other side of the darkened forest, her mothers’ tent just visible. Garnet sighed as she stepped back into the tent. It was still dark out, she could get a few hours of sleep still.
That was three years ago.
Jasper’s POV:
Jasper never liked the celebrations the tribe held, unless they were celebrating a war victory. There hasn’t been a battle in a few decades. Jasper was only an infant when the war chief of the tribe found her. Since then, she has been trained to become the next war chief.
Jasper grimaced at the thought. Becoming war chief meant that she would have to bond with someone. Normally, by the age of 18, everyone would be bonded. Supposedly, their bodies or souls will call out for their partner. It differs from everyone. For some it’s a gentle tuck beneath their hearts, some it’s a dream, others it’s a deep feeling of comfort and sometimes it’s just physical.
Jasper sighed and closed her eyes. She hated celebrations, normally, she’d sneak off and head to the beach. That was her plan until she saw a flash of black and fuchsia. Was there someone by the wall?
Jasper froze and allowed her senses to activate. There was someone there, a sudden feeling of comfort washed over her and then Jasper heard movement. She followed the movement but stopped when she couldn’t sense anything else.
Jasper paused at the base of a tree and closed her eyes once again, hoping that her senses would pick up some sign of movement. Jasper’s ears peaked at a whooshing sound before she’s on her back straddled by a girl with mix-matched eyes who is holding a dagger to her throat.
“Who are you?” the girl asked, her voice stoic.
Though Jasper knew she was in a dangerous position, she refused to panic. She took a deep breath, flipped them and pinned the girl beneath her, her dagger displaced next to her. “Jasper.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the girl beneath her. She was absolutely gorgeous, but why did she feel like she’s met her before? “Who are you? Why were you watching my tribe?” The girl’s features were similar to her tribes, but she’s never seen her. Is she part of the tribe?
The girl wrapped her legs around Jasper’s frame and flipped them over, her small hands somehow managed to restrain Jasper’s above her head. “Garnet.” Garnet ran her eyes over Jasper’s face before she huffed, almost in disappointment. “You looked different in my dreams.” A bell chimed in the background and before Jasper knew it, Garnet was gone.
Where the hell did she go? How the hell did she do that? Who is she? Jasper growled but pushed herself off the forest floor and made her way back to the tribe. She’ll find her.
That was three years ago.