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The fierce and broken

Pairing: Raven Reyes x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood and violence

Chapter: 2.12

You stare down at the ground, trying to contemplate what to do next. Things had drastically gone from bad to worse. You started with Maya as she sobs over her father’s dead body. He’d been shot and killed by another Mount Weather guard.

A lump formed in the back of your throat as you thought about your own parents, and how your mom was killed for helping someone. You knew the pain she was in, but you also knew that nothing anyone said or did would help.

Hearing a clattering noise, you lift your head up and start to walk in the direction it’s coming from. You stop when Bellamy grabs hold of your shoulder and gives you a puzzled look.

“You hear that?” You whisper.

He nods, stepping in front of you and leading the way until you reach a door that requires a keycard to get on the other side. You share a look with the older boy, “What do we do?”

“See what's on the other side,” he says as he hands you the keycard and points his gun at the door. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to check in with Monty and Jasper. “Ready?”

When they all nod, you swipe the keycard, unlocking the door. You expect to see Bellamy firing his gun at an enemy, but instead you see Octavia leaping through the door and hugging him.

When she pulls back from her brother, she hugs you next. “I’m so glad you're okay.”

Your eyes land on Clarke and you notice how displeased she looks. “What the hell happened? Where’s Lexa? Where’s her army?”

“Gone.”

Before you can ask anything else, Maya enters the room, and you notice Octavia’s happy facial expression twisting into one of anger. “It’s alright, she’s with us.”

Maya gives you a small nod. She was truly good; you just hoped there would be some way to keep her safe as well.

“Okay,” Bellamy says, getting everyone’s attention. “We need to talk to Dante. Maya says he's in quarantine.”

As Clarke and Bellamy try to come up with a plan to save your people, Maya’s oxygen tank begins to beep. You look at how much is left in it and say, “I thought this was a new one. It says there's only half an hour left.”

“We did just change it,” Jasper confirms.

You gulp down. You’re running out of time to save your people and Maya didn’t have much left. “I think we should split up,” you say, and everyone looks at you. “That we can find Dante and get Maya another oxygen tank.”

“She’s right,” Clarke says, pausing for a moment. “Octavia, you should go with Jasper and Maya to get another oxygen tank, while me, Bellamy, and Monty go look for Dante.”

“What about you?” Bellamy asks.

“I’ll go with you guys.”

—

You tense up on the spot when you hear fast approaching footsteps. You, Bellamy, Clarke, and Monty were heading towards Dante’s office, but the mount weather guards were starting to close in on you.

Bellamy’s fingers reach for his gun, but you stop him before he pulls it out of his holster. “Don’t, it will only waste time. You guys go ahead, I’ll hold them back.”

Monty looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head, “How?”

“Uh…”, I look into one of the other hallways and notice a mop and bucket lying in the hallway. “I might not be able to stop them, but I can definitely distract them.”

Getting the guards to follow you instead of them was a suicidal move, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if innocent lives were lost and you didn’t do everything you could to help.

Clarke grips your arm, “You don’t need to do this.”

“Yes I do. Just make sure you save our people.”

Two guards turned the corner and began running towards you with their guns drawn.You held your hands up in the air, showing you were unarmed, because you had nowhere else to run and hide.

A muffled voice came through the radios on the guards' uniforms. You couldn’t make out what the voice said, but both guards put their guns down. The one closest to you pulled his electric baton out and hit you on the legs with it twice. You screamed as the pain shot through your body, as you fell to the ground.

—

You are dragged into a room that reminds you of your cell on the Ark, except with more people. Your eyes lock with Wick’s. He mouths something to you, but you don’t make it out. Everyone in the room was chained to the wall, including Abby, Jasper, Harper, and Kane.

You feel your heart break as you look down at the table in the middle of the room and see Raven strapped to the table in the middle of the room looking lifeless. “Raven?” You try to get out of the grip of the guard that’s holding you back, “Raven!”

The guard throws you roughly against the wall and chains you to it. You yell at the doctor who’s hovering over Raven, “What are you doing to her?” When he doesn’t answer you, the guard chaining you up sniggers. You collide your forehead with the guard's nose, “Let her go asshole.”

The guard stumbles back and grips his nose in pain, before grunting and punching you in the face with his free hand.

Tears burn your eyes as your vision becomes blurry in your left eye. No doubt you’d have a large bruise, but you didn’t care. Out of your good eye, you can see the blood dripping from Raven’s leg, and you let out a sob as an anger you’ve never felt before travels through your body. Raven was already in so much pain from being shot that the doctor was taking bone marrow from her that it would kill her. “You’re killing her! Stop! Let her go! Take me instead. I won’t fight you; just let her go!”

Dante’s son Cage, the man who was behind all of it, ignores you and points to Abby, “put her on it.”

Both Abby and Kane begin to protest, but it does no good, as Raven was tossed aside and Abby was strapped to the table. You lift your head and look at the camera looking over the room. This was personal. Cage was hurting Abby to get at Clarke, which meant he knew she was watching at that moment.

The room is filled with Abby’s screams as the doctor begins to drill into her leg.

—

You are not sure how many agonising moments have passed when an alarm captures the attention of Cage, the doctor and all the guards in the room. When the guards start to cough heavily, Cage takes off running out of the room.

Radiation.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Monty must have found a way to save your people by letting the outside air in.

“Alba!” Octavia rushes into the room and unchains you from the wall. The moment she does, you rush by her and kneel beside Raven, who is groaning in pain.

You brush a strand of long brown hair out of her face, “hey Reyes. Long time no see.”

“Hi,” she says weakly.

Once he’s unchained, Wick helps you get Raven to her feet. When she’s up, you help her stand as you make your way through the mass hall of Mount Weather and are horrified to see all the dead bodies laying on the ground. men, women, and children. Including Maya

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You feel a wave of relief wash over you when you finally reach Camp Jaha. You never thought you’d be glad to see it again.

“Wait, Jasper,” Raven says as she reaches into her backpack and pulls out his son's old goggles, which she hands to him. “I almost forgot.”

“My goggles, thank you.”

He looked so broken. You step forward and hug him. “I’m so sorry about Maya. She was good, and deserved so much better.”

Jasper said nothing but embraced your hug, which Raven joined.

—

“Hey.”

You remove your head from your hands and look up to see Raven limping towards you. Since you’d returned to camp, you’d been assisting Jackson in medical to the best of your ability, but you simply didn’t have enough supplies to take everyone who was tortured in mount weathers pain away.

You sigh, knowing Raven was ignoring your medical advice in order to keep you company; “You should be resting.”

Raven rolls her eyes playfully and sits down beside you. “I didn’t want you to be on your own.”

Your mind immediately goes to all the dead people in mount weather, and you wonder how many of them died alone. When you blink away the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes, Raven links her fingers with yours.

You continue to sit in a comfortable silence as you both come to terms with everything that has just happened. The knowledge that keeps you from falling apart is that no matter how bad it gets, you still have each other.

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Wanheda - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty

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Summary: Ever since Clarke walked away from camp Arkadia, Bellamy, Michelle and the others had been looking everywhere for her, but they would never find her until she was ready to be found. They started hearing about a certain Wanheda after running into a bunch of Grounders during a mapping run outside the compound and things went downhill from there.

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 1 “Wanheda - Part 1″ & episode 2 “Wanheda - Part 2″), violence, blood, grief, head trauma

Bellamy grunted and groaned as he traded punches with Lincoln. He fell to the ground and got back up, hitting the grounder in the chest. The two young men made a demonstration of combat under the eyes of the teenagers of the Ark. In the last months, they regularly practiced to fight, under the teaching of Lincoln. Months. Michelle sighed at the thought that it had been 3 months already since Clarke left Camp Jaha, now named Arkadia, and disappeared from their radar. She had no idea where her best friend had gone off to and had to wait for her to resurface and come back. Murphy was sometimes on her mind as well. She wondered if they found this utopia that was the city of light, but she doubted that. She only hoped he was alive, somewhere. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, standing a little behind the group watching Lincoln and Bellamy, she snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes drifted over his bare chest, detailing the bulging muscles of his body. She couldn't believe she would ever find Bellamy so attractive and yet a few months ago they had started to get closer. Purely physical at first, she felt her feelings for him change and get stronger, and for some reason she didn't even understand, she found herself pushing him away and distancing herself from him. She also wondered sometimes if the girlfriend he now had was to make her jealous, and let's say it did. Even if she refused to admit it.

She watched Bellamy get thrown over Lincoln shoulder and onto the ground while he held his punch back. The demonstration was over. He straightened up and turned to the group. Bellamy was still lying on the ground, catching his breath before getting on his feet.

“He had me, but he was too aggressive.” The crowd chuckled and the grounder looked at his opponent. The latter was putting on his t-shirt. “Quitting so soon?”

“Mapping run. Sector 7.”

“Harper, let’s get this over with.” She threw a bag at Lincoln, and he caught it effortlessly.

“The Council wants you to have that.”

“I’m Trikru.” He grabbed a uniform from inside the bag. It was a uniform worn by guards on the Ark.

“A uniform doesn’t change that. This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it. Too many of our friends died for it. On the Ark, the uniform meant something different. Down here, it means what we make it mean. Together.” He declared, pointing at the piece of clothing in his hand. “My sister will understand that eventually.”

“Pair up and fight. Now.” Lincoln instructed before following Bellamy to the bench. As they obeyed and began to practice on their own, Michelle fixed her gaze on Bellamy waiting for his talk with Lincoln to end so they could leave the training room. She wasn't staying to practice today, at least not yet. After the incident at Mount Weather, Abby told her to avoid physical effort for the next few months or the drill wound in her femur would never heal properly and though she was annoyed by this constraint, she couldn't go against it, and it made her team up with Bellamy less anyway since she didn't go on missions outside the camp. After a minute, Bellamy walked toward her and looked at her nodding his head towards the door as she followed him outside. They could both feel the awkwardness between them when they were together. It was palpable. But both acted like they didn't took notice of it, preferring to behave as if there was nothing between them. Bellamy probably thought that was what she wanted him to do, and it wasn't, but she felt like she couldn't tell him that. Their relationship was most definitely too weird now.

They walked in silence to a door, glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes when the other wasn't looking. Bellamy knocked and opened the door. Kane was standing in front of a sector map he had drawn on a board and motioned for them to be quiet and come forward. Abby was sleeping on a couch not far from them.

“It’s the Chancellor’s first sleep in two days.” He said quietly.

“I’ll be quick, then. We’re going into Sector 7. I think we should arm the entire unit.”

“Permission granted. But the rules of engagement still apply. Nonlethal response.”

“Copy that.” He proceeded to walk back to the door and leave when Kane called him.

“Bellamy… There hasn’t been an attack since Mount Weather. It’s three months. Our people believe that this is real peace. Try not to screw that up.”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded with a tight smile and turned around. Michelle was about to follow suit with him as she was supposed to accompany him on this mapping run this time around. Her father gently grabbed her arm.

“What? I can still go right? My leg feels fine.”

“Be careful.” She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, and jogged to catch up with Bellamy down the hallway. Hearing her footsteps behind him, he took a peek over his shoulder, slowing down his pace and walked with her to search out Monty for the mapping run. The latter was sitting at a table when they arrived.

“Monty, why aren’t you ready?” Bellamy asked.

“I am. He’s not.” He simply said, glancing behind him. Bellamy and Michelle followed his gaze and saw Jasper sprawled on the ground, passed out drunk under a table. The three of them walked towards him. “What should we do?”

“We should leave him this time.”

“He’s not getting better. Maya’s death broke him.” He continued, concerned for his best friend. Insisting that he needed this, Bellamy exhaled. They each took an arm to help her up and Michelle sighed quietly before walking after them. The two sat him down when a voice reached their ears. Michelle glanced towards where it rose from and saw Gina, Bellamy's girlfriend. She couldn’t help but cross her arms, rolling her eyes and looking away when she saw them kiss, turning her head the opposite direction. She didn’t even try to hide her annoyance in front of Monty. He was a friend she could trust, there was no point in pretending she didn’t feel anything seeing him with her. She felt that he was looking at her and avoided his gaze.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and walked away. She jumped at the chance to go further from Bellamy and Gina and accompanied him, leaving Jasper dozing off against the car.

“If you follow me then it’s not ‘nothing’, Michelle.” He grabbed a bucket and began to fill it with water. “I don’t understand what’s up with you and Bellamy.”

“Well, I don’t know… It’s just— It’s nothing.” She glanced at the car. Bellamy was busy with a bag near the vehicle, talking with Raven and Nate. He met her gaze and she looked away. Monty nodded and walked back to Jasper, taking their peers by surprise when he threw the bucket of water in his face. Michelle was kind of sad. He was a good friend but if she had Clarke to talk to it would be very different. Maybe she wouldn’t even have pushed Bellamy away in the first place and things wouldn’t be like this. She couldn’t blame Bellamy though. She showed him she liked him and when it got more serious, she stepped away without warning. He had probably been hurt by her gesture, but she couldn't do anything about it now. It was too late. She had to focus on helping them until they finally found Clarke.

“I’m sorry, was that too cold?” Jasper looked up at him through his eyebrows and started screaming as he slammed him against a wall. The sudden anger that had driven him seemed to leave and he let go of Monty. Bellamy walked up to him and gave him a bulletproof vest.

“No gun for you. Not until you’re sober.”

“Don’t want one.” Before walking away, he mimed a military salute and slightly slapped Bellamy's face, making him turn his head in reflex. Michelle watched for a few seconds, her arms hanging down at her sides before she decided to walk over to get a bulletproof vest and a gun, passing Bellamy without a glance. When he was his back to her, she looked at him getting a kiss from Gina before leaving and the two young women exchanged looks as Michelle got in the back of the rover next to Bellamy, while Raven and Jasper sat at the front.

“She’s too good for you.” Raven taunted.

“Shut up.”

“Careful. Monty might melt her.” Monty turned to Jasper, about to retort something but Bellamy stopped him.

“Raven… take us out.” She nodded and started the car. Nate closed the doors and the hangar door opened, revealing Octavia on horseback in front of the vehicle. They drove across Arkadia and followed her through the woods. Jasper had headphones on and started singing along the music he was listening to. Everyone in the car looked at him and Monty pulled the earphone out.

“No way. If you’re gonna ride shotgun, you can’t just disappear.” When Jasper went to connect his MP3 to the car system, Bellamy kept Monty from stopping him.

“It’s okay. It’s a long ride.” Quickly, Jasper began singing, joined by Raven and Nate who were enjoying the music. It was honestly not bad, but Michelle barely sketched a smile, letting her head rest against the wall, looking out the tiny, barred window on the back. She straightened up when she saw Jasper get up in the car and join them in the back to stick his head out the opening in the roof of the rover. The party was quickly over when the radar started bipping. Raven cut the music and made the car go to a halt.

“A tracking beacon from the Ark.” Monty exclaimed as he got on the passenger seat.

“Who is that?” Bellamy inquired.

“Farm Station.”

“After four months? How?” Nate wondered, glancing at Bellamy.

“We’ll find out. Where are they?” The car doors opened on Octavia, asking if she had missed the party.

“Sector 8.” Monty added.

“That’s Ice Nation.” Michelle said, frowning.

“What about it”?

“The protocole says we go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.” Raven explained.

“Screw protocole. The Chancellor’s not from Farm Station. Monty is. So is Miller’s boyfriend. It’s your call.” Bellamy looked at Monty and Miller, leaving them the choice of action on this one and Monty almost immidietaly agreed to it. Octavia closed the door and they left for the Ice Nation territory. Michelle knew this wasn’t a good idea and it would at some point go sideways, not that she felt bad for going against the orders they had been given but she was thinking about how her father told her to be careful and she was not doing that at all. Even though her leg was healing, she had been warned by Abby to go easy on it or the drill wounds into her bones would always and forever weaken the strength in her limb. The scar on her hand was still barely healed as well, prominent, and pinkish across her palm. She would never fully recover her mobility and strength in her hand as nerves had been severed but the upside to that was that she no longer felt anything in the palm of her hand, neither pain nor hot nor cold.

When the car stopped again, they all quickly got out. Michelle and Bellamy looked around the forest that stretched before them. The sun was hidden by the clouds as the day progressed and they were bathed in a dull whitish light.

“These woods must be the border.”

“So wher’s all the ice?” Jasper asked, walking nonchalantly.

“Much further north.” Octavia stepped next to her brother. “Azgeda stretches for 1,000 miles.”

“Good thing we only have to go 200 meters.” Monty was leaning over the GPS in his hands, not looking ahead of him. Bellamy stopped him in his tracks, reminding him of the rules. They couldn’t engage with lethal forces if they crossed path with people from the Ice Nation. Knowing these people weren’t the most peaceful, it was really a rule setting them up for danger.

“Tight formation on my command. Raven, you stay in the rover.”

“We need every gun we’ve got.” Octavia then declared. As Monty watched the progression of the beam on the radar, telling them how much closer the people were getting, Michelle stared in front of her, holding her gun secured in her grip. Her scarred hand supported the barrel of the weapon. None of them moved a finger. Bellamy held his gun up, getting ready to fire, just in case.

“They’re our people. What are you—”

“We hope they’re our people.” On Bellamy’s command, they all aimed as they saw a bunch of horses coming towards them.

“Ice Nation?”

“Yes. White war paint.” She confirmed her brother’s question. There were three of them, on horses as white as the paint on their faces. Bellamy and the others lowered their guns. Octavia quietly advised them to stay calm and she raised her hands in peace as she approached the riders. They began to speak in trigedasleng. “They think we’re looking for Wanheda.”

“Who’s that?” Bellamy spoke for all of them when he asked this. Michelle frowned in confusion, wondering who it was and why it was even brought up. It must have a signification in their language, but they didn’t have the translation needed to understand. Even Octavia had no idea who that was. An Azgeda rider took a step towards her. Monty noticed a red light hanging from his bag. That was the beacon they had noticed on the radar. Out of the blue, Jasper walked up to them, ignoring Bellamy telling him to come back. He decided to act on his own at the worst time he could have chosen.

“Tell them we observe the Commander’s truce. Do it now.” Octavia hurried to do as her brother asked and she spoke in their language again, with a sense of urgency in her voice. They had to avoid losing control of the situation. Jasper straight up snatched the beacon, and the rider got a hold of him, holding a blade up to his neck. Michelle didn’t understand what he said after, but she made out the word wanheda again. Whoever that was, they were eager to find them. The two other riders bent their bows. Octavia seemingly tried to talk to them, but Jasper ruined any possible effort they could make and smiled as if he found the whole thing so funny. They never should have brought him on this run with them. He was too affected and messd up by what happened at Mount Weather and that had made him too reckless. His behavior was going to put them all at risk and of course things went downhill with the arrogant smile that grew on his face. The rider pressed the blade of his knife against the side of his throat, drawing blood and a shot was fired by each one of them until Bellamy ordered them to hold their fire, which they did but the two riders had fallen heavily from their mounts.

“Jasper, get down.” He kneeled and Octavia threw her machete at the last Azgedan standing, stabbing him neatly in the chest. The latter fell after stumbling. Just after the fight had ceased, they heard Kane's voice coming from the radio in the rover. It all got blew up in the first place because of Jasper. Michelle clenched her jaw, giving him a stare as she trotted around the car, her hand on the car door while Bellamy took the radio. Octavia took care of helping him up anyway. She leaned him against the vehicule while Miller got the aidkit out. As annoying as he was, he was still bleeding from his neck.

“We had to shoot three Ice Nation scouts.” There was no immediate response, so he insisted. “Culvert. Sector 4, copy. Will you tell me what’s going on?”

“When you get here. Out.”

“Sector 4? Why’s Kane so far outside the wall?” Michelle enquired, glancing at Raven standing beside her. It seemed like she was about to ask the exact same thing. He didn’t say anything and went to the others, shouting for them to get Jasper back home. They were knee-deep in a shit load of trouble because of his stupid behavior.

“Miller. Get one of their horses. Raven, since you can’t ride, you’re on the back. Monty, Michelle, you’re with me. Let’s go.” They all nodded to the instructions he gave them. While the others left on horseback, heading back to Camp Arkadia, Michelle, Monty and Bellamy climbed in the car and drove all the way to the entrance of a large tunnel. They jumped out and stayed on the look out.

“You were right about Jasper. Okay? Is that what you want me to say?”

“Quiet. Keep your eyes peeled. I could’ve said no.”

“He’s getting worse, isn’t he? I mean, getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat, that’s next level damaged.”

“Exactly.” Michelle said quietly, staring ahead of her as she saw movement in the dense bushes and trees in front of them. The tall figure of her father appeared, followed by someone. The three of them held their guns low.

“Who’s he with?”

“Indra. He must’ve told her we broke the truce.” Bellamy added before walking to meet them. “Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason—”

“I’ll deal with that later. This is about Clarke.”

“Clarke?” Michelle’s face suddenly relaxed as she looked at him, her lips parted. She quickly shook off the puzzlement she felt and continued. “What about her?”

“She’s being hunted.” Indra stated with a serious tone.

“By who?” Monty asked.

“By everyone.”

“So, she’s Wanheda.” Michelle quickly figured the person the Azgedan scouts were looking for, and that they kept calling wanheda, was most likely Clarke herself. Even if it didn’t really made sense to her now, there was no other reasoning possible. Bellamy contained his shock but when he looked at her, he couldn’t hide it from her. Just by sharing a simple look, they knew they would both be ready to do anything to save Clarke, wherever she might be and their shared love for her brought them together no matter what state their relationship was in. Even if they happened to hate each other, they would still be prepared to team up. Fortunately enough, they did not in fact hate each other. It was rather the opposite.

With Monty at the wheel, Michelle climbed in the back with the two newcomers, sitting next to her father as they drove through the forest. Indra seemed disconcerted and made uneasy by the tremors of the vehicle when a wheel hit a pothole in the road.

“I’m still getting used to it myself.” Kane admitted sofly.

“Sir, we’re almost out of range. Are you sure you don’t wanna tell the Chancellor?”

“I’m sure.” He told Monty. “I don’t wanna worry Abby until we know something.”

“We know there is a kill order. You people are big on those.”

“It’s not a kill order. It’s a bounty.” Indra corrected. “Clarke’s a symbol. She’s known as Wanheda. Seems like Michelle was the first to make the connection.”

“What does Wanheda means?” Michelle leaned on her knees, clasping her hands together. Indra turned her head towards her, silent for a second.

“It means, Commander of Death.”

“The Ice Nation guys we killed asked about Wanheda. They’re looking for Clarke. Why?” Bellamy spoke.

“My people believe that when you kill someone, you get their power. Kill Wanheda and you command death.”

“She’s just one girl.” Michelle glanced at her father as she straightened up and listened quietly. Maybe it wasn’t a kill order that Clarke was the target of but all in all, she would end up killed by someone. They had to do something to prevent that.

“So was the Commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation is emboldened. Their Queen wants Clarke’s power. If her people believe she has it, she’ll break the coalition and start a war. I can’t let that happen.” A beeping noise started sounding at the front of the rover and Monty let them know they finally reached Sector 7. He asked where to go now and Indra’s voice rose again. “If she’s here, she’ll need supplies. We’ll start at the trading posts.”

Night fell quickly, and it was pitch-black outside with only the rover's headlights and moon as lights. It was silent too. Until Monty suddenly braked. Though unsettled and taken by surprised, Michelle was well seated and wouldn’t have fallen but Kane grabbed her arm. They looked out the windshield and saw the reason why Monty had stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. There was a large tree trunk lying across the road. They had to move it. Before Monty and Bellamy jumped out the vehicle, Indra stopped them.

“It’s been cut down.” If that was the truth it would mean this was a set up to catch them the moment, they stepped out of the car. Of course, Bellamy doubted her word and stood through the moon roof to take a look. The silence that followed was brief. Another tree crashed to the ground and Bellamy ducked back into the car. Now they knew for sure that Indra was right.

“It’s been three hours. What are they waiting for?” Bellamy was growing impatient and annoyed at whoever was out there. The sun had risen outside and yet none of them could see anything to report around them, after they had now been stuck in the car the whole night.

“I say we make a run for it.”

“No. That’s what they want us to do.” Kane disagreed with Monty as he looked out the rear doors window. But if they couln’t go outside, there wasn’t many things they could do. Indra argued.

“The boy is right. They can wait longer than we can.”

“Okay, Bellamy. You get in the turret, and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over ther, we’ll cover you.”

“Copy that. Run fast.” He stood up, opening the roof and they tightened their grip on their guns when he let them know that the people prying on them were already here. A man's muffled voice ordered them out, or maybe Bellamy did. The latter was pulled out the vehicle. Kane and Michelle exclaimed in surprise when he was lifted out the rover. They let go of their weapons, with Indra reluctantly doing the same. The metal of her sword clanged as it fell. The moment the door’s handle was turned down, they were pulled out the car violently and thrown on the ground in a concert of gruntings before being all pinned down. Her head held against the dirt, Michelle’s eyes swept over the people around them and watched two of them make Monty stand up. One snatched the beacon from him. He yelled to get it back, but Bellamy called out to him, and a masked woman picked up on his name. It was his mother. The woman took off her mask and drew her son into a hug. It was clear how relieved she was to have found him alive and well, safe and sound.

Michelle looked away, swallowing harshly. It was a sweet and sour sight for her as it only reminded her that her own mother was gone. She would never have the chance to experience such a moment and could only be reunited with her in death, but she was barely 18 so if she played smart at survival, she would still live for quite a while. Knowing that she would never see her mother ever again in this lifetime hurt her in ways she never imagined. She could feel this gaping hole in her heart that would never be filled again. The loss of her mother was still so fresh too. It was an open wound that felt like it would never heal but at least she had found another parent, although she would have preferred to have her mother as well as her father by her side. She blinked heavily to force the tear blurring her sight to fall and roll down her cheek while Monty hugged his mother in a tight embrace, sobbing.

“Pike?”

“You have no idea how good it is to see you.” He declared laughing and with a big smile on his face, holding out his hand to help him up. Michelle and Bellamy kind of glanced at each other as they were still pinned to the ground, a blade to their throats. “Lacroix, Smith, watch our six. Everyeon else, I said stand down.”

The man holding her down released her and she rolled on her back, leaning on her elbow to sit up. She caught her father's gaze as she furtively wiped away the tear and she took the hand he offered to help her up in turn. He gave her a compassionate and fatherly look, putting a comforting hand at the back of her head, softly stroking her hair with his thumb. He didn’t need to do much thinking to understand why she had gotten teary. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes too as he looked at her. His hand slid to her shoulders as they looked towards Monty and his mother. The latter spun around, looking for someone.

“Where’s dad?”

“Your father didn’t make it.” After a second of heavy silence, they stepped into a hug. Michelle watched them for a moment while Kane addressed Pike.

“How many of you are there?”

“63. The rest are camped in the mountains north of here.” He raised his voice, talking to the survivors around him, drawing Michelle's attention back to him. “Grounders killers one and all. Am I right?”

They joined into a yelling cry, and it got Michelle frowning. Her judging and defying stare got him looking directly at her. He squinted his eyes and started observing the proximity there was between Kane and her. She had forgotten but it was true that no one beside Abby had ever known she was Kane’s child. Her mother had always kept it a secret who the father of her kid was. Pointing a finger towards her, he parted his lips.

“Michelle Cartwig, right? I’d recognize that look of defiance anywhere. You always stared at me like this when I was teaching you.” She sketched a tight smile as he gave her a heavy pat on the shoulder that was meant to be friendly.

“Hate to cut this short. We gotta find Clarke.” Bellamy stepped in, unknowingly stopping this awkward interaction for Michelle. They had no time to waste on top of everything, so she didn’t need to be reminded that she always looked mad during Earth Skills lessons.

“Clarke Griffin?” He nodded. “If only all of my Earth Skills students were as good as her.”

“It’s good to see you, sir.” They shared a handshake, chuckling. Kane then asked for the tree to be moved from the road and Pike motioned for the rest of the Farm Station survivors to help them do so. Michelle knew she wouldn’t be of much help with the reduced strength of her hand, but she wanted to walk away from Pike. She had never liked people in position of authority and though the incident in which she spat at Kane, the news of the assault on a guard had spread all over the Ark. Monty joined Michelle and Bellamy “Are you okay?”

“I have to be.” They grunted as they bent over the trunk and proceeded to push it out of the way together. It didn’t take them much time to get things done and they walked back to the others.

“Kane, it’s time to go.” After Bellamy called out to him, the councilman instructed Monty to give the coordinates to Arkadia so they could go there on their own while they looked for Clarke’s whereabouts.

When they arrived at the trading post, they heard noises of commotion in the building. Bellamy walked through the door first and shot the guy attacking the worker inside. She stood up in panic, stumbling as she found her footing, her face covered in blood as she watched them enter. Indra checked out the dead grounder, telling the group that it was a bounty hunter. He must have been after Clarke like everyone else they crossed paths with until now. She talked to the woman in their language and Michelle frowned at Pike when he insisted that they converse in English, for no reason. Kane told him to go search the perimeter with Monty and his mother, to make sure there was no one else lurking around the area. It was easy to tell that in the future, Pike would be a pain in the ass. There was a reason why Michelle had never been very obeidient and nice when he was her teacher. She didn’t like the guy. Watching him walk out, she turned back to Indra who had resumed talking. From what she gathered; she told her they were looking for Wanheda but she seemed wary to speak

“Please. She’s in danger.” Bellamy said.

“You’re Skaikru?” Finding this out seemed to loosen her tongue a bit. “She was here last night.”

“Did she say where she was going?” Kane stepped forward.

“No. She was here when I fell asleep, and gone when I woke up.”

“She gave you any indication of where she might go?”

“No. But he did. He said that his partner came back for her. It was Ice Nation.” Bellamy, Kane and Michelle shared a glance. They had already had a run in with Ice Nation people before. It didn't look good. Monty walked back inside. They all turned to him.

“Good news. I found fresh tracks.”

“Great. Start the Rover.”

“That’s the bad news.” He looked at Bellamy. “Too many trees. We have to go on foot.”

Michelle let the others out first and turned when she heard the woman's voice behind her. “I hope you find her.” She gave her a strong nod before following suit and joining her peers outside. They had to track down Clarke before anything bad happened to her because it would if they wasted too much time. Coming out of the forest, they crossed a large field, on the lookout. Being in such a big and open place was almost less reassuring than being in a crowded forest. There was no way for them to know if someone was watching them from the treetops or following them around in the high grass. As they walked, Michelle heard the others talk behind her and Kane until Indra, who had stopped in her tracks, asked them to be quiet as she looked in the distance. Maybe she had spotted something.

“Listen.”

“War drums.” Kane noted. Michelle looked around and she heard them too. Now that she has pointed it out. She just noticed the consistency of the rumbling sound going on in the background.

“Azgeda.”

“You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?” Monty was puzzled.

“No. From them.” They followed her gaze and saw the bodies lying around. Michelle counted three of them dead.

“We need to get those bodies off the field. Unless you’re good with them thinking we did this.” Kane dropped to one knee; his weapon raised in front of him. The others ran to the bodies to get them off the field because on that one Pike was right, they couldn’t afford to have Azgeda think they killed some of their own. Michelle went along with the others, jogging towards the corpses when Bellamy saw people coming. He looked through the precision scope of his firearm.

“It’s Clarke.” Michelle froze and turned to him. They had been running after her the whole day, looking for her everywhere for months and she was right here and there on the very same field in which they stood. He started running but Pike stopped him in his course. She jogged towards them as the young man shouted for him to get out of his way.

“You’ll never make it in time.”

“He’s right. Look.” Bellamy listened to Monty and looked through the scope again. Michelle did the same and noticed the Azgedan troops marching out of the forest. She then resumed approaching the three of them. “No way we’d get across without being seen.”

“We should lay low, let the army pass. Then we find Clarke.” Michelle looked down, thinking. She wasn’t so in on just waiting it out. If they did so, they would lose their opportunity to get Clarke while she was there. She could tell Bellamy wasn’t so happy about what Pike was telling them they should do right now.

“Guys, there’s a cave.” Monty then showed them a dark opening in the trees.

“I can’t go with you.” Indra declared.

“Why?” Kane looked up at her as he was kneeling beside one of the bodies. He stood back up while the rest of them took care of dragging the body out of the open field.

“Ice Nation has crossed the border. They’re marching against my commander. I have to warn her.”

“We’ll get Clarke.”

“You better. If the Ice Queen gets her first, she’ll be dead. And we’ll be at war.” She warned before leaving them. They carried the bodies into the cave and waited. Michelle leaned against the wall, behind her father as the later stood with Pike and watched Bellamy pacing, constantly looking outside. She felt as restless as him, tapping her foot on the ground but for the time being, she got herself to focus on her hand to distract herself. She ran her thumb along the scar that barred her hand, scraping her fingernail on the tissue but because nerves had gotten severed, she felt nothing and could barely flex her fingers. She used her good hand to force it to close it into a fist, but she couldn’t hold it in that position for very long. She looked up when Bellamy came up to them.

“We’re losing her.” He said, anxious.

“Relax. Save your energy.”

“Kane’s right, son. The army will move soon. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.” He reluctantly gave in and went near the entrance. Michelle let herself slide to the ground, sitting cross-legged, staring at her hand as she held it closed. For some reason, maybe out of pure boredom or to cope with how worried she felt, she grabbed a dry pine needle and started picking at her scar. She couldn't feel anything, so she didn't know if she was going too hard on it, but she didn't care and kept doing so until her father, who had sat on a large rock next to her, stopped her from hurting herself. She just looked up at him and sighed crossing her arms when Monty’s voice broke the heavy silence in the cave. He crouched in front of his mother.

“I need to know what happened.” Michelle watched him and gulped. It reminded her of when she was told how her own mother died following the bombing in the Ark. The thought that it was at that time, that with her last breath she told Kane he was Michelle’s father got her to purse her lips to keep them from quivering. When she lashed out at him, he already knew. It took a second for Monty’s mother to start telling him.

“We landed in the snow. Your father said it absorbed some of the impact. That’s why we survived. The snow looked so beautiful.” Her voice cracked as she started sobbing and she called Pike’s name so he would continue telling Monty the story for her. Michelle stood up and Kane scooted over so she could sit beside him.

“The children were playing in it. They were the first to die. 15 of them.” Michelle tilted her face forward as she leaned on her knees, running her thumb up and down her scar. What hearing the tragic story made her feel had nothing to do with what happened, but it led her to think of her mother, again. She pursed her lips as her hair fell over her face, hiding her fight against the rising tears. She held them back, closing her eyes for a second as her father gently stroked her back before putting his arm around her shoulders. She felt hesitation in his gesture but seeing that she wasn't pushing him away, he held her close. “If not for your father, would have been more. He pulled four kids back into the ship. All four alive today. They got him when he went back for the fifth. Your father died a hero, Monty. We’ve been fighting Grounders ever since.”

“That was the Ice Nation.” Pike turned his head to Kane. “Not all Grounders are the same.”

“They are to me.” His response sure put an end to the conversation. He was so stubborn with his view and opinion on Grounders that it would have been impossible for anyone to convince him of the opposite.

Afterwards, Monty began to explain how they got out of Mount-Weather. Michelle sighed and stood up to stretch her legs. She had noticed Bellamy eyeing the bodies on the ground and one look suffised for them to read each other’s mind. Neither of them was willing to wait any longer before going after Clarke and if they really waited for the army to pass, it would take a while. Behind the backs of the other four who were all too busy listening to Monty, they stole clothing and masks from the dead Grounders and slipped among the troops outside. They stayed very close to each other and behaved as if they belonged in this army. At some point, another warrior came face to face with Bellamy and they stared at each other before he grabbed his shoulders and turned him in the right direction. Michelle stared straight ahead with a conviction she knew was fake and followed suit. The Grounder then walked past them, yelling commands to the others. Once he was a few feet away, his back turned to them, Michelle nodded to Bellamy, and they continued their way in the direction they had seen their friend last. Once in the forest, they removed mask and hood and saw blood at an entrance with stairs sinking into the ground. Pulling out their knives, they glared at each other, and Michelle let Bellamy take the lead. They took careful steps and looked around from where they stood until they noticed someone tied to a pole. They could only see the hands on the sides, so they approached and found Clarke. They were both so relieved that they smiled but as he pulled down the gag in her mouth, she shouted to warn them, but someone came out of the shadows behind Michelle and grabbed her forcefully. She struggled, and as Bellamy raised his knife to attack, the man brought the blade to her throat to dissuade him.

“No, please. Please don’t. I’ll do anything. I’ll stop fighting. Just please, don’t kill her.” Clarke begged him to spare her, her voice getting shaky. Michelle let out a sigh of relieve when he released the blade from her throat but suddenly, he threw the knife at Bellamy, stabbing him in the leg, making him yell of pain as he fell to the ground and he threw Michelle against the wall, hitting her head. She swallowed harshly, rolling on her side. She didn’t lose consciousness but was disoriented and in pain as a sensation of odd warmth seized her head. She couldn’t hear or see what was happening around her as she tried to get up. It felt as if the world was spinning around her, leading her to stumble around and losing her balance only to catch herself on the pole to which Clarke was tied up a moment before except that both she and the man were now gone. The ringing in her ears eventually subdued and she saw Bellamy on the ground. She leaned on the pole, closing her eyes to try to cope with the searing headache she had and called out to him but when she tried to stand on her own and take a step towards him, she felt pulled in the opposite direction, her head spinning and caught herself on the pillar. She threw up but because she hadn't eaten anything since, they left for the mapping run yesterday, she had only bile to get out and it left her throat burning and feeling sore. She took a few tottering steps and leaned forward on her knees, moaning.

“Michelle?” Hearing the worried tone of Bellamy's voice mixed with the pain from getting stabbed and knocked out, she managed to straighten up, stumbling a bit.

“Are you okay?” Her voice sounded castling. She cleared her throat and coughed, looking at the blood-soaked area around the wound on his leg. She helped him up, each leaning on the other for support. He groaned.

“Your head.” As she was about to dismiss his concerns because she had already noticed her head was hurting and acting up, she felt something get on her eye and went to rub it but looking at her hand she saw her fingers were tinged with red. Her head injury wasn't just vertigo and nausea, there was blood dripping on her forehead. She needed to get to Arkadia and get checked by Abby quickly in case of a concussion, but she downplayed it and shrugged. For now, they had to get out of here and she had to suck it up. She took a deep breath and tried to act as if she was completely fine, wiping the blood from his forehead. Her hair stuck to her temple. Maybe it would hide her head injury a little. They slowly climbed up the stairs, grunting and groaning, leaning on the walls and then the trees around them as they walked through the forest. After a few minutes, they heard Monty's voice calling their names and they slopped against a tree. Michelle let go of Bellamy and almost crashed to the ground, but he grabbed her waist and she stabilized herself.

“We told you to wait for the army to move.” Kane reached them, Pike and Monty’s mother were right behind the two, a little further away.

“What happened?” Monty looked them up and down, worried for his friends and Kane’s eyes landed on the wound on his leg.

“We almost had her.” Bellamy said, panting.

“Pike, find their trail.” He grabbed his daughter’s face in his hand, taking a closer look to her face after no doubt noticing a slight reddish tinge to his forehead or maybe she was bleeding again. It was probably more the latter given the urgency in his need to check on her. He ran his finger to brush the hair out of her face and found it stiff and sticking together with blood.

“It’s useless. He knows he’s being followed now.”

“Hey. You can’t even walk.” Kane stopped Bellamy as he tried to leave and because they were holding onto each other, Michelle was dragged along with him. He pushed him against the tree to keep him in place and despite all her efforts, Michelle let out a shaky moan, closing her eyes to get her head to stop spinning. She pushed Bellamy’s arm and sat on the ground, holding her head in her hands.

“So what? We give up? Let him kill her?” He groaned as he took a few steps, stopped by Monty trying to talk some sense into him. Michelle wanted to go after Clarke as bad as he did, but she couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t think at all without her head hurting like hell.

“We can’t lose Clarke!” She lifted her head, looking at Bellamy when he cried out. She tried to stand up on her own and her father kept her from falling over. He held her face in his hand as she closed her eyes, gulping. Throwing his gun over his back, he picked up Michelle and carried her in his arms despite her faint protests insisting that she could walk but he knew she might have a concussion and he wasn't ready to let her take any further risks. He would be mad at her when she wouldn't be bleeding anymore and could stand without closing her eyes.

[To be continued…]

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Published (07/28/2023) by Andrea/

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wonderswritings · 2 years

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Alright, show of hands, who wants a 100 rewrite where the reader is Lexa's sister? The pairing would eventually be bellamy x reader. It'll have the works- angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn. It'll start in s2, with flashbacks to s1.

Here's a possible series header:

#the 100 rewrite #lexa x sister!reader #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 x reader #lexa x reader #bellamy x reader

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theredpharaoah · 7 months

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While it’s stated Luna would beat Lexa - that was when they were like 12. Luna then stepped away from fighting while Lexa went on to conquer and unite the 12 clans. Furthermore, that’s just what Luna believed. Titus knew her skillset and he didn’t mention anything about that. If she’d been such a good warrior, I’m sure Titus would’ve said more. Furthermore, Lexa’s truth strength was how clever she was. That’s how she beat Roan, and that’s probably how she would’ve beat Luna - that’s how Octavia beat her. Lexa did struggle with Roan, but so did Luna. Roan would’ve had her if not for the acid rain I fear. Then i saw someone say it’s Lexa, Luna, and Roan at first with Blodreina coming in second….lmao no. By the time we get to season 4, Octavia is the best fighter in the show. That’s why the final conclave made no sense - they were making it seem like Octavia hadn’t been killing great warriors, and wasn’t feared all over. She did not need to hide, she could’ve easily faced those people. Octavia is literally a prodigy. She was killing bitches before she was trained in arms. And when she started getting trained by Indra, she mastered that shit in a couple of weeks. Like let’s be serious. I just don’t think it’s realistic that Clarke never thought to just do a bone marrow transplant with Luna. That way she could take the flame - to kill Alie if not become commander. It would’ve been so easy too:

Luna: “Is that what you think? Wanheda - Mountain Slayer. How do you sleep at night knowing you killed all of those people?”

Clarke: “Don’t try this with me Luna. It won’t work. I did what I had to do to save my people. And judging how you just flipped me over, I’m assuming you’d do the same if people came and started drilling into your friends for their bone marrow. You may want us to think you’re some great pacifist, but if you truly believed in non-violence you wouldn’t have kept up your training all these years. You wouldn’t have guards on this ship either. Titus was right. You’re not a pacifist, you’re just a coward who’s using that as an excuse. *Clarke breathing heavily*

Luna: *stares*

Clarke:”…wait.” *Clarke stops to think before turning to look at Luna* “Mount Weather….Luna. You don’t want to take the flame right? You don’t want to be commander? Well what if you could give your blood to someone else? Give someone else the ability to take the flame?”

Luna: “And who would I be giving my blood too? You, Wanheda?”

Clarke: “ Whoever. I don’t care. Just one of us.”

Clarke would prep Octavia for the job and argue with Bellamy about the danger she’d be in becoming commander. Octavia is hesitant but she’s down. However in a shocking twist, Luna chooses Clarke to bear her blood. Why? Because she can see how much she loved Lexa, and how much her people believe in her. End of episode.

Like c’mon. You can’t tell me that couldn’t be a scene right out of the show.😭

#the 100 rewatch #the 100 rewrite #the 100 season 3 #the 100

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fandomrewrites · 9 months

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Hi everyone!

I know it’s been quite awhile since I’ve updated my stories but I just wanted to let you know that I have not stopped writing them; I’m just on a hiatus.

I’m currently rewriting/editing my Teen Wolf story on Wattpad so it is in third person rather than first. Once I finish rewriting that I will start posting again on here.

Unfortunately I’m not sure how long that will be but hopefully sooner rather than later.

As of now, I’m planning on keeping the story on here the same but if you’d prefer me to post the edited version please let me know!

Tag list: @crazy-fan-101 @rogershoe @judayyyw @renjunniex @malfoystilinskii05 @where-thesundoesntshine

#update #series rewrite #teen wolf rewrite #the 100 rewrite

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hajihiko · 1 year

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look on the bright side!

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kstarsarts · 2 months

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My design for Asha in Wish reimagined/practicing expressions

i wonder if there’s a discord server mainly for wish rewrites to join in so i could post stuffs and chill with peeps

#wish concept art #wish fanart #wish asha #wish starboy #wish star #wish disney #disney wish #disney 100 #fanart #art #illustration #asha and starboy #human star #star x asha #wish rewrite #wish reimagined

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wings-of-sapphire · 5 months

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HELLO THERE LOVES I MADE A WISH REWRITE

I watched Wish twice (once on early screening day and once on the offices release date) and I fuckin loved it. But I feel like while this was a great movie, it was Disney’s 100th anniversary one and it needed like twenty minutes more or so to develop the characters and make it a truly spectacular celebration of 100 years of Disney.

I recently read about the concept pictures for Wish— Asha being the daughter of Magnifico, Star taking a human form and having a relationship with Asha— and I liked the idea of changing up the “quirky main character” idea as well. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with girls like Rapunzel or Mirabel. They’re fun, they’re optimistic, they’re hardworking and determined. Buuuuut as more of a pessimist myself I found my favorite character to be Gabo. The short pink sarcastic side friend based off of Grumpy. Yes, the friends are based off of the seven dwarfs. But ANYHOW— I thought maybe a return to the Classic Disney Princess attitude would be nice. So I chose Kusco. Because he’s the best Disney Princess out there.

I’ve been rambling long enough. Full rewrite under the cut! Will explain more in future posts! Ask any and all questions you’d like! Now, presenting my Wish rewrite~

💫 Asha is the princess of the kingdom of Rosas. Her parents, Magnifico and Amaya, built Rosas after Magnifico’s old kingdom was burned by greedy Wishers who used magic to give them whatever they wanted, which led to their own destruction.

Asha grew up in her kingdom learning that because her father kept the magic in check and only he granted wishes, Rosas could stay safe and happy. Asha gives tours of the city to people who sail in, and as they give their wishes to Magnifico, Rosas grows stronger and safer.

Welcome to Rosas

(Though she’s on carpets and stuff and there’s servants swarming her and she’s comfortable while giving the tour— we see Asha being kind to the child of the tour group)

Asha puts on a happy face for the tourists. But the people of Rosas say they know the “real” her. They hate their princess, truthfully. But they love her parents.

Asha doesn’t really have friends. She’s above that. She’s a princess and her parents founded this kingdom that literally granted people’s wishes. Sure, she sometimes lingers in the kitchen to hang out with Dahlia, the head chef. And sure, sometimes she wished wanted to hang out with them. Dahlia and her six friends whom Asha could never remember the names of. She calls them nicknames based on their characteristics. Easy and efficient. Dahlia is Doc, since she always patches her friends up. She said Asha couldn’t call her friend Stoner, so his name is Dopey (Dario). There’s Happy (Hal), Sleepy (Simon), Sneezy (Safi), Bashful (Bazeema), and Grumpy (Gabo). They’re all close-knit and trust each other with everything.

Asha doesn’t have that.

But she’s their princess. And she remains that way. Untouchable. Unbreakable.

Until one day, Grumpy Gabo says she’s not above them for any reason other than her title. That if ranks were stripped away, she’d be talentless and left behind.

Of course Asha can’t have that.

Soooooo she sneaks into her father’s study to get some of his magic.

What? He has a ton of it.

But then stuff goes awry. Asha tampers with Magnifico’s forbidden books and… nothing happens.

Grumpy laughs at her and Asha threatens to have him imprisoned if he doesn’t treat his princess with respect. Dahlia and the gang stand up for Grumpy and Asha storms off.

Amaya tries to comfort Asha when she runs to her room and throws herself on her bed and cries, princess-style, and Amaya and Asha talk about how Asha dreams of a group of friends she can have fun with and trust, and Asha says her brain knows what her wish was, and it was to become the most powerful sorceress princess in the lands just like her papa. Amaya says that a dream is a wish your heart makes, and Asha’s heart didn’t want to be the untouchable princess of Rosas. Her head may tell her that, but everyone needs connections.

It’s Magnifico that ends up cheering Asha up by bringing her to see the wishes of Rosas again.

At All Costs

Asha calls Magnifico “Papa” and Amaya “Mama” by the way

That night, Asha tosses and turns, and we see the magic swirls from the book start to gather around her, then shoots into the sky as she shoots up, panting.

Turns out she accidentally ripped a star out of the sky. Asha runs after the giant comet fall, where a young man is floating in a crater in the forest.

The star had taken the shape of a young man. Who can fly. And bring objects to life for a bit.

He’s glowing yellow and wears a dark teal-blue velvet cape and his glow turns pink when he spots Asha.

When Asha freaks out and grabs the boy— she’s calling him Star— and hides his glow with her pajama cloak, and asks how the heck did this happen?

Star shrugs and says he was just chilling in space when the force of someone’s dream pulled him down to land.

Asha quietly excitedly stims, saying she can’t wait to rub Star in Grumpy’s face, and Star is like please don’t rub me in someone’s face, sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

Asha glares at Star, who smirks.

Asha exclaims that anyways— she knew she was a powerful sorceress, and Star says he senses no magic on Asha.

Asha says she must’ve had magic in her, or else how could she have ripped a star from the sky?

Star says people can learn magic but right now, Asha was inexperienced. It was probably because of her connection to the stars.

That means—

No, it’s not just you. All people are connected to the stars.

You’re a Star

Asha takes Star back to her room and says they can’t let her dad know she used his books to summon Star— but maybe Grumpy would need more proof. Maybe she could sneak a peek at his book again, and summon more stars to prove to Doc and the gang that she has talent and she was sooooo qualified to be their fr— sorcerer princess.

She tells Star to stay put in her room, and she’d sneak out and take a quick look.

Star asks if he can come with.

He just got ripped from the sky and needs some more exposition than “I don’t know.” And he’s too impatient to wait for Asha to come back.

Asha says he’ll have to learn and Star magically locks the doors until Asha explains something about how he was brought here.

“You made trees dance the hula and we rode here on a singing deer.”

Star gives Asha a look.

Asha pinches the bridge of her nose and explains that her papa’s whole family was killed because of the greedy wishmakers. With him in charge, he gets to choose, and people are safe.

Star says that the people deserve more, and Asha snaps that get family decides what everyone deserves because they’re the rulers of Rosas.

Star smirks at her and says she’s adorable when she’s mad. But, she’s wrong. The people deserve a chance to get their wishes returned so they can become dreams that can be achieved by pure hard work.

Asha says they’re the same thing, and Star shakes his head. “A wish you give away. A dream you keep with you to work hard and achieve your heart’s goal.”

“Wow, you have a great personality.”

Asha rolls her eyes and says Star can come, but he has to be quiet.

In Magnifico’s study, Asha sees Star heading to the wish room, and before she can grab him, he opens the doors and sees the wishes of Rosas.

Star is amazed and Asha sighs and walks up next to them. She looks up and closes her eyes and bathes in the feeling.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Yeah… they are.”

Star quickly turns to look at the wishes above them, his glow pink.

They end up arguing again because Star wants to return the wishes to the people so they can become dreams once again and Asha says her father worked hard on protecting them

Out in the hallways, Asha ends up shoving Star into a nearby room when she hears Doc and her friends come by

Asha smooths down her skirt and holds her head high as she walks by and calls to Grumpy. She smirks and says unfortunately, they were incorrect about her being talentless. In fact, she was so powerful, she ripped a star from the sky.

Behold.

She opens the door (which turns out led to the chicken coops) where Star was chilling in the sunlight where his glow looked normal.

“You brought us all here to check out your boyfriend?”

“Hal!”

Asha rushes to explain that no, Happy, he was the star. She orders Star to step out of the sun.

Star crosses his arms.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Dahlia and her friends all gasp and start planning Star’s funeral.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’m a star. If you ever want your dream to come to fruition you have to be nice to people you want to befriend. Go on. Apologize and then ask me nicely.”

Dahlia and friends are now forgoing that funeral, there will be no remains left to bury.

But then Asha flares her nostrils, taps her foot, then glances at Doc. She averts her eyes and mutters, “sorry for being mean to Grumpy. Star, can you… can you please show them?”

Jaws: dropped. Wigs: snatched. Princess Asha of Rosas, apologizing and saying “please”? Sure, she cared for her people. But she never apologized if she accidentally ran into someone for walking in their way! It was her way! She was the only one who’s way mattered!

Star smiled and thanked Asha, then steps out of the sun to reveal his glow.

Jaws: even dropped-er. Wigs: even snatched-er.

After the initial “ooh”s, [something something]

Asha tells everyone that because she’s a star, she was able to be this powerful. They should all be impressed.

Star then corrects her by saying everyone was made of stardust and therefore had a connection to the stars and magic.

When Gabo laughs, Asha throws a fork at him and tells him to do that to himself.

Magnifico is calling Asha for a family meeting, and she says it’s probably about tonight’s wish ceremony. Dario’s Sabi who’s turning 100 today wants to get his wish picked. He doesn’t remember what it is as all wish-givers forget, but he knows it has something to do with his sickness. Asha tells everyone else to keep quiet about Star, or else. And with that, she leaves the room.

Star opens his arms and asks which of the group wants to help him commit a crime.

“What?”

He wants to break into Magnifico’s study and return the wishes to the people of Rosas.

Gabo snaps at him that they can’t just steal from the king and queen, and everyone else agrees. But Dahlia purses her lips. “Why?”

Dario asks if he wants to betray his girlfriend like that, to which Star turns pink and rolled his eyes saying they were not dating, in fact, they were enemies! She was uptight and didn’t care about anything but her title, scoff!

“Uh huh. Sure, buddy.”

“Gabo, stop talking.”

“Yes Bazeema.”

Star explains that losing people’s wishes made them lose a part of themselves. The most beautiful part, their heart’s dream. He tells Simon that his heart is sad.

He asks that if he returns Simon’s wish back to him, and it does make him whole again, then would they believe him?

Dahlia shakes her head and says they wouldn’t be part of this. But… they wouldn’t mention anything to Magnifico or Amaya. For the time being.

Star thanks Dahlia, and she says this was for Simon. And if Asha also changes her mind, then that’s a bonus. Then she smiles. “Good luck, kid.”

Magnifico called Asha to talk with her and Amaya about a threat that’s happened to the kingdom. Last night, someone harnessed the magic of a star and ripped it from the sky, which disturbed the wishes and his magic. Someone has threatened him, and this was a warning that something was to come. He couldn’t let that fire happen again.

Amaya and Asha calm his worries, and Magnifico says he doesn’t want the people to lose faith in him. Amaya says she will explain to the people about the giant light last night since they were asking questions, but they shouldn’t let it worry them.

“Thank you, darling.”

“You’ve got this, papa. I’m sure whoever bashed that light meant you no harm.”

“Thank you, Asha.”

Star asks Asha to spend the day with him, to which she agrees until the wish ceremony that night. The two have a day in Rosas, Tangled-style. Romantic montage, beautiful moments, Star sneaking glances at Asha when she isn’t looking and Asha doing the same for him.

Star shows Asha how to be messy and see the beauties of life while Asha shows Star how she actually does have good in her and cares for her people, truly. Star gives Asha a small wand to practice some small magic as a gift. While she shows him the study, he sneaks into Magnifico’s office and steals Simon’s wish.

Star returns to the seven and gives Simon back his wish. His dream was to become the kingdom’s best knight— and now he could achieve that! They show Asha how much happier Simon is with his whole self again, and while Asha is happy for Simon and that the seven are being kind to her (after she’s been kind to them), she asks Star to promise not to steal stuff from her papa without running it by her first.

“I promise, sweetheart.”

Safi asks Asha if she can get her papa to grant his Sabi’s wish, or at least return it so he could have a chance at fulfilling his dream like Simon now can. Maybe it would reveal a way Sabino could live longer.

Asha hesitates.

In her room, Asha paces. Her papa said that if people kept their wishes, they’d be dangerous and bring another fire to burn down their kingdom. But Simon seemed so happy. She didn’t know what to do.

Later, in the wish ceremony, all her friends are happy and excited for Safi’s Sabi. Sabino only has a few weeks left to live, and if this month his wish is granted, Safi can keep his Sabi with him.

Asha did talk to Magnifico but Amaya reminded her of the dangers of people chasing wishes in the wind. They showed Asha that Sabi Sabino’s wish was too dangerous, his heart’s dream was live forever. Sure, he was sick now, but once he gets better from that, who knows what immortality will do? Magnifico revealed the true story of their home using magical glass shards—

Backstory details that’s tragic and sad

Basically a king wanted to be immortal and it led to him going insane which led to the destruction of his kingdom

He sent his son away before the whole place burned to ashes

Magnifico was that son

A Wish Worth Making (?)

Asha agrees with him that that can never happen, and Sabino’s wish must never be granted and only the royal family can keep Rosas safe.

At the ceremony

Magnifico doesn’t grant Sabino’s wish and Amaya makes a public statement about how wishes were kept with him to stay safe and anyone who tried to oppose that rule was a danger to everyone in Rosas and a traitor to the crown.

Star calls them out for this and while Simon hides his glow with his huge body, the seven create a ripple effect through the crowd with questions that question the king and queen’s authority. They bring up how Amaya reassured them but this contradicted her words. Magnifico ends the ceremony and storms up to the royal master room with Amaya.

Asha and Star have an argument, with her saying her parents were good people and him saying that Safi’s Sabi will die because her parents were scared, and with that Asha flares her nostrils and says that she is the princess, and as their superior, they should watch their tone before something bad happens.

Safi is heartbroken. Without that wish, his Sabi will die.

Dahlia comforts him, and Star steels himself.

Star tells the group that they’re going to steal all the wishes. And return the dreams of the people back to them. Especially Safi’s Sabi.

“But Asha—“

“I’ll tell her when she comes back. We need to do this now.”

Back at the castle, Magnifico is pacing angrily in his room with Amaya. How dare these people question them? They’re doing everything in their power to prevent that (points to a burned tapestry of young Magnifico and his family) from happening again!

This is the Thanks I Get?!

Amaya also joins in

Cutscenes of the seven + Star breaking into the wish room again

Meanwhile, Asha goes back to talk to her parents. Maybe talk to them about Sabino again, maybe tell them everything, who knows—

Wait. There’s a noise in the wish room.

Asha uses her magic wand to open it and sees Star using his magic to lift the roof open to free the wishes. But it isn’t enough. They need more people; the roof is too heavy.

There’s a small magic scuffle with Asha and her wand against Star and his magic, and Asha ends up beating Star (much to his surprise and he’s totally not turned on by this which is why he’s bright red he’s not at all attracted to powerful women). Her heart breaks and she yells at him and all the seven and says if they ever show their faces around her again she’d banish them from Rosas.

“Sweet—“

“Don’t call me that name! Just— just go!”

“Asha, please. Safi’s Sabi—

“Go!”

Star stays and says he’ll be back to free the wishes and return them to the people. Sabino’s sickness has gotten worse, and he can’t wait another month for Magnifico to turn him down once again.

Asha snaps and yells at him a lot and blames him for everything that’s happened lately, the chickens, and the chalk drawing, and the dancing in the city square, and especially that sticky feeling in her chest when Star’s giving her those sad looks. So she doesn’t want to see him again.

She goes to snitch then sees the Epic Celestial Villains her parents had shifted into. Both of them used forbidden magic in the other section of the book Asha used. She asked if she had forbidden magic in her too, but they tell her she wasn’t powerful enough to handle this magic.

Their magic swirling fog is telling them via shapes that Asha was the one that ripped a star from the sky.

They’re acting different— they barely acknowledge Asha and demand that she tells them where Star is.

They crushed wishes to give them power, and Asha is of course horrified.

She saw how happy Simon was, and now those people…

Her parents weren’t survivors.

They were just power-hungry.

And now this forbidden magic was changing them.

They demand Asha tells them where Star was so they could siphon his galaxy magic and become the supreme rulers of Rosas— no one would never question them again.

Asha tells them she doesn’t know, and Magnifico uses his magic fog on Asha to make her tell them that Sleepy, Grumpy, Happy, Dopey, Sneezy, and Doc probably did know.

Amaya tells Asha she was grounded. She says Asha should sit down in her room and wait for the new era to rise.

Asha runs back to her room and cries, princess-style, and speaks out to the sky, to Star, that he was right. He was telling the truth, her parents weren’t good. And now she didn’t know what to do.

This Wish

Yeah she says she’s the first to stand in line but she’s been told that all her life okay

Magnifico makes an announcement to the people of Rosas that the entity that came from the sky was named Star, and he, along with Simon, Gabo, Hal, Dario, Safi, and Bazeema were conspiring to commit treason. He says to find them all and get him Star’s powers do he can grant all of their wishes!

Asha runs after the seven and sees them arrested by other citizens, with Gabo cursing everyone out. Magnifico waves his hand and mutes Gabo. Asha commands the soldiers to give her the satisfaction of imprisoning these traitors and interrogates them in the carriage driving them to the prison with guards posted by.

She asks all of them where Star was, and they refuse to listen to her. They’re cold because she sort of beat them up with her magic. She says as their princess, they have to tell her.

“You all are underneath me. I am your future queen. Tell me where Star is. This is important.” She turns to the shortest in the carriage. “My parents are looking for him. Gabo, if you know where he is, you have to tell me.”

Gabo’s eyes flicker up at her saying his actual name. He glances at Dahlia, who sighs. She says that even if they wanted to, they couldn’t hand Star over, because he was already gone. He was at the place Asha first starting falling in love with him.

The guards raise an eyebrow at Asha, and she says the fools were so simple-minded that they believed her lie. Then she tells Sabi to shut up and stop sneezing.

She says the forest was where she first found Star, and Magnifico creates a dark fog horse to ride out and find Star.

Once she’s sure he’s gone, Asha whips out her magic wand and blasts the doors open. She apologizes to the seven and says nothing could make up for imprisoning them and lording her title over them, but she needed their help to help Star.

Asha and the seven run back to the Rosas town square where Star is rallying the people and telling them the truth about Magnifico and Amaya. The crowd gathers to help pull open the roofs to free the wishes.

Knowing What I Know Now

Asha joins in and leads the people

Asha apologizes to Star for yelling at him and he apologizes to her for going behind her back. He says she deserved to know. Before they go, Asha tells Star to wait.

“That… feeling. That I mentioned before? I think… I think they’re feelings. For you.”

Star’s glow slightly turns pink. “Like, do you mean…”

“Yes. Feelings of affection. I just… wanted to let you know.”

“Sweetheart, you should know I feel the same. Have since I first laid eyes on you.”

“I am pretty beautiful.”

“The beautiful-est.”

Asha laughs. “That’s not a word.”

“She’s right, it’s not,” Dahlia quips.

The two pull back and laugh awkwardly.

The seven lead the people of Rosas to help lift the roofs, but Amaya catches them and there’s a magic battle where Amaya turns into a dragon a la Malifacent. Star helps Asha suck out the evil magic, and Amaya falls to the floor. The roof is opened, and the wishes began to flow out.

Then Star is grabbed from the back by a fog hand and Magnifico tuts, telling Asha he’s disappointed in her. But now that he has the power of a Star, no one will ever question him again.

He ties down every single person and closes the roof, draining Star’s essence into his magical staff.

Asha yells and uses her magic wand against him, and the two have a giant blast of magic against each other, but the energy is draining Asha while Star’s is giving Magnifico more strength.

Star weakly whispers to Asha to remember where she came from.

Magnifico snarls do Asha that she is nothing, and Asha remembers.

“We… are… stars.”

Asha’s blast of magic is battling Magnifico’s but he’s still stronger.

Asha cries out a plea to the people, these stars just like her, and Dahlia responds.

This Wish (Reprise)

The strengths of these stars give Star enough energy to break free from Magnifico’s staff and fly over to Asha’s side, and the magic blast shines bright and blasts Magnifico back, burning away the evil magic.

When the dark clouds clear and the night sky is sparkling once again, Magnifico isn’t moving. Amaya and Asha run to him, and Amaya cries over his body. She apologizes to Star for what they did, and asks if she can help her husband.

Star sadly tells her that his powers weren’t strong enough for that.

Amaya cries, and kisses Magnifico’s lips. Then, her star soul orb thing in her chest glows bright, and Magnifico’s does too. His body glows that shimmering yellow and he’s lifted into the air and the last bit of evil magic is burned away.

Asha asks Star what he’s doing and Star says he’s not doing anything!

Suddenly, Magnifico’s eyes open and he gasps, then falls.

Amaya and Asha rush to catch him, and Magnifico asks what happened.

Star shrugs and says some sort of True Love’s Kiss.

Magnifico and Amaya walk up behind Asha and address the people of Rosas. They apologize for what they did and they know nothing could ever make up for it. But… they promise to keep working to be the best king and queen they can be. If the people will still accept them. Also, they should have what’s rightfully theirs.

Magnifico uses his magic to lift the roof and release the wishes of Rosas back to their people. Amaya tells them that now they have a chance to fulfill their dreams, and she and Magnifico will be behind them every step of the way.

Dahlia steps foreword and thanks them for apologizing.

Basically they can still remain king and queen but they start a council of representatives where people can address them directly about problems and stuff

Then, Asha turns to the seven and says she has to apologize to them. For treating them all so poorly in the past.

They forgive her, and when she asks how they can do something like that so easily, Dahlia smiles. “It’s what friends do.”

“…friends?”

“Do you have a hearing problem, or something?”

“Gabo!”

“Sorry, Bazeema!”

Asha laughs and turns to Star who spins her around.

“I have friends!”

“You have friends!”

Meanwhile, Gabo whispers to Simon how they ever feared the princess. She was just a sad, lonely, friendless girl.

Asha turns to her wand and discovers it broken in half when she was blasted backwards.

Star restores her wand, and she says she’s going to be the most powerful sorceress in the history of ever and Gabo says she looks like a stupid fairy.

Asha glares.

“A fairy godmother,” Gabo smirks.

Star laughs and says that sounds amazing and Asha groans and bites back a smile.

Star smiles at the family, but he looks sad still. Asha holds his hands and he rubs her thumb.

“You have to return to the sky, don’t you?”

“If I had a choice, I’d choose to stay by your side.”

“I’ll keep on wishing on stars. I’ll find a way to bring you back.”

He tells Asha that they’ve learned that sending your greatest desires into the universe in hopes that they’ll be answered doesn’t do anything. It didn’t work for Magnifico, and it didn’t work for Asha. Instead, the people of Rosas should work to achieve their dreams.

Asha says she’ll work to achieve a way to find him again, then. Since she was going to be the most powerful sorceress—

“Fairy godmother~”

“Shut up Gabo.”

—she’d find a way.

Star smiles and says she’s his dream girl, and Asha jokes that’s he’s got to work to achieve her.

Star flips his cape and says it’ll be easy since he’s so absurdly handsome, and Asha snorts as she pulls him down and raises an eyebrow at him. Star turns a bright pink, then rolls his eyes as he smiles and pulls Asha up in the air with him by her waist, and the two kiss.

When they finally separate, Star is vibrating happily and he accidentally shoots out a magic blast at a nearby chicken, which makes it grow big and lay a giant egg on Gabo.

Star winks at her and returns to the sky.

EDIT BC I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO ADD THIS BUT

ASHA DOES END UP USING HER FAIRY GODMOTHER POWERS TO HEAL SAFI’S SABI

MAYBE SHE MAKES A MAGIC FLOWER FROM A SUNDROP AND DAHLIA COOKS A PETAL INTO A COOKIE THAT HEALS SABINO

THEN BEFORE STAR LEAVES HE PROMISES TO HIDE THE GLOWER IN A FAR AWAY KINGDOM EHERE NO ONE WOULD BE ABLE TO EXPLOIT IT FOR IMMORTALITY (*side eyes Gothel*)

HE DOES END UP GETTING HEALED OK THE PEEPAW DOESN’T DIE

#disney wish #princess asha #wish asha #wish movie #asha wish #wish disney #wish 2023 #king magnifico #queen amaya #wish #disney #disney 100 #disney anniversary #walt disney animation studios #rewrite #au #rewriting #writing by sapphire

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The Dondon Post (or: the bizarre TotK's side content counterpoints to its main quest's immuable binary morality)

Speaking of strange TotK Choices, I think I have one singe post left in me about this game; and it's about the Dondon quest, "The Beast and the Princess".

(and about other stuff too, you'll see, we'll get to them)

More specifically: about how... strange of a thematic point it feebly attemps to make in the larger context of the storyline, and how it seems to be yet another mark of a world that, perhaps, once tried to be more morally complex that it ended up becoming.

Buckle up: it's a long one, and it gets pretty conceptual.

(good gem boys notwhistanding)

The Princess and the Beast

So, a couple of things about the setup. We are investigating potential Princess sightings; but at this point, either because we have already completed a bunch and know the general gib, because we have met a couple of wild Fake Zelda shenanigans, or through the simple fact that we are completing a side quest, we know there's a good chance it won't lead to an actual Zelda information. So when we ask Penn about what is going on and he replies with the ominous "we saw the Princess riding some kind of beast --a frightening one with huge, brutal tusks-- that the princess seemed to control", we get Ideas. Then the sidequest is registered: "The Princess and the Beast".

So. You know me. And if you don't know me, here's what you should know: my brain immediately flared up with the thought there was no way in hell this wasn't some kind of wink towards Ganondorf's renowned boarish beast form, especially given tusks were given so much focus.

My first assumption was: that's a miniboss right? I will get to fight some small boar-like thing that Fake Zelda rides sometimes. Cool! I didn't hold too hard onto my hope that the relationship of Zelda and/or Ganondorf to the natural world, or to each other would be expanded upon, since I had already been burned before, but my interest was piqued.

You have to understand how starved I was for any hint of complexity or mystery or ambiguity at this point. I was extremely eager for the game to throw anything at me that would surprise me, enlighten something pre-established, make the exploration lead to a meaningful discovery or deepening of characters, world or themes (and not just slightly cooler loot, or a bossfight, or a puzzle devoid of emotional context --cohesion and depth is what motivates my play sessions, especially in an open world game that I want to believe is worth losing oneself into). This was about the most intriguing task on my to do list at the moment, and so I plunged in immediately.

After really REALLY misunderstanding what I was supposed to do (I stalked every corner of every forest surrounding the tropical area at night or during blood moons in hope to see something --which was very much the wrong call), I arrived to the other stable, then was guided to the other side of the river where Cima awaits and explains that these creatures are actually a new species discovered by Zelda; that they are gentle and kind and not at all scary ("Dondons aren't beastly, they're adorable!"), and even somehow digest luminous stones into gemstones. They like the company of people and liked Zelda in particular.

I was... I felt two different ways about this conclusion, and I think it's worth to explore both: disappointment and some sort of... "huh!" Hard to describe this emotion otherwise.

I'll get the disappointment out of the way first, because it's the least interesting of the two. While I think the little emotional arc I was taken on was not devoid of interest --I was indeed taken on by the rumor and intrigued by its implications-- I wanted, well. A little bit more. And if the creatures were to be Zelda's pet project, I would have loved for them to be actually terrifying and feisty, and for her to develop an interest for these creatures in particular regardless. It could have been very interesting characterization that veered out of the perfect princess loving the perfect world floundering around her, always bringing her clear, practical benefits from the interaction.

(I have made another post that speaks of my discomfort that Zelda does everything everywhere and everyone loves her for it --I get what they were trying to go for, but it either lacks conflict for me to buy into that dynamic at the scale of several regions, or they went on too hard for my taste, as she is, at once and in the span of a couple of years at most: a schoolteacher, a gardener, an animal researcher, a scholar, a traveler, a military expert, a knower of landscape, a painter, a horse rider, an infrastructure planner, a [...] princess --at some point it begins to sound made up, "Little Father of the people"-esque to rattle the hornet's nest a little bit, especially if it's not shown as either a clearly godly characteristic or, even more necessary imo, a negative trait; another expression of her killing herself at work to compensate for a perceived flaw she's trying to earn forgiveness for, like she did in BotW. But that's another topic, and the clumsiness of her character arc has been well threaded by basically everybody disappointed in the story already.)

But, if I decide to be a little graceful, I'd like to explore my "huh!" emotion, and take it apart a little bit.

I think there's something interesting to have such strong parallels to setting up a story about the relationship between Zelda and Ganondorf ("The Princess and the Beast", like come on guys that's the conflict of over half the series), or at least Zelda and the concept of Evil since Ganondorf pretty much represents it in this game, and then have it go: actually, there was a horrible monster that everyone was afraid of, but Zelda was wise and patient enough to approach it and realize its potential beyond the tusks, what beauty can be brought upon the world if one makes the effort to look for what exists underneath. It says something a bit deeper about the world and about Zelda in particular. It intrigues, at the very least.

Is it a reach? Probably! Is my first interpretation that the quest is actually about "eww you thought Zelda would be interested in *disgusting vile monsters* and not sweet and gentle and human-loving animals that literally shit jewlery when cared for? jokes on you, she never would feel any ounce of sympathy for anything that isn't Good and Deserving" uhhh definitively truer? Probably! But I also don't want to dismiss that the quest made me think about it. If I had completed it earlier, I might have even felt like it was (very clumsy, not gonna lie) setup about the main conflict.

But that's also a good segway into my next section: the arbitrary limitations between the animal and the creature, the monstrous and the human.

And the fact that TotK points directly at it.

A Monstrous Collection

(these two guys are just. doing So Much and being So Valid despite being massive weirdos the game wants us to be slightly repelled by. I, for one, respect the Monster kinning grind and their general Twilight Princess energy.)

So. These two guys. There is so much to say about these two guys. I don't think I have seen the Trans Perspective on Kolton on tumblr, and I would love to get it because. I feel like it's a worthwhile discussion (just, how gender and identity is handled in TotK overall, I feel like it's a very complicated conversation and I have not seen super deep dives and I'd be very interested in hearing more).

Beyond the throughline of voluntary consumption of magical objects to turn into less human creatures being a weirdly prevalent plot point in TotK (Zelda, Kolton and Ganondorf casually transing their entire species for funsies --Ganondorf being particularly relentless with Fake Zelda, mummy/phantom shenanigans, Demon King and then literal dragon), I want to focus on Kilton a little bit.

Kilton is genuinely the only NPC in the game willing to acknowledge the inherent personhood that monsters have (the game does showcase them picking up fruits, mourning their boss if you kill them, being cutesy and happy to identify you as one of their own if you wear the appropriate mask --and that's not even getting into creatures like the Lynels, who seem to really edge on the limit of being a conscious creature with a system of honor and property and many other things). He does encourage us to think of monsters as more than a species whose only worth lie in how fun it is to eradicate them; even more, gameplay-wise, he does give us a reason to interact with them in other ways than just our sword with his museum. He does encourage us to see that beauty for ourselves and then select what we think is coolest/most intimidating/cutest/eight billion ganondorfs in every pose imaginable

The fact that Ganondorf is considered a monster was a great win for this feature in particular, and is very funny, but it's also... A lot, if we dig at it a little more than warranted. Beyond all of the Implications and all of the things of representation and political conflict and values already discussed ad nauseum: when did he stop being considered a human? What does that mean about the flimsiness of what is a monster and what is a creature and what is an animal and what is a person and what is even a hylian, as sheikahs got absorbed into the definition in this game? Especially with the stones taken into account, how profound changes in nature are a huge part of the plot (even when reversed and ultimately pretty meaningless): how easy it is, to make that slip? Who decides when that slip has been made? What is acceptable to hurt without remorse? What is beautiful and worth preserving? What is both at once? What is neither?

And again, in a classic Zelda conundrum (appreciative(?)): who the fuck gets to decide that, when, and why?

The Bargainers and the Horned God

(major shoutout to these big guys for being the sole and only providers of actual depth to the Depths, and for looking cool as heck)

So. Let's move the conversation to the Depths.

Conceptually: what an interesting idea!! And so well executed (initially)!! A mirror world to the surface, dark and hushed and full of unknown creatures; haunted by gloom and sickness and the unknown. Not a first in the series, far from it: from ALTTP to ALBW, and even taking the Twilight world of TP into account, this idea of a Dark World acting as a deforming mirror to Hyrule and revealing many interesting aspects as we get to explore both is always a very interesting take on corruption and envy and fear/weakness and/or some sense of darkness looming under the perfect exterior. I'd argue even the Lens of Truth of both OoT and MM's serve a similar function, both gameplay-wise, but also in terms of theme: not everything is as it seems. In the world of Light, darkness must hide itself; but darkness also possess its own beauty, its own hardships, and will stare back at you without blinking if you go seek for it. It's, in my opinion, one of the series' most compelling conversation about the cyclical nature of fate, the coldness of godhood, and how small one feels in the face of a universe that is more complicated than it initially appears --which is why Courage must be invoked to push forward regardless.

The Depth's otherworldly ambiance is truy wonderful, whether in the plays of light and shadows, the creatures native to the environment we meet there (wish we met more!), the soundtrack, the strange aquatic/primordial plants, the fact that the dragons visit this place and connect them to the outside --invoking ideas of balance and interconnectivity, that the tree branches look like veins. The coliseums, the mines, the zonai facilities and the prisons do seem to poke at many things about what the relationship to the past was to this place; was it ever truly a place? Did it look like this back then? Why was it buried? Why did it come back? But in spite of it all, I think the Depths struggle overall to question or reveal anything about the surface that we couldn't already assume going in (that the only thing congealing there is Ganondorf's gloom, his lonely domain of Wrongness, only shared by Kohga and the yiga --the only naysayers of Goodness and Light, contemptful and blinded by self-importance and rage). The zonite is mined by gloomy monsters --why, what for?-- so any notion of greed and over-expansion that could have been associated to the zonai is now reabsorbed into Ganondorf's general evilness, since it needs to be reminded he is everything and anything bad with the world: darkness and conquest and greed and capitalism and pollution and bad weather and sickness and darkness and violence and war and death and betrayal and fakeness and lies and patriarchy and exploitation. No matter that he never does a single thing with zonite in the game; rather set up elements of conflict that never go anywhere than, for a second, let the foundations of absolute goodness and absolute evil risk becoming shaky --and you coming to this unwelcoming dark place that hates you, killing the miners and taking their resources for yourself is, on the other holy, royal fur-covered hand, utterly legitimate. The resources were once Rauru's after all, were they not?

And this is what I would say, except... except for the dead. The fallen warriors, the poes, and, most important of all: the Bargainer statues.

The Bargainers are, in-universe, godly creatures guiding the fallen to a place of final respite, regardless of moral alignment. The poes are all, fundamentally, cleansed of judgement: they are lost souls whose past reality does not matter anymore, and all deserve that peace regardless. In spite of the heavy paradise/hell parallels drawn in that game, with Rauru/Zelda/Sonia as the guardians of Light where Ganondorf gets to become a Devil-like figure, it is confirmed here that no such thing exists when you actually die in this universe.

It almost feels as if the fabric of Hyrule itself, in a brief moment that refuses to elaborate on its own point, goes: "yeah, whatever is happening here between Light and Darkness, it doesn't actually matter. This conflict is futile and doesn't understand the real nature of being alive, dead, a god, a person, a monster, an animal. The truth lies elsewhere --but you will never be told what it is."

It's: wild.

One of the game's most striking traits of narrative brilliance in my opinion --to the point where I'm wondering whether it's there on purpose or was effectively an oversight since every other aspect of reality breaks its own back trying to reassure us that everything is at its correct place, receiving the appropriate treatment by the universe in a way that is never to be questioned.

Another case of that ambiguity being allowed to exist without being immediately crushed and repressed is the case of the Horned God (interesting parallel to Ganon's actual horns that he develops in this game in case the hellish parallels weren't clear enough already): a demon Hylia sealed into stone and pushed far from humans in a clear case of questionable behavior since, while the Horned God isn't exactly nice, does propose a different philosophy you are not punished for exploring; and yet, a proposal that has seen itself persecuted in a very real sense by the goddess of absolute goodness, patron of hylians, Zelda, and many more. Pushed away from view.

Interesting.

And Yet, Light Must Prevail

Okay, so, after all of this, we're left to ask... What the fuck is up with morality in Tears of the Kingdom?!

What do we trust? These half-breaths in the occasional sidequests that Light and Darkness is just the wrong frame of reference, that nature cannot be this simple, is ever-shifting and can be recalled or reaffirmed by arbitrary forces, and might even not matter at all in the universe's fabric, despite having so much of its lore soaking in the dychotomy? Or... everything else about the game, this insistence that Good must not only be assumed as whatever tradition the kingdom has passed down for thousands upon thousands of years, but remain utterly unquestioned the entire time? That Bad is without cause, graceless and unworthy of investment?

Are the Bargainer's statues the only thing worth listening to, that morality is a fable the living tells themselves --or should we be moved when Darkness destroys Light, when Light suffers to preserve itself and the world --but not when the Other is rightfully slain?

Was Kilton correct to see beauty in the monstrous? Was Kolton onto something when he let go of his previous form because there is no clear distinction between what should receive an arrow to the face and what shouldn't? Or should we rather focus on Zelda losing her human form as a beautiful and tragic sacrifice --but something that never actually altered her nature as a hylian, the descendant of a lineage of Good Kings meant to rule forever?

Is the Dondon good because it always was, or was it worth Zelda's love in spite of the fear it initially provoked?

Either way, at the end of the game, evil is slain. Ganondorf is, not killed, but --like his angry BotW boar counterpart-- destroyed, as monsters tend to be. He explodes over the lands of Hyrule, freed from Darkness; freed from everything wrong, since the foreign menace that embodied it all was wiped out in one fateful sweep of a holy blade cradled in sacrificial love. Nothing wrong remains. The Sages reaffirm their vows to protect the kingdom forward, and a very human --hylian-- Zelda smiles: Hyrule now forever and ever basked in eternal Light.

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hd-junglebook · 3 months

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Edge of Exile

part 1

Following episode 9 Unity Day of the 100

You were escorted from your cell. The guard fixing you with a stern look as you both walk the all-too-familiar route away from maximum security.

"Don't cause any more trouble," he warns. you simply nod, too overwhelmed with anticipation to respond.

You were led through the halls to Mecha Station. The guard ushering you toward a small but cozy room. "Home sweet home," he says gruffly before departing.

You step inside the new room, making faces at his back as he walks away. This room was so different from your drafty, sterile cell in Prison Station. This space feels lived in. The desk was the same, your photos and colorful blankets placed neatly inside the room already.

The medium sized window that adorned one of the walls adding some natural scenery, just missing your drawings and paintings, each one a reflection of your innermost thoughts and emotions.

…

Your first week of freedom went better than you would have imagined.

At first, you were skeptical of his offer. Everyone knew how Jaha led - with an iron fist. You had witnessed his disregard for human life firsthand when he floated most of your friends. But his deal was your only chance to get out of that cell.

The work itself felt good. Kept your hands and mind busy, and finally able to use the skills that had been useless in your cell. The engineers even valued your input, unlike the guards who had tossed you in confinement.

These full, simple days of freedom were all anyone could wish for after surviving isolation. Every morning you reminded yourself to be thankful for this second chance, even if you didn't fully trust the man who had granted it.

Kane had only visited twice your release. Your stubbornness kept you from speaking, a trait you most definitely adopted from being around him so long. But no matter how much you tried pretending he didn’t exist anymore, he had always tried to be by your side.

You found it so hard to hate him. Even now when you think about it. They had placed you in indefinite lockup instead of death, if it were anyone else you would have been floated with the rest.

….

A soft knock sounded from your door, vibrating through the thin walls, waking you from your deep sleep. Bleary-eyed, you approached the door to find your grandmother standing there in the dimly lit corridor.

"Vera? What are you doing here so late?” you state, head lolling to the side.

She stepped inside, a small smile appearing on her lips. "I'm sorry to wake you, y/n. I couldn’t sleep but there’s something I wanted to ask you."

A look of confusion spreads across your face as you extend your hand, gesturing for her to sit at the small table as you shook off sleep. "What is it?"

"It's about your uncle, Kane."

You sighed, "What about him?" your voice came out harsher than intended as you crossed your arms, unwilling to yield. "You don't know what he put me through."

"You're right, I don't," she conceded softly. "But I know you. And I know holding onto bitterness will destroy the bright, brave girl I love."

“I won’t be alive for long. He's still family. His burden is heavy too. Will you at least try, for your old Grandma's sake?”

You let out a long breath, feeling your heart crack open despite yourself. You nodded reluctantly. Where Kane and you would end up, only time would tell.

Sadness filled her eyes. "Resentment will only poison your spirit, child. What's done is done. But you still have a choice - let go of the anger, or let it define you."

…

It was Unity Day, and the entire Ark was celebrating, minus you and the few engineers working to get the last three stations fixed up.

You had gotten to work the moment you woke up, Vera’s words still circling your mind. Sinclair had been first to join you, meeting in the remnants of flint station, helping you figure out the repairs for the damage.

Together, you both had spent hours poring over the manual, checking, and rechecking each step to make sure everything was done correctly.

Both of you taking turns going on breaks and grabbing snacks you had stolen from the eating hall, but for the most part, you were both fully focused on the task at hand.

The temperature in the room rose as well, making your work even more challenging. The air conditioning had been broken for weeks in flint station as if the mounting pressure of work wasn't enough.

You and Sinclair had pushed through it, determined to see this done.

The heat was stifling as you both crawled through the tight utility space, searching for the wiring short that was causing power fluctuations in Mecha Station. Rivulets of sweat dripped down your back.

"Phew, it's boiling in here," you complained, pushing past another bundle of wires. "Couldn't they have put in some AC?"

Sinclair chuckled. "Unfortunately for you y/n, the Ark wasn't built with comfort in mind. But don't worry, we're almost there."

You grumbled good-naturedly as he shuffled forward. your toolkit banging against the metal walls, the sound echoing in the tight space.

"Watch out for that junction box," Sinclair warned over his shoulder. You looked to the side and saw the hazard just in time and pivoted awkwardly around it.

"Thanks for the heads up. Wouldn't want to get zapped in here."

You reached the problem spot - a bundle of fraying wires with melted insulation. Sinclair gave a satisfied nod. "Just needs some fresh wraps and it'll be good as new."

As you both worked, Sinclair made quiet small talk, telling stories about past repairs and close calls he had with a coworker of his, Raven Reyes.

His calm expertise putting you at ease.

After another 30 minutes, all your hard, sweaty work paid off as you finally heard the hum of the machines coming back to life.

Packing up the tools, Sinclair nervously smiled at you. "You did great work today. With some more training, you'll make an excellent mechanic."

Pride swelled in your chest at the praise as you fanned yourself off from the heat. "Does this mean I get to do the fun zero-G jobs next?" you said jokingly.

He laughed heartily. "Maybe not just yet. But you've got a bright future ahead. Now let's get out of this sauna."

Grinning, you followed him out, grateful for his patience. Both of you let out a sigh of relief as you collapsed into a chair, exhausted, still drenched in sweat, sharing a fist bump before you stood and headed to the hallway to catch your breath, the sound of music and chatter filled the air.

The hallways decorated in banners and streamers recycled from the previous Unity Day adorned the walls.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you remembered that you needed to find Kane and your grandma before getting back to work.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, speed walking down the hall.

you turned a corner, eyes on the floor glancing at the confetti when you were jolted out of your thoughts as a blonde lady bumped into you, causing you to stumble backwards.

"Oof!" you gasped.

Quickly regaining your balance as you looked up to see who had collided with you. It was Diana Sydney.

Diana looked at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance, her mouth pinched into a thin line before quickly brushing past you and disappearing down the hall.

"Excuse me!" You called after her, irritation flaring. "You just ran right into me!"

She paused and half-turned, eyes scanning right through you with her dark eyes. "Did I?" she murmured dreamily before whisking away again.

You stood there rubbing your left shoulder where she had hit you, stunned by her complete lack of courtesy. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her reaction.

You had never met her before, but you had heard all the stories from your uncle about their shared time on the council.

You quickly made your way through the rest of the halls, passing by Jaha speaking to the citizens on the Ark and the delinquents on the ground through a broadcast.

His voice was firm as he spoke, pausing every so often to look at the faces in the crowd, stating that the ark would be sending down reinforcements within the next 3 days.

Just when you were about to give up your search, you spotted both Kane and your grandma off to the side of the room in the middle of a conversation.

Kane brushing off his mother’s request, about to walk away leaving Vera to stand alone to watch the unity speech.

Your heart ached at the sight, you couldn't understand why Kane would leave her like that.

You walked faster, almost in front of them when all of a sudden your thoughts were drowned out by a deafening boom as an enormous explosion rocked the station.

Your body lifted off the ground, a flying piece of metal stabbing your leg as you crashed to the floor. You felt a jolt of pain as your head smacked onto the surface, and everything went black.

...

When you came to, a groan escaped your lips, your whole body aching in pain from the fall. You look around to find yourself lying on the cold, hard surface of the floor. The footsteps vibrating on your face and muffled voices nearby.

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your head and you fell back down. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you struggled to move, your ears ringing and your vision blurry.

The feeling of wetness pooled on your thigh, a gasp escaping your lips when you looked down to examine your leg.

A gash stretched across the area above your knee. Your nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of your thigh jaggedly cut open.

With trembling hands you ripped off your sleeves to tie around your leg. Pain shot through your body in ripples the tighter you made the knot.

Shouts and screams all around you, the smell of smoke and burning filling your nostrils, panic set in as you frantically looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

It took a second for you to even understand how you ended up in this situation, how did this happen.

The chaos around you seemed to intensify as you looked around, noticing the number of people panicking, some of them injured and bleeding. The ground was littered with debris and shattered glass, and the walls were crumbling from the force of the explosion.

You spotted your grandmother lying on the floor impaled by a jagged piece of metal, your heart began to race, eyes widening at the sight of her blood pooling beneath her. The sight of Kane leaning over her, his voice trembling as he recited the Travelers Blessing.

"In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next,” he whispered, his eyes filled with tears. “Safe passage on your travels until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again," Kane said, spending his mother’s last moment comforting her.

Pushing down the swirling panic in your stomach, you focused only on putting one foot in front of the other. You couldn’t look at her anymore. The adrenaline dulling the pain coming from your gash slightly.

You limped forward slowly, the bodies of council members greeting you as they lay motionless on the ground. There were four of them, all of them unconscious.

Jaha approached from your side, concern etched on his face.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" he asked urgently.

"I - I think so," you stammered back, disoriented.

Kane stood from his place on the ground, closing vera’s eyes and coming over to where you stood with Jaha.

“You need to get out of here, they tried to kill you,” Kane said to him, voice shaking with fear and adrenaline.

“Do you realize it was Diana who tried to kill you, she’s the only one not here.” Jaha looked at you with a grave expression.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, looking to both you and Kane with urgency, “First priority is getting survivors to safety. Then we stop them before they cause any more harm” he said. “We have to lock down the ark.”

“Kane find Diana.”

….

The adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you and Kane walked down the dimly lit hallways, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the metal walls. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe.

Four skilled ark guards following in the rear behind Jaha, their weapons at the ready. Diana’s followers were not to be underestimated, they were fighting for their cause and would do anything to escape.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the end of the hallway where the exodus ship was docked.

The doors were sealed shut, the guards and Kane charged towards the door, using all their strength to break it down. To no avail, the door didn’t budge. Jaha begged Diana not to do this.

You spotted a long metal pry bar lying nearby and snatched it up.

"Use this!" You called, passing the bar to the nearest guard. He wedged it into the seam between the doors, the muscles in his arms bulging as he heaved with all his strength. They worked together, pushing with everything they had but it wasn’t enough.

Jaha persisted attempting to talk Diana down, “Diana, please! You don't want to be remembered like this!” The desperation clear in his voice.

“I won't be because you brought this on yourself, Jaha. You promised the people truth, and all you gave them were lies!”

Jaha paled in response, “You had me shot! You detonated a bomb in a public meeting, killing six innocent people, and now you want to kill everyone on this space station to satisfy your ego?”

Diana smirked, looking back to her followers “He is still lying to your face. There aren't enough dropships to get everyone to the ground.”

The men shared a look, Red deciding to break the ranks and save himself and sprinted forward, before anyone could react. Just out of your grasp, he had slipped through the open doors and seized the controls.

With a grinding screech, the massive doors began sliding closed, causing the dropship to begin its launch.

Sinclair began pleading with Jaha, his breathing heavy. “ Sir, we have to go right now! Everybody out! Get back behind the containment doors. Go, go, go! Please, sir.”

….

The ship was pitch black and the air was thick and heavy, causing sweat to bead on your skin despite the cool air lightly blowing around the halls. In the distance, a shuffling noise came from behind you.

Your heart rate quickened as you turned around, but there was no one there. But then, you heard it again, this time, it was closer. You strained your eyes, trying to make out any movement in the shadows.

The sound of footsteps bounced off the walls, slow and deliberate, as if whoever was making them was trying to be quiet. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your imagination, but the footsteps grew louder and closer.

Just as you were about to scream, a hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped and let out a gasp, as a familiar voice started to speak. “It's just me, Kane,” he said, his voice low and calm.

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to face him, thankful to see he was okay. In the faint light, you could see his tall figure looming over you on the floor.

“Can you stand up?' Kane asked, concern written on his face, the blood from your soaking the white fabric of your sleeves. You nodded yes and grabbed Kane's hand to stand up.

“We should look for everyone else,” he said, breaking the eerie silence. “We have to find Jaha.”

You nodded in agreement, relieved to have a goal in this unknown darkness.

…

Kane kept a steady hand under your arm while you slowly made your way down the hallway, leg throbbing with every step you took.

You both rounded a corner, stopping in the middle of the hallway as you stifled a groan when a spike of pain shot through your leg. Kane paused, his brow creased in concern. "Just a little farther," he encouraged.

You nodded, biting your lip as he continued walking you forward. The hall was eerily silent, a sudden clanging rang out, followed by a loud curse. You jumped abruptly, exchanging startled glances with Kane, heading forward to investigate the noise.

There on the floor was Wick, his arm caught in a doorway, tools scattered at his feet. He looked up at you in dismay. He was in a state of panic, his eyes wild with fear as he struggled to free himself.

"A little help here?" Wick pleaded, still trying in vain to free himself.

Kane sighed and moved to examine Wick's predicament. "What happened?"

"I was trying to override the door panel when it decided to eat my arm!" Wick explained in exasperation.

"What the hell happened, anyway?" wick said distracting himself while you and Kane use an axe to try and open the door.

Kane had a somber look on his face when he replied, "We were betrayed. Councilor Sydney... she took the Exodus ship by force. The damage to the Ark was catastrophic."

Wicks face turned in disgust, "What a bitch! You know, my mom voted for her."

You bit back an amused smile at the absurd situation despite the pain you were in. Only Wick could get into such a mess.

Once freed, Wick shook our hands gratefully. "I owe you both. Let’s look for everyone else."

With your leg burning in pain, you decided to separate and venture back to the med bay, you knew that they would be able to handle themselves and you were useless until you patched up your leg.

You could feel the warmth of the dark blood soaking through your pants, and you knew that you needed to find a safe place to tend to your wounds.

You hobbled through the wreckage of the ship, pushing the doors to the infirmary open.

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moonylantsovs · 2 months

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RULES | 2.03: REPERCUSSIONS

summary: gabriella kane and what is left of the hundred get separated from the dropship camp after the battle with the grounders. people who gabriella buried and mourned join them on earth. when she finds out most of her people are missing, she is ready to go through whatever she has to in order to get them back - even if that means making a truce with the grounders

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc (slowburn)

warnings: best friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to allies to lovers, swearing, daddy issues, blood and gore, minor character death, finn going insane

taglist: @lotr-got

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Walking through the forest for hours with only Murphy, Wells, Bellamy, Finn, Sterling and Monroe for the last few hours has been nothing but hell for Gabriella. She was forced to listen to Murphy trying to get her to talk to him while also listening to Finn slowly going out of his mind because he gets separation anxiety when he is away from Clarke for too long which was pretty sickening. It made no sense to her due to the fact that Wells' feeling were much stronger and lasted longer, and Finn and her were not even dating like Clarke and Wells were.

Hold on... were they even dating? Gabriella was not even sure about that entire love square which she tried to keep herself out of. When she thought about it, staying out of it should not involve her sleeping with Raven...but they had more important things to worry about.

"Alright, Murphy. Where to now?" Bellamy asked, slowing his pace at the front slightly, allowing Finn to take the lead once again.

Murphy sighed, stopped and lifted his tied wrists in front of him, making Wells practically slam into his back. Gabriella rolled her eyes when Murphy just ignored Wells' glare and grinned sarcastically at Bellamy. "What do you say we lose these first, huh?"

"No." Bellamy deadpanned. "Again."

"If we get attacked out here, I have nothing to defend myself with." Murphy said, looking at Gabriella pleadingly.

"Pity." The blonde drawled with a bored look on her face. "Guess we'll have to leave you behind and make the grounders take you first to buy us more time to run away."

None of them noticed Finn's walking come to a stop, until he turned around and untied Murphy's hands. Gabriella, Bellamy and Wells all gaped at Finn's retreating figure in surprise and shock. Out of all people, none of them expected for Finn to be the one to go easy on Murphy, especially after what he did to Raven.

"Thank you." Murphy called after him, having the exact opposite thoughts.

Gabriella pursed her lips and flashed Wells a small grin that did not quite reach her eyes but apparently did the trick because Wells knew just what she wanted him to do. So he sighed, adjusted the rifle on his shoulder and jogged up to catch up with Finn.

The Kane kept walking beside Bellamy while Murphy walked behind them.

"You think this is a good idea?" Bellamy finally asked, obviously referring to his choice of bringing Murphy along.

"It was your idea to bring him." Gabriella deadpanned and watched as Finn brushed past Wells and further away out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, only to make him take us to the grounder camp." Bellamy said, running his hand over his face. "But I'm worried now that Finn decided to let him go."

"Spacewalker will do anything to protect someone he loves and the girl of the month is Clarke." Gabriella said, trying to keep her nerves away by shrugging the conversation off. "If he thinks letting Murphy loose will do the trick then so be it. As long as somebody keeps a gun away from him at all times. We can handle Murphy."

"Can we?" Bellamy retorted, arching an eyebrow at his co-leader, who let out a slightly frustrated sigh.

They were not quiet for more than a second, before Murphy strolled over and in between them with a fake excited grin on his face "So, do I get a gun now?"

The only response he got was Bellamy pushing his shoulder roughly, making him quicken his pace.

The group was silent for a while when Murphy grabbed ahold of Gabriella's shoulders and tackled her to the ground while whispering in alarm. "Everybody down. Down."

Gabriella was quick to brush Murphy's hands off of her, pushing him back and making him fall on his back with a silent groan. She rolled her eyes at his actions and all of them moved so they could look at the camp properly.

"This is it. Told you I'd find it." Murphy said, and Gabriella swore she saw a flash of hesitance flash through his eyes but it was gone as soon as she saw it. She doubted he wanted to go back there.

Bellamy lifted his rifle to look through it and Gabriella tapped her fingers against her thighs in anticipation, suddenly wishing she snatched a rifle instead of a gun so she could see what was going on.

"I see nothing but grounders." Bellamy announced and looked taken aback when Finn growled in frustration next to him, he too seeing nothing. "Our people aren't here." He added but Finn only ignored him and kept staring at the camp through the rifle.

"Wait a minute." Finn spoke up after a moment of staring at the same spot. "They've got stuff from our dropship."

"Maybe they know where our people are, then." Wells said, trying to be optimistic as always.

"Or maybe they killed them already." Murphy spoke up bitterly, receiving a kick in the shin from Gabriella and a shove on his shoulder from Wells.

"Son of a bitch." Finn suddenly hissed, making all attention shift to him.

"What?" Gabriella asked with wide eyes. "What is it?"

"The guy with the one eye." Finn said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but to Gabriella, it was not.

"Spacewalker, I can't see shit..." Gabriella hissed, only for Bellamy to cut off her words by showing his rifle in her hands so she would be able to see what they did.

Gabriella blinked in surprise but muttered a quiet "thank you" before she lifted the rifle to find the guy that Finn was talking about. She knew who it was as soon as she saw a grounder with a huge scar on his right eye.

"Around his neck."

When Gabriella focused better on the grounder's neck, her eyes widened at the sight of the familiar golden watch hanging there.

"What is it?" Wells asked, getting inpatient when he wasn't seeing anything either.

"He has Clarke's watch. The one that belonged to her dad." Gabriella told them, trying to keep her voice firm when in reality, she was freaking out.

"She wouldn't give that up without a fight." Wells said, stating the obvious.

"Neither will we." Finn all but growled, making Gabriella share worried looks with Bellamy and Wells.

Finn Collins was slowly losing his mind and there was no one that could keep him on the right road besides the one person they were all looking for.

After a few minutes of the group silently debating what their plan was gonna be, Bellamy let out a sigh. "Okay. Finn, Wells and Gabi are with me. Sterling, Monroe, stay here, out of sight. If this thing goes south, take out the other grounders, but don't shoot the grounder with the watch. Copy?"

"Copy."

"What about Murphy?" Monroe asked and the corner of Bellamy's twisted into a coy smirk, which Gabriella mirrored almost instantly when she put the pieces of his plan together.

"Yeah, do I get a gun now?" Murphy asked nonchalantly, not sensing the shift in the mood.

"Something like that."

To Gabriella's amusement, Bellamy's plan was to use Murphy as bait to lure the grounder out just in time for them to ambush him and drag him somewhere so they could get him to tell them where their people were.

Murphy ended up having to hit two rocks together, which only added to Gabriella's amusement. He looked so stupid she had to fight the urge to laugh as she watched him run away from his spot on a rock when the grounder got closer.

Gabriella straightened her posture and tightened her grip on Bellamy's rifle which she was still holding when the grounder passed in front of them, not seeing her, Bellamy and Murphy hiding behind a three. His obliviousness gave Gabriella enough time to lift the rifle in her hand and kick the back of his head which resulted in him falling down unconscious.

The blonde used the heel of her worn out boots to push the grounder's head, making sure he was actually unconscious. When he did not move, the rest of them made their way outside of their hiding spots.

Finn did not waste any time and got on his knees in front of the unconscious grounder to take Clarke's watch off his body, putting it into the pocket of his jacket afterwards.

"We have to take him somewhere quiet. We can't do this out in the open with fifteen other grounders around." Wells said, looking around like he was just waiting for another grounder to jump out.

"I know just the place.”

Finn brought them to the bunker he found for Clarke which was not that big of a surprise for Gabriella. No one but she and Finn went to the bunker and the mere sight of it only brought back the memories of Murphy's banishment and Charlotte's suicide.

Yeah, she hated the kid but it was not nonchalant about seeing a twelve year old kill herself by jumping off a cliff because of the burden of a terrible mistake she made.

"We're gonna do this again, and this time you're gonna stop screwing with us. Where did you find this?" The sound of Bellamy's voice brought Gabriella out of her thoughts and back to the situation in hand.

"I told you. I found it outside your camp." The beaten up grounder responded, his words followed by a grunt of pain.

"He's lying." Finn sneered, his patience running thin. "She would never take it off voluntarily."

"I know." Wells told him quickly, still trying to be the voice of reason. "But maybe it fell off."

Finn ignored him, tightened his grip on the watch and shoved it in front of the grounder's face, yelling, "Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?"

"I never saw a girl."

"Another lie." Murphy drawled out, from his corner of the bunker. "I mean, maybe you should stop asking him so nicely."

"Shut up, Murphy." Bellamy did not hesitate to snap back but his attention turned towards his co-leader when she raised a hand.

"I mean he has a point." She admitted.

Wells rolled his eyes. "We're not torturing him.”

"Yeah, I mean, weren't you pretty much against it when you found out I tortured a grounder when you got poisoned?" Bellamy retorted, leveling Gabriella with a challenging look.

His words made Murphy's head snap up and he looked between Gabriella and Bellamy with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "Hold on, you were poisoned?"

"Yeah, because you were getting your hands dirty just to save only Wells' life." Gabriella explained, completely ignoring Murphy's question and keeping her eyes locked with Bellamy's. "I'm fine with torturing this guy if it means we're gonna find all of our people. I can live with that."

"Torturing isn't a way to motivate him." Wells exclaimed, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. "It will only make things worse."

"Well, sorry I didn't bring dog food with me, Charming." Gabriella snapped, turning around to give Wells an annoyed glare, frustrated that he did not seem to care about finding their people as much as she did.

"Where are our friends? You took them. We know you did. Just tell us where." Bellamy asked, looking down at the grounder and ignoring the silent argument going on behind his back.

Gabriella watched the grounder close his eyes, not saying anything else but that did not surprise her, judging by the fact that he has not said anything useful in the past hour they ha e been down here.

What she did not expect was for Finn to lift his gun a big and say, "Murphy is right. We're wasting time." Before either of them had a chance to process what was happening, Finn used the gun in his hand to punch the grounder across the face while yelling, "Answer the question! Hey! Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?"

Bellamy and Wells did not waste any time and they pulled Finn away from the grounder and as far away from him as they could.

"You don't want to do this. Trust me." Bellamy said, squeezing Finn's shoulder. "There are some lines you can't uncross."

His words made Finn snap back into reality for just a second, but as soon as Bellamy and Wells let him go, he did not hesitate to go back to punching the grounder. "Where's Clarke? Where is she?!" Wells got to Finn the fastest, but as soon as he tried to pull him off the grounder, Finn flinched away from his grasp and raised his gun at Wells' forehead. "Back off!"

"Finn, put the gun down." Gabriella told him calmly, suddenly feeling her blood run cold at the crazy look swimming in Finn's eyes.

The Collins boy did not even blink when he shifted his gun away from his friend and aimed it in the middle of the grounder's forehead.

"Three seconds." Finn yelled, after a beat, "Two!" and another, "One!"

Apparently threatening his life was enough to get the grounder to fess up. He let out a mix between a sigh and groan and spilled everything, "Okay! I'll tell you. Your friends are east of here. The village where we take our prisoners of war."

"East? Where? How do we get to them?" Finn asked, not moving his gun away from the grounder and keeping his fingers solemnly on the trigger.

"I can draw you a map." The grounder told him. "But you should hurry. Soon they'll outlive their usefulness."

With those words, Finn put the gun down, and did not break eye contact with the grounder as he ordered, "Get him something to draw a map."

Gabriella watched Monroe get them a couple pieces of paper while Sterling passed them an old pen, before she turned away from the scene, her hand slightly shaking.

Her gaze connected with Bellamy's worried one and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Finn was slowly losing it.

"And you thought I was the crazy one, huh?" Murphy spoke with an amused chuckle, walking up to stand between the leaders, clearly not noticing the tension in the air.

"Okay, what exactly is your point now?" Gabriella could not help but ask while glaring at Murphy. "We found the camp, which means we don't need him anymore."

"Please don't start." Wells pleaded from across the bunker, his face in the palms of his hands.

Gabriella knew she was not making the situation better but she also had to get the frustration out of her somehow, and snapping at Murphy was the best option. "I'm just saying: Finn is the tracker, Wells is the moral compass that prevents us from murdering more people, Bellamy and I are the leaders and the best gunners we have, Sterling and Monroe are the backup and John has no point anymore. He just talks a lot.”

"Yeah, well we aren't just gonna leave him to the grounders . . . "

Murphy seemed satisfied enough with that answer and strolled away from the two and toward some boxes across the bunker.

When he was out of earshot, Bellamy leaned down next to Gabriella, his breath fanning across her ear and his teasing words making a faint smile appear on her face.

" . . . yet."

"Gather up your gear and whatever stuff you found. We're leaving." Gabriella instructed, running a hand through her hair and watching Wells tuck the map the grounder drew for them in the pocket of his jacket.

"And what do we do with him?" Wells asked the blonde.

She looked back at the now gagged and tied grounder, grimacing at the blood sprawled across his face.

"For now, we leave him." Bellamy answered for her. "We'll deal with him when we're done."

"What if he escapes?" Murphy asked. "He knows exactly where we're going."

"We aren't killing him. We all have enough blood on our hands already, we don't need more." Gabriella exclaimed, quieting everyone except Murphy who was either looking for more ways to stay on her bad side or leaving a grounder alive was really bothering him that much.

"I'm not really seeing another option here. If we don't take care of this now, this is gonna blow back on us and you know that." Murphy argued and Bellamy was quick to shoot back.

"He's unarmed, Murphy."

"He's a grounder." Murphy all but growled, the reason for his dislike for grounders plainly obvious. When everyone stared at him with blank expressions on their faces he threw his arms up in the air. "Really? Come on. Tell them.”

"I don't know." Monroe shook her head uncomfortably.

"You don't know what? He's gonna tell his people everything. We're as good as dead. Our friends, too."

Gabriella's glare directed toward Murphy became more intense as she repeated, "We're not killing him. And, need I remind you, they're our friends. Especially after you locked Jasper up and threatened to kill him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

She knew it was a low blow to mention Jasper, who Murphy grew quite close to on The Ark but they were not on The Ark anymore and he made that very clear.

"Exactly." Bellamy agreed, "End of discussion. You want him, you gotta go through me."

"And what exactly happened to you, huh?" Murphy taunted him, "You're talking like you've never killed a grounder before."

"That was in battle." He defended himself, "This would be an execution--"

The argument was cut short when a loud shoot rang through the bunker and they all jumped in surprise, turning around to see the grounder on the floor with a bullet hole in the side of his head, Finn standing above him with his gun raised in front of him.

"Let's get moving." Was all Finn said, before brushing past the stunned delinquents and exiting the bunker, leaving behind the only piece of sanity he had left.

#the 100 #bellamy blake #john murphy #clarke griffin #bellamy blake imagine #raven reyes #the 100 rewrite #octavia blake #bellamy blake x oc #john murphy x oc #bellamy blake x reader #john murphy x reader #wells jaha

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The fierce and broken

Parings: Raven Reyes x reader

Warnings: None

Chapter: 2.11

“John?”

Murphy stopped bouncing the ball in his hand against the wall and looked at you, “What?” He frowned, seeing the book in your hand. “Don’t tell me, it’s another question about some damn love story again.”

You let out a chuckle, “Well kinda.”

He rolls his eyes and starts bouncing the ball again, tutting. “What is it this time?”

“Do you think true love exists? Like the type of love they describe in books? The kinds where you’d kill or be killed for them. I can’t imagine it being real.”

“And you're asking me?” He scoffs. “How the hell would I know? The only person I tolerate is you.”

You chuckle at his words before returning your attention to the latest book you’d borrowed from the library. Your eyes skimmed over the pages as you thought about your own question. The truth was, aside from John, you couldn’t imagine caring about anyone who wasn’t your parents enough to risk your own life to save theirs.

—

Your heart leaps in your chest the moment the chamber doors open. Bellamy. You knew he’d come back.

He rushed to your cage and unlocked it before helping you stand. He quickly turns to unlock Echo’s and says, “Listen to me. There's an army inside this room, and I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that? Good. Start with him.”

The other grounders start to rattle their cages in excitement as you start to unlock other cages, which makes it harder to hear what Bellamy is saying.

“There's an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here, and…”

He is cut off by a voice on the P.A. System. “My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all of our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It's kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we've had to do to survive. We've done these things for one reason... so that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.”

“He's making it public!”

“Before my friend Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the outsiders still roaming this mountain, she discovered a cure. It was in their bone marrow.”

You shake your head, this wasn't good. “Whatever your plan is, Bell, we better do it fast. We don’t have long before they come here.”

He nods in agreement and heads towards the doors again.

“Where are you going?” Echo asks.

“We need to find our people. You should get the rest of yours ready to fight. Once we’ve found ours, we will come back for you.”

The grounder looks stunned for a moment, then says, “Thank you!”

Bellamy looked back at her, “You free your people. Protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we're all outside.”

—

You jumped at the sound of a gunshot. When Bellamy opened the door to the room, you were shocked to see a dead soldier lying on the ground with blood pooling around his head.

“We need to get everyone into the harvest chamber. You'll be safer there.”

“Will it be safe?” Jasper asks.

“Trust us, it’s safer than here.”

You shift uncomfortably when you feel eyes on you. You look down and remember why people would stare. The only thing covering your modesty was dirty and bloodied bandages. Maya sensed your uneasiness and took off her cardigan and gave it to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

She gives you a kind smile before stepping back to stand beside her father. Her father looked proud that his daughter was being so kind. You wondered if your father would be proud of you and the things you’d done to survive.

“Let's go,” Bellamy says, clenching his jaw and turning to face the opposite end of the corridor before leading the way.

—

As you, Bellamy, Miller, Monty, Jasper, and Maya rushed towards the harvest chamber, your footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The tension was thick after Monty informed you that the mountain men knew about the grounders' army after hearing the plan over the radio.

You had been so preoccupied with trying to save your people in the mountains that you hadn’t stopped to think about the ones outside. Are they safe? Are they even alive?

You swallow down thickly, as it takes a moment for the panic to leave your system. You needed to prepare yourself for an answer you didn’t want to hear. “Did you speak to Raven? Before you came back for me?” Bellamy nods. “How was she?”

“Raven is going to do what she does best.”

You think for a second before a small smile plays on your lips, “She’s going to make something go boom.”

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Time To Take Up Arms - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Eleven

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Summary: This is it. The Grounders are coming for them and the 100 have to be prepared. And this is exactly what they did ever since the hope for peace between them and the Grounders was blown up by the latter. War was the only thing left for them to do and the natives of the earth made it clear to them. They had the numbers and the knowledge of the land but the teenagers had fire power. And when they saw the Ark’s stations fell down the sky, they knew help was coming...

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: The 100 season 1 spoilers (specifically episode 12 and 13 “We Are Grounders Part 1 & 2″), some violence, explosion, lots of blod, slashed hand :), swearing, breakdown, angst, ANGST, cry of grief

The Grounder rode them across the forest and stopped the horse upon arriving near another brazier. He slid off his mount and while Michelle got off on her own, he helped Clarke off and cut her ties, freeing her hands. As Michelle stepped beside Clarke, a figure moved behind the fire and approached them, revealing himself.

“Finn?” Her eyes had widened when she saw him and her whole being was overwhelmed with relief as she rushed to him, embracing him. Michelle stood behind, crossing her arms. She wasn’t as happy as Clarke, but she was glad he was safe and sound. Finn glanced behind the blonde and exchanged a nod with Michelle. When they softly broke their hug, the latter slowly approached. They turned their heads to the Grounder, and he took off his mask, revealing the face fo the very Grounder they had held captive some time ago.

“Lincoln saved my life. He killed one of his own people to do it.” Clarke then walked towards Lincoln, pointing at the brazier by their side.

“The signal fire? That was you?”

“We needed a distraction.”

“I’d say it worked.” Finn declared.

“Not well enough.” He said, frowning as another brazier on the other side of the forest was extinguished.

“What’s it mean?” Spacewalker wondered.

“Means Anya knows Clarke and Michelle aren’t dead. We need to hurry.” He moved the horse to the side and sent it in the forest with a slap on its rump and it left, galloping. “Let’s hope they follow the horse.”

“Hey, what do we do now?”

“Now we run.” Lincoln retorted as the three teenagers glanced at each other before running off after the Grounder. “Come on. It’s right up here.”

“What is?” Finn asked whilst running behind the tall man.

“Someplace they won’t follow.” He led them to a large opening in the rocks, almost ressembling a door frame. Clarke, Finn and Michelle stood in front of it, catching their breath.

“Wait.” Clarke glanced around in panick. “Where does it lead?”

“Everywhere. There’s a tunnel near your camp. If we make it through, we’ll get there before Tristan.” He then urged them to go upon hearing horses neighing, approaching their location. The other Grounders had gotten to them, and they had to go right now, so they did. They bent over and rushed inside the tunnel, soon followed by Lincoln before the othes reached him. It was obvious that it was because they knew where the four were going that they didn’t follow them right away. They had very little time to get to the camp before Tristan, Anya and the other Grounders. Lincoln lit up a small fire after they stopped in the dark of the mines.

“You were right, they didn’t follow us.” Finn noted.

“They know where we’re going.” Michelle glanced at him.

“Yes. Also because Reapers use these tunnels.” He added, his eyes looking around cautiously, speaking in a low tone. “Tristan wouldn’t risk running into them.”

“What the hell’s a Reaper?”

“Pray you never find out.” Lincoln replied to Finn, raising the torch he lit with the fire on the ground. They stood up but the Grounder grunted as he got on his feet.

“Lincoln, you’re hit.” Finn frowned in concern. Michelle widened her eyes when as he moved, she noticed an arrow piercing through his back. Clarke stopped him.

“Hey, let me look at that.” Lincoln reluctantly let her and handed the torch to Finn. Clarke observed the arrow in his back and then turned to his front and lifted his shirt. There was no exit wound. The arrow’s tip was fully inside of his torso.

“I’ve fought battles with worse wounds than this.”

“We’re not in a battle right now.” Clarke retorted quietly.

“Yes, we are.” He argued, wincing. Clarke stopped examinating him and looked up at him.

“Why are you helping us?”

“This can’t just be about Octavia.” Michelle glanced at Finn before turning her head to Lincoln, frowning slightly, wondering as well what it was all about and why he even helped them. She already started wondering when he didn’t put the two of them down after Anya ordered him to do so, but Lincoln kept quiet, just staring at Finn.

“Fine, don’t tell us. Give me your knife.” After he gave it to her, she handed it over to Michelle. “Heat the blade.” Finn lowered the torch over the knife, and she kept it over the dancing flame. “You might want something to bite down on.”

“You people are so soft. If you don’t learn to be more— Aah!” He let out a growl when Clarke pushed the arrow through his torso, exiting his abdomen. Shaking, he broke the tip of the arrow so she could pull the rest out. He silently, looked at Clarke over his shoulder. “What my people are doing to yours is wrong.”

“Here.” Michelle handed over the heated knife to Clarke, the blade glowing red from the contact with the fire. She took it and turned back to Lincoln and as he held up his coat and shirt, she rested the burning blade against his skin for a second to cauterize the wound. Lincoln kept his mouth shut, silencing a groan, his muscles tensing up suddenly. He let out a breath when she took it off but looked away, clenching his jaw when she repeated the motion on the entering wound caused by the arrow. It was only then that they started moving again, walking silently through the tunnels down the rails, Finn holding up the torch to light their way. Bats were squeaking and flying above their heads, their high-pitched little screams echoing all throughout the mines. They stopped momentarily and Lincoln took his notebook, leafing through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

“If you’ve never been down here, how’d you map it?” Finn interrogated. Michelle was looking down at the pages of the notebook until she saw Clarke staring ahead from the corner of her eyes. She raised her head and stepped towards the blonde, frowning, wondering what was going on. They couldn’t see much. The tunnel was plunged in the dark apart from a very faint light coming the other way, a distant howling reaching their ears.

“What is that?” Michelle inquired. There was a short silence before Lincoln’s voice rose behind the two girls.

“Reapers.” He grabbed the torch from Finn’s hand and dunked it in a puddle on the side of the tracks to put out the fire and conceal their presence from the Reapers. Lincoln touched their shoulders as he walked past them, silently telling them to move along. Almost holding their breaths as they slowly walked down the tunnel.

“This can’t be the only way. Check the map.” Finn suggested in a whisper. Michelle rolled her eyes. Maybe she’d rather have him dead, it would probably be less annoying than have him around.

“If you wanna get home before Tristan slaughters your people, this is the only way.” As they reached the adjacent tunnel, where the monsters that were presumably the Reapers were, they crouched down. The figures they saw move around a dozen feet away from them resembled wild animals, savage beasts in the way they behaved. Just a glimpse was needed to confirm what was said about those people. They were monsters and you didn’t want to come across them.

“Guys. The carts.” Michelle and Clarke glanced at him when he addressed them and they looked at what he was pointing out, noticing tarps covering body-like shapes crammed in the carts. They frowned as they realized it didn’t just look like bodies, it was literally a pile of bodies, with a leg hanging out one of the carts.

“What the hell?” Michelle breathed out, in disbelief. This was insane. Lincoln turned to the three of them.

“Tunnel on the right will lead you through the woods near your camp. Take this.” He gave his book to Finn, and he slipped it inside of his jacket.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked the Grounder.

“I’m gonna lead them away. Wait until they follow me. Then run.” He instructed, looking at Clarke, Finn and Michelle. “For Octavia.”

“Wait a second.” Clarke bent over to him as she wasn’t crouched. “If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

“Worry about yourselves. Most of Tristan’s rangers will be at your gat by nightfall.” He retorted. “But he’ll send riders ahead, scouts. All of you have to be gone before they arrive.”

“One of them’s coming.” Finn alerted Lincoln.

“Where are we supposed to go?” The blond asked him before he left the three of them here.

“In my book, there’s a map. Chart a course to the Eastern Sea. There’s a clan there, led by a woman called Luna. A friend. Tell her I sent you.”

“Thank you.” Finn whispered.

“Just get Octavia out of there.” He said before rushing at the Reaper when the latter turned to his peers and had his back to the Grounder. He pulled out his machete and stabbed him, letting his body fall to his knees. Upon seeing one of them get killed, another Reaper let out a piercing yell, soon imitated by the others as they ran after Lincoln in the opposite direction to where the three teenagers were supposed to go, to clear the way for them to escape and reach the camp before the other Grounders. The second they disappeared in another tunnel; they ran.

“Oh my god, did you see that?” Clarke stood by the cart, looking at the limbs hanging over the edge, in shock.

“Clarke, we need to keep moving.” Finn reminded her. She ignored him and pulled the tarp to the side, revealing somebody still alive, mumbling at their sight and weakly trying to stretch out his hand to them. They widened their mouths and eyes, flabbergasted by their gruesome discovery. The Reapers were fed dying people but, how did they get them? Suddenly, Michelle heard a growl nearby and she stepped back.

“Clarke, look out!” Finn rushed at Clarke when he saw a Reaper staring at them. The boy got pinned down, struggling against the monster of the mines. When the Reaper put his hands around Finn’s neck and started squeezing, Michelle grabbed the gun still hanging from her shoulders and violently hit the wild man in the head. The blow was so strong, his forehead was cut open and blood covered his face. Finn caught his breath, leaning on his elbows, he glanced up at Michelle as she passed the handle of the gun around her shoulders, and she nodded briefly at him.

“They’re coming back.” Clarke helped him up. “Finn, come on, we’ve gotta go. Get up. Get up.”

“What the hell was that back there?” Clarke wondered anxiously, pivoting on her feet. They were out of the mines, now standing in the forest. The sun had risen already. “Why would they keep them alive?”

“How the fuck do they even get these bodies?” Michelle brought her hand to her face and rested the palm of it oever her temple and forehead. “They had the same tattoos some Grounders have, that’s… what the fuck…”

“I swear to God. The more we learn about this place, the less we know.” At the sound of water splashing behind her, Clarke turned around and went to crouch near him as he feverishly rubbed the blood off his face. The blood that had fallen on him when she struck the Reaper. Clarke took Finn’s hand in hers to calm him down. “He would’ve killed us.”

“I’m sorry, Finn. At least, that blood isn’t on your hand. I had a weapon, I used it.” She felt bad because it definitely took a toll on him. The look he gave Michelle was a silent thank you and she took it sith a brief but comforting smile.

“And you did what you had to, Michelle.” Clarke added in a soft voice. “We all have.”

“I should’ve fought for you.” He then told Clarke.

“Finn, don’t.” Michelle crossed her arms and looked around so as not to stare them down while they spoke. It would be awfully awkward.

“Clarke.” There was a silence before he continued. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” That was the last thing she heard clearly as she walked away to give them some space to themselves. He told her point blank that he loved her. She didn’t hear that from Murphy. It brought confusion in her head, clouding her thinking. There was more than sex to whatever there was between the two of them. It didn’t feel like they were just together to hook up, but she wondered if he had the same feelings as her. Maybe it wouldn’t be a long-lasting relationship but it sure was a nice time. If it wasn’t to last forever, she would one day find the right person. She hoped. She was snapped out of her thoughts when an explosion sounded in the distance, suddenly tunring around. She came back running to Finn and Clarke.

“What was that?” Michelle asked.

“It came from the camp.” Finn stated.

“We’re too late.” Clarke exclaimed and her and Finn jolted on their feet, and they all ran to the camp at high speed. As they approached camp grounds, they heard Miller yell to the others when he saw them.

“Wait! Hold your fire. It’s Clarke, Michelle and Finn. Open the gate.”

“Clarke, Michelle and Finn are back!” Someone cheered while they entered, running.

“Hey, we heard an explosion. What happened?” Clarke asked Bellamy, worried.

“Murphy happened.” He frowned and stared down Michelle as if it was somehow partially her fault.

“Thank God.” Jasper ran to Clarke and hugged the blond in relief. “Where have you been? Where’s Monty?”

“You didn’t find Monty yet?” Michelle was genuinely concerned and looked around at everyone. Clarke was confused.

“Monty’s gone?”

“Clarke, we need to leave now.” Finn spoke up, addressing everyone in camp. “All of us do. There’s an army of Grounders unlike anything we’ve ever seen… coming for us right now. We need to pack up what we can and run.”

“Like hell, we do.” Bellamy argued. “We knew this was coming.”

“Bell, we’re not prepared.” Octavia retorted.

“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”

“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.” Finn told him.

“You saw Lincoln.”

“Yeah.” He nodded at Octvia.

“You expect us to trust a Grounder?” Bellamy rose his voice, almost yelling. “This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands. Our dead are buried behind that wall, in this ground. Our ground. The Grounders think that they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here. But they’re yet to realize one very important fact. We are on the ground now. And that means we are Grounders.”

“Yeah!” People cheered in support to his little speech.

“Grounders with guns.” Another declared.

“Damn right.” Bellamy nodded. “I say let them come.”

“Bellamy’s right.” Clarke spoke up. “If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world… we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn’t change the simple fact… that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So, pack your things. Just take what you can carry. Now.”

Chattering loudly, everyone turned around and walked in opposites direction to do as Clarke said and get ready to leave camp soon. Michelle glanced at their peers as she and Clarke faced Bellamy. Octavia approached Finn from the side.

“Where is he?” She asked him. He didn’t say anything and just handed her the things Lincoln gave them back when they were escaping through the mines when suddenly, a cry for help came for an opening on the side of the enclosure wall of the camp. It was Raven. She was limping pretty severely and couldn't put her right foot on the ground at all, using the wall to support her and move forward.

“Raven.” Bellamy jogged to her, followed by Clarke, Michelle and Finn.

“Murphy shot her.” Jasper declared and Michelle felt like her heart missed a beat.

“Get her into the drop ship.” Clarke ordered as Finn carried Raven in his arms and rushed inside. The blonde was about to go after the two but Bellamy stopped her, placing his arm in her way.

“Clarke. Leaving here is a mistake.”

“The decision’s been made.” She retorted and Michelle stepped back to not get dragged into that argument because she wouldn’t know what to say to each of them if they asked for her opinion. Moreover, she had been shaken by the news of Murphy shooting Raven and couldn’t quite figure out what could have led to this happening. It must have been somewhat of an accident. She couldn’t believe he would deliberately hurt her so badly and maybe even making her disabled.

“Crowds make bad decisions. Just ask Murphy.” He kept trying to talk her out of this, but Michelle could see in her eyes that the blonde was pretty decided already. “Leaders do what they think is right.”

“I am.” She simply stated before walking away from him. Michelle clenched and unclenched her hands repeatedly, looking around. She wanted to move and follow Clarke as the latter headed for the dropship to go to Raven but she was still preoccupied by what happened with Murphy and for some reason, felt like it was her fault, even though it was absolutely not. She had feelings for Murphy, that was it. She wasn’t in control of him and seeing her trying to contain her agitation made Bellamy speak up as he was still standing near her.

“This wasn’t your fault, Michelle.” She turned to him, and he locked his gaze in her dark eyes.

“Where is he?” She asked softly.

“He blew up a hole in one of the walls and took off.” She nodded at his answer, looking at the ground and finally walked away, taking the same direction as Clarke so as to join her and get ready to go.

“Gunners, at the ready.” Along other teenagers of the group, Michelle held a gun to her shoulder, her sharp gaze watching their surroundings as the first came out of the camp compound.

“Keep your eyes open.” Another said. They slowly walked into the woods, on the look out. Raven was being transported on a makeshift stretcher, towards the back of the group. She put her worries for Murphy aside and focused on trying to keep safe her peers and her friends and family among them. When Bellamy and Clarke followed, the young man holding a gun, Michelle went to walk along them. Which reassured Clarke as her friend and sister wouldn’t be on the front line. After a brief moment, Octavia stretched out her arms, raising her hands and everyone stopped in their tracks, watching the woods, almost holding their breath, the gunners clung to their weapons.

“Grounders!” Jasper shouted at the top of his lungs, and they turned around, running back to the camp in a haste, yelling in panick, pushing each other to get through the gate in time and back inside the walls.

“Shut the gate! Shut the gate!” Finn instructed. Michelle and Bellamy climbed up on the plateflorm made inside the camp to serve as lookout posts and aimed into the woods, scanning the area. The descendant of Grounders’ soldiers that was Michelle was on full mode war right now, even though Murphy was kind of still on her mind obviously but if she wanted to see him again and get her answers, she had to make it out alive first. Now, she was not only worried about his whereabouts, she also worried for her survival and that of her friends. The gat got finally closed and Clarke joined Bellamy and Michelle and looked out into the woods.

“Where are they? Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy wondered impatiently.

“Because we’re doing exactly what they wanted us to do.” Clarke figured and turned around to look at Finn, standing there. “Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive.”

“If it’s just scouts, we can fight our way out.” Octavia chimed in, determined. “That’s what Lincoln would do.”

“We’re done doing what that Grounder would do. We tried it and now Drew is dead.” Bellamy retorted and jumped off the lookout spot and he pointed at the boy’s corpse lying in the dirt, a weapon into his skull. “You wanna be next?”

“That Grounder saved our lives.” Finn told him. “I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there’s one scout out there.”

“Yeah, and by the time we found this out and try to fight them, the rest of them will be here and they’ll kill all of us.” Michelle declared from the lookout, standing beside Clarke.

“Clarke, we can still do this.” Michelle sighed and rolled her eyes at Octavia’s insistence.

“They’re looking to you, princess.” Bellamy added.

“Clarke, we need to stand our grounds here. We go out there again and we’re all dead before we even know it. Thinking we can win this in the woods is stupid.” Michelle persevered with her reasoning, trying to persuade her and make her see that it was their only option. Clarke took a second of silence, pondering her choices for everyone’s sake. She glanced at Michelle. Her words had some weight to them. The latter spent her time on the Ark studying the tactis of war from the battles of the old days.

“What’s it gonna be?” Bellamy continued. “Run and get picked off out in the open… or stand and fight back?”

“Clarke.” The blonde and Michelle shared a knowing glance and Clarke turned to look into the woods before jumping off the lookout. She seemed to have taken a decision now. Finn grabbed her arm as she walked by him.

“Clarke, if we’re still her when Tristan gets here—” She cut him off.

“Lincoln said “scouts”. More than one. He said “Get home before the scouts arrive.” Finn, they’re already here.” She then turned around and looked at Bellamy. “Looks like you’ve got your fight.”

“Okay, then.” He rose his voice for everyone to hear his words. “This is what we’ve been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed.”

“Get down.” Clarke motioned for Michelle to approach, and the latter obliged. “You fight from inside, okay? Your aim will do us more good if you stay alive and unwounded.”

“Okay.” She sighed but let her have this one ready to get back to her post, but Clarke grabbed her arm and led her to Bellamy along with her.

“So how the hell do we do this?” She inquired and he motioned for them to follow. They got in the dropship. Raven had been put in one of the seats in the dropship and the five of them stood around a table on which Bellamy had scened the camp grounds with toy soldiers here and there, a walkie talkie in hands in case someone out there needed to communicate anything to him, like if the Grounders arrived for the attack.

“We’ve got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take. Roughly 500 rounds of ammo.” Bellamy announced. “While you three were gone,” he looked at Finn, Michelle and Clarke. “we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.”

“Partially mined, thanks to Murphy.” Raven corrected and Michelle looked away.

“Still, it’s the main route in.” Bellamy pursued. “If the Grounders use it, we’ll know. She also built grenades.”

“That’s not many.” Clarke observed.

“Again, thank you, Murphy.”

“We’ll make them count.” He said as he handled one of the explosives and put it back in the box that contained them. “If the Grounders make it through the front gate… guns and grenades should force them back.”

“And then?” Clarke wondered.

“Then we close the door and pray.” Raven replied weakly

“And pray what?” She turned to the injured mechanic. “That the ship keeps them out? Because it won’t.”

“Then let’s not let them get through the gate.” He turned on the radio to deliver an instruction to the people out of the walls. “All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties. As many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That’s the plan.”

“That’s always your plan.” Finn stared at Bellamy. “Just like the bomb at the bridge.”

“Damn right. You got a better idea?”

“It can’t be that simple.” Clarke whispered under her breath, observing the recreation of the camp on the table. The boys stopped talking and glanced at her silently as she turned to Raven. This time, even Michelle had no idea what went through her head but as she talked to Raven, she started to get it. “You said there’s fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs.”

“I also said we got no gunpowder left.”

“I don’t wanna build a bomb. I want a blast off.”

“Draw them in close.” Raven nodded, staring back at the blonde. “Fire the rockets. A ring of fire.”

“Barbecued Grounders. I like it.” Bellamy approved, obviously.

“Will it work?” Finn queried and Raven took a second to think.

“The wiring’s a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, I’ll cook them real good.”

***

While everybody was preparing for the uncoming attack of the Grounders, going on about their business here and there in the camp, they all stopped and raised their eyes when they heard drums beating in the forest. Michelle tightened her grip on her gun, taking a deep breath in and out. She looked at Bellamy as he stood nearby and he seemed anxious about what was coming their way, and rightfully so. She watched him jog to the tunnel and she went along with him despite Clarke asking her to stay inside the walls. She needed to be with the other gunners. He looked at her as they got there and simply acknowledged her presence and nodded as they crouched next to Monroe and Miller in the foxhole, looking out in the woods.

“Where’s Octavia?” Bellamy asked as he armed his gun.

“She left five minutes ago. Didn’t say where to.” Miller answered. “She thinks she’s a damn samurai.”

“You see anything?”

“No.” Monroe said, her voice betrayed how freaked out she was. “What the hell are they waiting for?”

“The longer they wait, the better. This is about buying time for Raven.” Bellamy declared.

“I see them!” They heard Sterling exclaiming over the radio. “They’re moving! I count one, two, three… No wait there’s four. I don’t man! There’s too damn many of them!”

“Who was that?” Bellamy inquired upon hearing gunfire further away from their position.

“Sterling, I think.” Miller assumed. “South foxhole.”

“South foxhole, report now!” Bellamy ordered. There was some more gunshots that sounded in the distance but they eventually got a response.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re okay. They didn’t attack. It’s like shooting at ghosts.” Suddenly, they saw figures move behind the trees, running in the shadows.

“There. I see them!” Monroe cried out and her and Miller started shooting. Michelle only pressed the trigger when she locked on a target and the Grounder she aimed fell to the ground. She didn't start shooting random bursts into the forest like the two others, who got called to order by Bellamy.

“Stop. Stop. Hold your fire. Hold fire!” Monroe’s gun clicked, announcing that she emptied it by shooting around. “Reload. Now.”

“Those were our last clips.” Bellamy looked at Miller in bewilderment and disconcert.

“We sh- we should fall back.” Monroe stuttered.

“No. If this position falls, they walk right to the front door.” Bellamy reloaded his gun and glanced at Michelle. “It’s you and me now, Michelle. Save your ammunition.”

“Sure thing.” She nodded and was already looking out again, watching for a target to aim at. Garbled voices over the radio, gunfire resounding in the forest and over that, Bellamy trying to reach out to the other foxholes in a haste. The situation was getting worse as time went by and everyone could see it. They wouldn’t last long in there and at some point, they would be forced to go back to camp and hold. Just hold and resist, fighting back the Grounders. Michelle tried to shoot at one of them as he ran from a tree to another, but she narrowly missed, and the bullet only scratched the Grounder’s arm.

“They’re everywhere.” Jasper’s voice rose from the two-way radio. “Harper, get down. We need backup!” There were gunshots followed by an explosion and screams. “Raven, our mines actually work. Yes!”

“That’s some good news.” Michelle stated as she shot a Grounder in the leg.

“Jasper…” Clarke’s voice came up. “we need you in the drop ship. Right now.”

“Negative.” Bellamy opposed. “We can’t give up the west woods.”

“The west woods are mined, Bellamy.” She argued. “The Grounders just figured that out. Jasper, get in here.”

“All gunners listen up.” Jasper addressed. “The Grounders are not attacking. They’re making us waste bullets. Don’t shoot when they’re running laterally.”

“Jasper’s right.” Bellamy grabbed the radio. “Don’t fire until you’re sure it’s attack. Repeat. Do not fire until, you are sure.” There was a hot minute of silence and calm. The Grounders had stopped moving around and the 100 held their breath, until a wave of their enemies started running at them, yelling.

“Here they come!” Miller declared and as they fired and killed some, he turned around when he saw the other girl run back to camp. “Monroe, get back here!”

“Bellamy!” Michelle shot at a Grounders that jumped over and fall on the latter, grunting loudly and she let out a long, sharp and high-pitched yell when the blade of a machete hit the palm of her hand. She felt like it almost hit the bones in her hands as she fell on the ground and the blade left her flesh, leaving a deep and nasty cut across her palm and she held her wrist in pain, caught by Miller in her fall. While Bellamy struggled against the Grounder, Miller helped Michelle up and she kept the palm of her hand turned to the sky, blood flowing down her skin and falling on the ground. Next thing they knew, the Grounder got stabbed in the head by a sword and Octavia appeared behind him.

“Admit it. You want one.” She breathed out with a smirk when suddenly, an arrow lodged in her thigh, and she lost her balance.

“Miller, Michelle, fall back.” He hadn’t realized how badly Michelle was hurt as well but the latter just sucked it up and tried to keep her hand in a fist to put pressure on the bleeding and she ran back to camp along with Miller. Bellamy would be just fine bringing Octavia back and Michelle needed care immidietaly, at least a tight bandage all around her hand or she would just bleed out and die. She ran for the dropship, jerky breathing because of fatigue that the significant blood loss was beginning to cause. She stumbled as she walked up the dropship's door to get in but caught herself on the wall with her right hand and took a few awkward steps inside. Clarke was kneeling next to a collapsed Raven when she heard the noise her steps made, and she stood up.

“Michelle—” When she saw in what state the hand of her dear friend was, she widened her eyes. There was so much blood that she couldn’t even tell how bad the injury was but given how livid Michelle’s face looked, it must have been pretty bad.

“We got attacked. A Grounder slashed my hand.” She articulated, swallowing harshly. Clarke rushed to her and brought her to a seat and settled her there. She went to grab a bucket and filled it with water and got a few cloths lying on the metallic table and cleaned the blood on her hand before bandaging her hand with a first cloth which was soaked up in blood almost instantly then a second on top to apply more pressure and compress the lot until they could do something better. She stood up and Michelle caught her breath, resting her eyes and half-opened her eyelids when she heard Clarke steps walking away. She exhaled and straightened up and gathered water in her hand to refresh her face. She then looked down at her injured hand, resting upside down on her laps. The pressure applied on it by the cloth was probably helping but her limb felt a little bit numb, and she had a hard time moving her fingers. She could only see the tip of some of them respond very lightly. She stretched out her arm to get her hands on the other pieces of fabric because her hand felt warm and wet from all the blood drenching her makeshift bandage. Ironically enough, she wasn’t as phased by it as when she got it cut by the Grounder’s machete. She took off the cloths Clarke put on her hand, cupped water in her other hand and cleaned around the cut before applying pressure on it with another tissue she held tight in her hand. She ignored the people entering the dropship and coming the crash here and there. When she noticed Finn and Clarke coming in, she watched them calked to Raven, still passed out on the floor and inject something in her leg.

“Clarke, they’re taking down the gate!” Miller walked in.

“Good.” Jasper said, appearing from the hatch leading to beneath the dropship. “Cause I did it. I think.”

“I’m closing that door.” Miller pointed at the buttons on the side after hearing the camp’s gate falling outside.

“Wait.” Clarke jumped on her feet and approached him. “We’ve got people out there. Bellamy’s not back yet.”

Michelle took a deep breath in, her eyelids felt more and more heavy and the pressure she applied with her hand on the wound on her palm lessened. She felt herself on the verge of passing out and when her eyes closed, the voices around her became muffled and it went quiet and dark really quickly.

Michelle’s eyes opened and she blinked as light entered the dropship through the sheet hanging across the doorframe and she straightened up, looking around. There wasn’t anybody left in the dropship, aside from a passed-out Raven lying on the floor. She accidentally kicked the bucket full of water by her side and glanced down, only now realizing that her hand had been tightly bandaged again. It was soaked in blood but it didn’t look very recent so it must have bled through in the night while she was unconscious but now, she didn’t see anyone around, and she didn’t dare call out Clarke’s name so she just slosly stepped out of the dropship. She had most of her strength back and didn’t feel as dying as last night. Outside was a horrific vision. Burned corpses all over the place and she was carefull to step over them as she walked across the camp. At first, she got worried and was scared that Clarke might have been among them, but she then remembered she was in the dropship when the door was closed so she exhaled and walked into the woods. She had no idea where she was going. Maybe she was going to find someone that got away before they fired the rockets of the dropship and burned down the Grounders attacking them.

She tripped over some roots growing out of the dirt but got back on her feet, wincing when she would lean on her hand to get up and let out a cry of pain and she would hold her wrist afterwards. Michelle looked constantly around her, just walking forward, having no idea where it would bring her but when she saw a body of water outside the forest, a few dozens of feet away from her, she walked faster and stopped mid-way when she saw something huge that had crashed in the water, something she recognized to be a station of the Ark. She narrowed her eyes. Two figures were standing on top of it and turned towards her direction, probably seeing the smoke coming from where their camp was originally but then, she saw that they were looking at her until she started running closer to them and they hurried off the station, jumping down on the land.

“Abby.” Michelle smiled as she hugged the mother of her childhood best friend, who was herself her mother’s best friend.

“You’re alive.” Abigail said this in relief to see her, holding her closely. The brunette girl was smiling, so happy to see her and as she broke the hug and looked at the woman in front of her.

“Where’s my mom?�� Abby’s smile faded and the girl took a step back, her lips started trembling as she stretched them into a nervous smile, shaking her head. She grabbed the side of her jacket while her eyes left Abby’s face only once to glance at Kane standing a couple feet behind Clarke’s mother. When she opened her mouth to say something, her voice broke before she could articulate anything because she knew what this silence meant, and tears started to run down her face. Her bandaged hand to her face, her whole being was quivering. She fell to her knees, wiping the tears forming in her eyes, blurring her vision. She had a shuddering breath, as if she was gasping for air as she cried. Abby looked at Kane and crouched down to wrap her arm around the girl’s shoulder. She eventually helped her on her feet and she managed to speak up. “What— What happened?”

“It was on Unity Day.” She turned her face to Kane when the latter was the one to reply to her and she just stared at him. “A bomb meant to kill Chancellor Jaha went off and killed 6 people including your mother, Callie.”

“She wanted me to tell you that she loves you, and will always look over you, Michelle. She was sorry for letting them take you away.” Abby added softly and Michelle pursed her lips inwards, shaking her head as tears threatened to flood her face once again and she frowned. She blinked and wiped her eyes with the top of her hands and clenched her right one, stretching out the fingers of her injured hand and frowning because of the pain that shot through her forearm. She turned to Kane, in tears.

“This is all your fault.” She spat at him, sobbing and pushing him away. He was looking down at her with sadness in his eyes but she didn’t care. “This is all your fault. I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She started hitting him, ignoring the pain of her wounded hand and he just let her take it out on him, which was the saddest part of it all. “If you hadn’t arrested me, I’d have been with my mother. I could have—” A weep cut her off but she rose the tone of her voice as she gave a death stare to Kane. He was making her blood boil. “I could have at least said goodbye… I hate you, Kane.”

[To be continued…]

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Published (06/10/2022) by Andrea

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