Octavia Blake was utterly exhausted. She sat at a fire, with Lexa, Lincoln, Indra, and some other Trikru warriors. There were also some Azgeda, including Roan, Ontari, and Echo with them.
Clarke sat next to her. The Mountain Men fiasco had left the two closer than ever.
Lexa eyed her with distaste. It was clear nobody, including her own mentor, Indra, liked her, and she kept her head down, resting her chin on her tucked knees.
The warriors around them were all chattering and some occasionally looked at her with mean and rude expressions.
They were all at a camp near Skaikru and Octavia had been forced fo come with them. She knew it was probably for her own embarrassment. Why else would the commander and Indra want her here?
And to be honest, for the past few days, Indra had done nothing but insult and yell at her. Octavia knew she shouldn't let it get to her head, but it was hard. The trikru hated her. The Skaikru hated her. Everyone practically hated her.
Pushing the bad thoughts away, Octavia closed her eyes and breathed out lightly. A small tune filled her mind and she smiled softly.
She loved it when her mother used to sing to her.
Forgetting her surroundings, and now oblivious to the people around her, she opened her mouth to sing.
There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me
As her soft voice filled the space, everyone fell quiet. It was rare to hear such a beautiful voice like hers.
Clarke, who was next to her, started to hum the tune.
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win
Clarke scooted closer to Octavia and grabbed her hand. Octavia grabbed it and they both smiled.
The Grounders watched the exchange with curiousity.
Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page
Octavia's voice was becoming louder, and more powerful. The Azgeda were all silent too, shocked.
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win
Clarke joined in now, and as the main verse started, their two synced voices cut through the air. The emotion in their voices was thick, and both of their eyes were closed lightly.
Lexa and Indra felt a twinge of guilt. They'd treated Octavia like crap.
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win
Once the song had ended, the two girls opened their eyes. The grounders were all silent, not knowing what to speak.
The camp next to theirs, though, full of skaikru, started clapping and whistling. Ocatvia ducked her head and blushed. She felt much lighter. Singing always had that affect on her.
She stood up, still holding Clarke's hand, and addressed Indra and Lexa directly.
"I'm going to bed, goodnight."
Her tone left no room for argument, even if she was talking to Heda and a general. She and Clarke walked over to the tent Octavia was sharing with Lincoln and they closed the flap.
(Though the grounders never adressed it, Octavia's voice was never forgotten.)