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-Brielle
Octavia stalked through the forest, whipping her head side to side, glaring at everything around her. The dark charcoal-smeared "mask" around her eyes didn't hinder her sight. She was always tense, and the fist around her sword only proved that as her knuckles grew white from the pressure. Azgeda was after her, but she thought she had lost their scout for now. She continued her sweep of the atmosphere around her so any hiding Azgeda couldn't ambush her. She pushed her hair off of her shoulder, not even bothered by the dirt or grease that covered her dark strands; it's always there so she'd grown used to it. She halted, listening. She heard something move, and clutching her sword, she spun, yelling. She made contact with the sword of an Azgeda warrior, his eyes narrowed almost into slits.
"Yu gonplei ste odon," he growled, grinding his sword against Octavia's.
Octavia shoved back, throwing the warrior a few feet away, and she gained her focus. He came running, leaping on her with all the force he could muster. The metal blades clanged loudly in the silent forest, and Octavia was thrown to the ground from the power of the leap. She quickly regained her footing, rolling out of the way before the warrior could slice her ankles off.
"You are not one of us," he said through his face mask.
"Ai laik Okteivia kom Trikru en kom Skaikru," she said. "We're all Grounders now."
The warrior spit on the ground, clearly in disagreement. Octavia didn't hesitate as she lunged, thrashing her sword towards the Azgeda, who skillfully deflected her blows. Octavia was small, and she used this to her advantage, spinning around his blade to get close to him. She took her elbow and slammed it into his gut. He grunted, momentarily off-balance as he stumbled backward. However, he quickly recovered and retaliated with a swift and heavy kick to Octavia's abdomen which threw he back.
"Nau yu na wan op," he hissed lowly.
Octavia stood up, a hand against her stomach. She glared at the warrior, her dark eyes burning. "Nowe."
"Em pleni!" The warrior yelled, charging at Octavia.
"Yes, enough. Let's finish this," she scowled, planting her feet firmly.
They locked into a deadly whirlwind of metal as the two circled. Finally, the warrior broke the dance and lunged, swiping at Octavia. She dodged the blow, returning the favor with a kick to his knee cap. His yell confirmed that she hit him squarely. He growled, lifting his hand and punching her across the face. Octavia felt the side of her temple split open from the impact, and warm blood ran down her cheek. She paused, her fingertips gliding over the warm liquid. She peered at her hand and it was indeed topped with bright red. She flung the blood off of her hand and sprung at him, but the warrior got a hand up. He knocked her sword away and brought his cold blade across her side. Octavia gasped, the metal burning into her flesh. She felt her skin rip apart, but she remained on her feet. The warrior came for a head blow, swiping a large arch at Octavia's head, but she was more prepared than he expected. She ducked and dove forward, slicing her sword through his abdomen. His eyes widened for an instant before he collapsed to the moss-covered ground, dark liquid pouring from the fatal wound.
Octavia breathed heavily, a trembling hand covering her wound. She could see that it was bleeding, but she would be fine until she got back to camp. She bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath, sheathing her sword before returning to Arkadia.
Octavia passed under the sign and entered into the camp which was full of her people.
"Octavia!" She heard her name called through the sea of people, searching for the location of the voice.
"Clarke," she said as the blonde girl approached.
"Have you heard from the scouting party?" She asked, her eyes hiding anxiousness.
"No, I split off from the group because we were being tailed by an Azgeda scout. Why, are they not back yet?" Octavia looked around for Indra, but failed to see her First.
"No, they're not back yet and they should have been back hours ago," Clarke said with a sigh.
Octavia glanced over her shoulder and realized that the sun was setting. She didn't realize how late it was; the search party left at first light that morning.
"Indra is tough," Octavia said. "I'm sure they're all okay."
"You're not though," Clarke said. She reached a hand up to her split head, touching her skin lightly.
"I'm fine, Clarke," Octavia pushed her hand away. "It's nothing to worry about."
"I'm going to look for them," Clark said.
"I'm coming," Octavia followed as Clarke went to grab her gear.
"O!" Bellamy walked to his little sister, his arms open. Octavia accepted the gesture and hugged her brother. "I was getting worried."
"You don't have to worry about me, Bel," Octavia exhaled. "I'm not a scared little girl anymore."
"I know," Bellamy said. "But I'm your brother so it's kind of an occupational hazard," Bellamy smirked.
"Where's Lincoln?" Octavia asked, pulling away from Bellamy.
"He's not here," Bellamy said slowly.
"He's not at camp?" Octavia asked in confusion.
"No. After you never showed up, he went to look for you," Bellamy said. "Kane wasn't happy about it, but he couldn't stop him."
"Clarke and I are going out to find everyone," Octavia inhaled and the ground tilted ever so slightly.
"Don't do that, O," Bellamy said. "We need to just wait until they get back. They're Grounders; they can take care of themselves."
"You can't keep me here, Bel," Octavia snapped. "I'm going." Octavia noticed that blood droplets landed on her boot as she walked and others dropped onto the mud, staining the ground a dark red. She shook her head, wiping away the thought.
"You ready, Octavia?" Clarke asked, her face smeared with dirt like many of the other people.
"Let's go," Octavia said, nodding to the gates. Before the two girls could even reach the gates, a voice pierced the fading daylight.
"Party approaching!"
Octavia and Clarke looked at one another before they raced to the gates. Octavia saw figures coming out of the forest, and she could see Indra's dark skin like a silhouette in the dusk.
"They're back," Clarke whispered. "Thank God."
Octavia took a step forward, but halted because she could feel the ground moving under her feet. Her side ached and burned, her muscles hitching every time the strips of her ripped jacket touched her flesh. She ran her fingertips over the wound sight, and she could feel blood squishing between her hand and the soaked material. Her heart was beating faster as she brought her palm into eyesight. A copious amount of blood covered her hand. She was losing strength, she could feel it.
Clarke motioned to Octavia, oblivious of what was going on. Octavia nodded, mustering her strength to make it over to the returned party. Indra approached, a smile almost turning up the corners of her lips.
"Ha yun, yongon," Indra said.
"Monin hou," Octavia gave Indra a slight smile.
"Were you worried, girl?" Indra chuckled.
"I had faith in you," she said, but her voice dropped as she struggled to remain upright. Her hand found her side and she stumbled.
"Okteivia?" Indra asked, her eyes narrowing.
Octavia took a step towards Indra, but then her legs gave out and she fell into her arms. Indra was strong, but she struggled to keep the young woman up.
"Sisen! Raun hir, sis ai au!" Indra yelled, but then switched when she remembered the company around her. "Help!"
Octavia could feel herself sinking away from reality and into unconsciousness. Indra kept saying her name, her voice stern as if she had some nerve to collapse.
Clarke and Abby were there immediately, and Octavia could feel vibrations on the ground from their footfalls and she could hear muffled noises through the last of her conscious thoughts.
"Octavia," Clarke gasped, her hands on her face, feeling her hot, clammy skin. "She's burning up."
"She's going into shock," Abby said, her hands already peeling away the material from Octavia's blood-soaked skin. "Oh my God," Abby gasped. "When did this happen?"
"I don't know, but she's lost a lot of blood," Clarke said. "We need to get her inside so I can suture this," Clarke said as her and her mother studied the deep wound in Octavia's side.
"Octavia," Clarke said, her hand on her forehead. "Stay with me. Don't close your eyes."
Octavia couldn't do it; she couldn't keep her eyes open. She struggled to breathe, her vision wavering. At last, the darkness overtook her and her eyelids lowered slowly until the void swallowed her.