Hello Everyone and welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy this Bellamy Blake love story. Sadly I do not own the 100, I only own my characters and some of my own plots. Reviews would be nice :)
Everywhere you looked all you could see was green. After not being touched for so long the earth had grown into something so beautiful even I had to stop and stare, and I had seen all this scenery since the day I was born.
Of course something's weren't beautiful but I think that added on to the beauty. They looked almost out of place in the woods, but if everything looked the same would it really be beautiful? If nothing was ugly, how could we ever determine if something was beautiful?
Branches crunched underneath me as I put weight on them. I wasn't hunting so I didn't need to be all that quiet. If Anya was here though she would probably scold me for making my presence known. She is always so serious, but that's why she's in charge of our battles. I used to mock how serious she was, but when she saved my life I did a complete 180 on how I viewed things.
"You must always act like you are stalking your next prey. You'll end up dead if you don't" she told me casually wiping blood from her knife on her pants, the dead bodies of the assassins behind her scattered along the forest floor. I had been careless and weak that day, and I vowed never again. I begged Anya to take me as an apprentice, my trainings with Lincoln not being enough. He only taught me defensive moves, hunting, and healing. I wanted to go on the offence, to feel powerful.
The wind blew my hair around my face making me huff, wishing I had put it into a braid instead of leaving it down. My hair was one of the many things that made me different to others, made me stand out. My parents believe it's an effect of being exposed to radiation for so long, as it had started out being a dark brown. Now it was an almost white colour it was so blonde, and it matched my eyes much better. They were blue, bluer then water and could look colder than ice. With my face paint on I looked lethal.
A smile worked its way onto my face as I looked around, spinning in a circle with my arms fanned out around me. Leaving camp was the only time I showed innocence anymore. Lincoln was an exception to that rule, as he tried to keep me as innocent as possible. I cherished these moments, the moments when I could be innocent and childish. When I could look at the world with doe eyes instead of steel.
Laughter bubbled up to my lips as I continued to walk farther from camp, but making sure to stay in the suns light where I could see everything. I wanted to be innocent, but I also didn't want to end up dead, with my head on a stick. You never know what's lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce.
A butterfly flew past me, it's electric blue wings grabbing my attention and as if in a daze I darted after it. I pushed through the branches as it turned into a game of chase, and only when it landed on a bright red flower did I stop walking.
"You're fast for a butterfly" I spoke out loud as if it could understand me. I had pestered my parents to allow me to speak and learn English until they finally caved, and now that I knew how I almost always spoke in the English tongue.
I cautiously approached it wanting to see if it could land on my fingers when it suddenly darted away again, and no longer feeling the need to chase it I stayed where I was and watched as it floated away in the breeze.
A terrible screeching sound made me drop my smile and I grabbed my knife holding it close to me, my act of innocence now gone. That's the thing about this world; innocence doesn't last long, and if you can't break free from your childish innocence you're dead. I looked around trying to spot the source of the god awful noise but I couldn't see anything. When I looked up that's when I saw it; it was big, grey, and ugly and it was falling from the sky.
I took a step back, fear coursing through my body realizing this wasn't an enemy my knife could scare away. I turned and did a full sprint away from the falling ship. I didn't know what was inside and I did not want to wait around to find out. I dodged under fallen logs, and jumped over roots in a mad dash to escape.
A booming sound rang out, which seemed to rock the whole forest and I stopped running my eyes wide, full of fear and curiosity. I slowly turned around, moving so slow as if I was trying to blend into the forest. In the distance I saw the metal ship planted into the ground. It was even uglier up close.
What was on this ship? It couldn't have been from Mount Weather, as we would have seen it leaving the mountain, and I didn't know of any other groups with this sort of mechanical skills. I continued to stare at it waiting to see what would happen, but nothing did. It was as if the forest had gone back to sleep.
Finding enough courage to move I took a step forward, only to be tugged back by someone from behind. I went to strike out but before I could I was spun around to come face to face with a very annoyed man.
A sheepish expression came onto my face as I looked at my personal guard.
"Hi Lincoln" I smiled at him and waved trying to look as cute and innocent as I could.
Lincoln did not look amused as he crossed his arms and stared at me. I should never have expected to actually be out on my own; Lincoln was my shadow. Where I went he was ten paces behind me, always watching where my eyes missed. Other grounders had started to climb into the trees, watching the ship. The nodded at me as they passed, their mission as of right now was to make sure I made it back to camp safely.
Lincoln turned and started to walk back towards our camp and I hurried along to stay beside him, copying his long strides, not offering another glance at the metal ship even though my curiosity was high.
"Do you understand how dangerous this was? To go out by yourself especially now that things are just falling from the sky" Lincoln was like my older brother, very protective. I had met him when I had just been born; there was a huge celebration for my birth and I remember I had been wailing and nothing my parents seemed to do would make me stop. My mom was ready to start pulling her hair out, that's how frustrated she was.
But then this boy only 5 years old stepped forward and when I looked at him I guess I had stopped crying. That's the day everyone knew he was to be my shadow, and he had started his training the next day. One wrong move to me and he would lose his head.
He trained me to hold a sword, and to shoot a bow but they were only ever moves I could use if I was being attacked, or if it was long distance. Never anything up close and offensive. Everything I ever learned was to prepare me to become Woods clan leader, and honestly I was frightened. Lincoln would be by my side however, so that made it easier.
See the way our world works is that we have 12 clans. Each clan has a specific leader to watch over them and protect them. But then there's the commander who is in charge of the 12 clans and she basically has the final say in what a clan can do. If the decision will affect everyone she will make the call, if not she leaves it up to the leaders. Some of the clans don't listen to what she says and we consider them traitors. My father is in charge of the woods clan and when he dies I will take over. Basically I'm royalty.
"Lincoln what was that thing? Is it friendly?" I fired questions until we reached our camp and made our way to the biggest tent; my parents tent.
"Lincoln please don't tell them I went off on my own. They'll get mad at me. If they ask tell them it was a survival exercise, and that I did really well at it" I stuck out my bottom lip hoping Lincoln would have mercy on me. If my parents found out I would be locked in the city gates for a very long time. Lincoln smiled at me and rubbed my head messing up my hair greatly. It was our sign of affection and when he did it I knew everything was going to be ok.
He pushed open the tent and I walked in, him following behind but not taking a seat like me, he stood directly behind me. Always behind me.
"We should attack, they landed in our territory and we don't know what they'll do" Anya spit out. Anya was a hot head, a true warrior, but she never considered other people's well beings, only our group. She would leave the boat people to die if it meant we, the woods clan, could escape. Sure that seems like a good leader putting your people first but it can cost alliances.
"We don't know if they are dangerous though. They just landed here, who knows what they are doing" my mother defended. My mother had a pure heart always reaching out to others in need.
I turned my head slightly towards Lincoln confused. Who was on the ship? Lincoln leaned forward slightly and whispered in my ear "It seems that the people on the ship were the people who made it to the sky" my mouth fell open as I took in this information. Why were they here now, after 97 years of them just being in the sky?
"Cassia darling what are your thoughts?" I hated being called on the spot, I never had an answer ready. I looked at my father and bit my lip squinting my eyes a bit and looked more towards the side. This was my thinking face, it made it look like I was trying to decide on a choice but in reality I was trying to think of something to say.
"Well, Anya is right that we don't know why they are here. But mother is also correct that we don't know if they are friendly or not" I heard a quiet chuckle behind me. Lincoln always knew when I had no answer; I would start repeating what I had heard. He shuffled behind me and my father looked at him before nodding, signalling Lincoln could talk. Always coming to my rescue even if it was something as simple as answering a question.
"I think we should spy on them, watch over them. They probably don't even know that we are here as I imagine that they would all believe the radiation had killed us" always the logical yet peace keeper Lincoln.
"I can do it" everyone turned and faced me, and I saw different emotions on everyone's faces. Fathers was in deep thought, mothers was worried and Anya's was full of pride. I imagine Lincoln's was annoyed.
"Think about it father. I'm small, fast, and I'm always in the woods with Lincoln so I know the area well. Plus if I were to get captured by them do you think they would take me seriously? I'm a girl and for some reason guys can't seem to comprehend that a girl can take care of herself" my father eyed me before nodding.
"Very well you leave now" I nodded and stood up following Lincoln out. I turned to him a smile on my face, very excited that I was listened to. Lincoln looked at me with an annoyed face (I was right), obviously not wanting me to go.
"You come back every night and give a report of what you see. And take this" Lincoln handed me a horn.
"Wow a horn, this is really going to come in handy when something attacks me" I waved the horn and smiled even bigger. It was a beautiful horn, carved with deep swirls.
"If something attacks you, or you feel un safe you blow this horn. It's got a different sound then most so I'll know it's you. Blow it and I'll come running" he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled down at me.
"Be Klir"* I smiled at Lincoln before turning and sprinting out the gates happy to be free. It wasn't hard to find the metal box once again, especially with how much noise was coming from it. The whole forest probably knew of their location now.
I found a nice tall tree right beside the ship and climbed up perching myself on a branch watching what was happening. The people on the ship had to be around my age, I even saw a kid that couldn't be much older than 14. It was complete madness on the ground some people were laughing, others were just running in circles and two boys looked ready to fight. What an interesting group of people, was this normal behaviour from the sky?
It got real interesting when the two boys did start to fight and then a third jumped in between them. It was so much different than our camp, we never turned our blades against each other unless by force. Even then it was a hard thing to do, turning a blade against someone you laughed with, talked with, spent time with.
I grew bored watching them, and I had come to a couple of conclusions. The girl with the blonde hair was a leader all though most sent her glares, and the boy with the curly hair was a sneaky leader, seemingly putting himself before others. The blonde hated the darker skinned boy, and the guy with the big nose also hated him. In fact most seemed to hate the darker skinned boy.
Five people headed away from the group saying something about Mount Weather. If they made it there they were dead.
'Who to follow?' I decided to stay in my tree knowing that other grounders would be watching the group that left.
It grew dark and I was completely and utterly bored. They had started a fire, so they weren't complete idiots, but they would not shut up. From the glow of the fire I saw them taking off something cuffed on their wrists, but the darker skinned boy started to yell at them. Was it wrong to take off these things? It was dark now so I could leave my tree without being spotted, the blackness covering me.
"Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child" that caught my attention, and I paused half way down the tree. I used to dream about being up in the sky, but with how many rules there seemed to be I was starting to feel glad I remained on the earth.
As I neared the bottom of the tree I jumped down, my feet making a soft thump sound. Dusting myself I quietly moved away from the camp, the shadows being my protector. Running back to my own camp, I vowed to myself I would try and help them out as much as I could. It seems they didn't have a good sky life, so why give them a terrible ground life?
Be Klir means be safe