Octavia's POV
We were marching towards them, most of the grounders screamed their battle cry, but I stayed quiet this time. Lincoln was next to me, he watched me follow the rest. I looked up at him, I had my hair in its usual braid. I held my sword, and Lincoln held his. His gaze was the words he didn't speak; he's worried. He always is, but even if he didn't believe it, he reassured me enough to stand by him in this fight.
The question wandered into my head without me knowing, when will we stop fighting? I tangled my hand with him, he gave me a tight squeeze. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to stay there and know he wouldn't be hurt. A few days ago, Heda Lexa, released the kill order on his head, allowing him to fight, and when we're done, we can leave Arkadia for good.
I couldn't wait, to leave that place in my tracks. To not worry about more wars and battles; Clarke and her trail of death behind her; Bellamy and his flashes of anger, though, I still love and will always love my big brother - maybe I could visit sometimes. Everybody stopped screaming, and a few minutes later another battle cry was yelled in the distance. Everyone looked where the sounds were coming from, me and Lincoln shared a glance of worry.
People came running in giant groups with their weapons; spears, swords, knives and more. I pulled my weapon out of my sheath and put it in the right position. We fought and fought those of Azgeda and a traitor that came after us. Someone trapped me in a fight I couldn't win, his sword against mine, he locked me and his blade almost came down on my flesh. Someone - another man - slashed his sword through the warrior's stomach, leaving him to back off of me.
I looked at the man who had just saved my life, of course, the same person as always, "Lincoln." He was forced to return to fighting when someone tried to wedge their knife in his head. I screamed his name, worry taking over. I didn't turn to find someone, they came to me and I slashed their throat with my free hand. In the corner of my eyes, Lincoln was grazed by the blade of a spear.
I finished with the warriors I was killing, almost being killed myself, and went after the Grounder on Lincoln. I pulled him up, then more fighters from Azgeda came and we were split up again. Everything went black as Lincoln was pushed about ten feet away from me and a sharp pain hit my head.
I woke up hours later, chained to a wall. There were two people in front of me; a woman, the Ice Nation Queen, and the man; my guard. They tortured me for two days, saying the same thing in raised voices. They wanted me to give information about Lexa and Clarke, she wanted power. They thought because I was close to Bellamy who was evidently close to Clarke, I would know something. Eventually, on the fourth day, I managed to escape the small cave they kept me in.
I did what I'd done to Lincoln when he captured me; knocked him with a rock and took the key from his things. I managed to get out, but I had to kill guards. I wandered the forest, trying to navigate back to the battlefield at the least. I ran, I heard a yell of my name and I think I know who it was. "Bellamy!" I ran faster, another voice sounded next to my brothers. It was louder, deeper, and it almost cracked. "Octavia!"
My eyes darted around, searching for them, as I tried to figure out why Bellamy was with Lincoln. They were almost never around each other, often Bell referred to him as "That Grounder". I hated that. The two men ran towards me as we finally came in sight. Bellamy asked me the question in his "I'm the Leader, so you have to answer" voice. "What the hell happened? Where were you?" It was closely dominated by his overprotective brother voice, but I liked that tone sometimes.
Lincoln looked at me and carefully touched a bruise and a cut - - that was still bleeding - - on my face. I should have hugged Bellamy first, but my arms wrapped around Lincoln. He held me close, so close I thought I might pop. It hurt my ribs, I had been punched there and everywhere else repeatably. He noticed my flinch and released me, Bellamy hugged me gently, as I would fall apart. "Are you okay?" Lincoln asked, his voice was soft and fragile, maybe he was falling apart. I nodded and looked in his eyes, his worry and love almost had me falling to my knees.
"Azgeda. They took me during the march," I looked at Lincoln, "The queens a real bitch."He gave me a half-grin that lasted a moment, only a moment because he started checking me for wounds again. I took hold of him and pressed my lips against his. It was long, and it took that worried looked off his face, he took me in closer. Bellamy glanced away, I almost laughed.
After a few more minutes, Bellamy cleared his throat loudly so I would look at him. "You done? I'm getting you to Clarke and Abby before dark," he glanced at Lincoln, who was still watching me, "let's go." He said, Lincoln took my hand and walked close, afraid of letting me go. Later when Clarke was done blabbing about medical stuff, Lincoln apologized for "failing" me. "You could never fail me, Lincoln. This wasn't your fault, it's the Queen's. We'll get her. Hey," I lifted his chin up to look at me, "Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim. That's what we do." (Get knocked down, back up again)
Later;
"You know what I love about them together?" A slightly tipsy Raven said to Bellamy while watching Lincoln and me give each other lovey-dovey glances. We were sitting at one of the tables talking - I was helping him figure out that none of it was his fault, telling him why the Queen took me and even getting to feel better to let it all out. So, of course, Bellamy was stone sober with me - and Lincoln - so close by. His voice was harsh when he took another drink, "What?"
"If she gets hurt, he blames himself, and if he's hurt she blames herself. But it's never their fault. Her torture is his torture, and his torture is her torture. It's love. They fell in love, even though they were supposed to kill each other."
