Bellamy was pacing around the room like a madman, going up and down.

"You're going to make a whole in the ground if you won't stop." His sister remarked, but he ignored her.

He had far more precious things to worry about, rather than sarcasm.

"We won't get her back by boring us to death, you know?"

That sentence attracted his attention.

"What do you mean we? There's no we."

"I'm going with you!" Octavia said stubbornly, while getting herself up from the bed.

"No, you're not. End of discussion."

"When will you stop treating me like a child?" She yelled fiercely.

Bellamy was vividly aware of everyone's eyes on him but he couldn't find the power to care.

"I have to agree with Octavia." Raven intervened, trying to quiet the argument down.

"I won't ask you to leave the camp."

"You're not asking anything. It's our choice." Monty came in.

Bellamy didn't fail to notice Jasper sitting quietly in the furthest corner and couldn't help a second's wonder.

But Jasper wasn't the only person there.

In fact, there were so many of them and all willing to go.

The reasons Bellamy didn't want anyone else to come with him were quite simple. First of all, he had no idea how Clarke would react when she saw him, let alone half of their people. Second of all, he had no idea where Clarke had gone and to risk so many lives for an unplanned expedition seemed more than unfair.

And among these lives, was his sister's.

Not long ago, there was a time when his sister was everything and no one else mattered.

But now, now he had too many people in his hands and without one very important person, he felt clueless.

So he needed to find that person.

That night, Bellamy didn't sleep, not that it was uncommon lately. His mind kept racing at the speed of light thinking of places she could've gone to.

"The City of Light? Sounds like bullshit."

"I'm telling you, that's where we should go when all this is over."

"So we're going to waste our days searching for a legend?"
"But any legend has truth in it."

Suddenly, Bellamy was wide awake and pacing on his feet again, the darkness swallowing him.

The conversation he had just remembered was one of the many senseless discussions he had heard while in Mt. Weather.

But now, now that fragment seemed to give him the slightest bit of hope.

It was crazy.

But was it worth a try?

"There's this city somewhere not far away that is the land of promise."

"How do you get there?"

The more and more dialogues Bellamy remembered from that hellhole, the more and more possible it became that Clarke was indeed heating towards there.

After all, she had spent her fair share of days in Mt. Weather as well.

And yet, leaving safety without another moment's thought seemed stupid, even for him.


Clarke's footsteps were long and lazy across the sand.

She had moved fast, she knew she had, but her strength was decreasing rapidly with the fall of the night. She knew she had to stop soon, but both the slowly cooling temperature and the opening of the desert were pushing her to move forward.

Earlier that day, she had taken her jacket off, considering it too hot. But now, the jacket didn't feel like enough.

She was not prepared for this journey, no matter how many supplies she had managed to steal from the Grounders.

She remembered her last night clearly, mostly because she had slept so well in the woods, high up in a tree and tided to it so not to fall.

But now, now where would she sleep, away from sight?

Honestly, Clarke had no idea why she was even bothering. She was alone for at least hundreds of miles.


By the time the first sun rays came knocking on Bellamy's window, he was already up, the few hours that he had slept giving him just enough energy for a whole day.

The idea was still fresh in his mind, but he pushed it aside for the time being.

He got dressed, got washed, fully enjoying every luxury put forward for him. In the mirror shards set carefully on the wall he could catch glimpses of his wounds, the same wounds that have defined him for the last few months. A deep sigh rang in the small room.

The breakfast buffet was incredibly varied, with all kinds of food andBellamy had no idea as to where they all came from. But for the first time since he reached Earth, he didn't bother trying to figure it out.

"Bellamy!"

A table in the corner waited for him and he didn't hesitate before taking a seat among his friends.

"Has anyone heard of the City of Light?"

"Morning to you, too, brother." Octavia mocked him.

He threw her a look to signal that he was serious.

"You don't think Clarke went looking for it, do you?" For the first time in what felt like forever, Jasper talked. His voice was rough and barely above a whisper. Bellamy also noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes, the way his face's features somehow made him look much older.

"I'm considering it a possibility. Do you know anything about it?"

"It's where most of the mountain people wanted to go to when they'd get to the ground. Some believed it to be just a story, but most thought it was true." and then, after a short pause and with a lost voice, "she believed in it."

No one spoke after that.

There was a piercing scream.

Then, everything turned into chaos, people running around aimlessly.

In the blinding sun of noon, Bellamy didn't fail to notice the motive of the panic: a single arrow that had flown over the fence and into the wall.

A note was hanging loosly from it.

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