Sonja rode closer and closer on her horse to the towering arch that protruded from the ground, glinting in the daylight as if it was a metal sun. As she drew nearer to the fence surrounding the newly made settlement, she felt her hands shake as she gripped the reins of her horse and stopped to gaze at the fallen ship. She had hears rumors about these Sky people.
People who had fallen from the heavens, with weapons from Before.
People that weren't afraid to attack Trikru.
As she had trekked across Trikru's territory she had heard whispers in the last trading post she had been to that one of these Sky people had killed nearly twenty innocent villagers in cold blood. If only one of them has the ability to commit such atrocities against twenty, how do I stand a chance against the entirety of them?
But she had to be brave, her uncle, her people, needed to know if these strangers, this Skaikru was a threat or potential ally. Anyone is better than Trikru or Azgeda at this point, Sonja thought.
Grimacing and pulling out the white flag she had brought with her, Sonja rode forward, certain that she was meeting her doom. The enemy of my enemy of my friend though, Sonja contemplated. And if they've pissed of Trikru as much as I've heard, all the more better for us.
"Grounder at gate!" A guard yelled.
Clarke's head shoot up from the map of the tunnels she and Bellamy were looking at. Eyes meeting for a half second, they both started for the exit of the Council Room towards the North Gate.
"This can't be happening." Clarke voiced aloud. She knew it was only a matter of time before the Grounders came after them for the massacre Finn caused but so soon? It had been barely a day since they had found him and Murphy at the village and brought them back to Camp Jaha. Things were… tense to say the least between everyone.
She glanced at Bellamy as they started to jog to the Gate, trying to read his expression. He looked ready for a fight, which in all likelihood was coming.
"Get off the horse! Drop any weapons on you!" The guards near the gate yelled, tearing Clarkes focus back to the grounder.
As the entrance of the Camp came into view, she saw someone dismounting from a horse, holding a white flag attached to what appeared to be a spear. They struck it into the ground and pulled out two daggers and threw them alongside the flag. The hooded Grounder stepped forward a few steps, raising their hands causing every nearby guard to aim their gun at the mystery Grounder.
"I'm unarmed, I promise you that." A feminine voice called out in English. Clarke was starting to get more and more unnerved by this stranger. Most of the Grounders she thought didn't know English and even less were probably willing to come under a white flag of peace.
"Who are you? What is it that you want from us?" Abby interrogated. Clarke turned around to find that her mother had followed the small crowd that had gathered a healthy distance from the entrance to Camp Jaha.
"My name is Sonja. I am an ambassador from the Water Tribe." The Grounder pulled back her hood revealing a young woman with wavy brown hair that was pulled back, dark eyes and tan skin that almost had a bronze quality about it. The girl looked directly at the Chancellor. "And as for what I want, I just want to talk. I think we have a lot in common, especially when it comes to matters regarding Trikru."